Chapter 28
It's a weekend. Suddenly, Left Little Dragon misses Mud Bar. He arrived at the place where he last put down Mud Bar, revved the engine three times, and lit a cigarette. After smoking half a cigarette, Mud Bar was already standing in front of him. This time, Mud Bar was wearing overalls, looking even more Lolita-like. She had a backpack on her back and wore sneakers.
Xiaolong asked: What are you doing with your school bag?
Mud said: I'm going out to do homework, actually in my backpack... Hehe. You see...
As she spoke, she opened her backpack. Inside was a black helmet. Mud struggled to take the helmet out of the bag and handed it to Xiao Long, asking: How's this, does it look good or not?
Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng said, "It's a full helmet, thank you. I came to find you genuinely, not just to take the helmet. I didn't know your helmet was here today. This helmet is great, it's different from those that cost dozens of yuan each."
Ní bā bǎ tóu kuī yòu ná huí lái, mō zhe shuō, dāng rán kē. Wǒ xuǎn de zuì guì de gěi nǐ de me. Zhè shì bié rén bǐ sài yòng de tóu kuī, yào sān qiān duō, zhè lǐ dāng rán mǎi bù
Here is the translation:
Arrived. And you wear it like this, how do you wear it...
Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng put on the helmet. The helmet fit tightly around his head, without any movement. He then said: "Mud, you don't need to buy such a good helmet, my brain isn't worth it."
It's definitely worth the money, I'm rich and will return the money to you. The engine money comes first.
Mud saw only Zhang Xiaolong's head in the helmet. His mouth opened and closed, and the glass of the helmet was all fogged up.
He came over and started talking. I had no idea what he was saying, but that's fate. Because from a young age, the one thing Mud most hated was listening to people talk about money matters. His family background is very good, so
He thought money was the most unclean thing in emotions. Jet Li might have finally said something to her that she didn't like.
But she couldn't hear it.
Niuba pulled out a large book and slammed it heavily on the back of Zhang Wuji's head, asking: How is it, does it hurt?
Zuo Xiaolong felt his helmet being pressed tighter and quickly took it off saying:
It's fine. I don't feel a thing, no matter how I fall, there won't be any problem.
Mud said: Yeah, I didn't buy the kind that shows my face, I think. Can't let you always show off your face and stink of beauty. Come on, see if this helmet will get hurt when hit from the front.
He finished speaking. Niuba rolled up the book and let Zuo Xiaolong wear it, and then hit him again on the front.
Zuo Xiaolong was shocked and almost got a concussion. He quickly changed the subject: "What book is this, it's so thick?"
Niba opened the book and on it was written in bold letters: Politics. Zuo Xiaolong said, "No wonder it's so thick. The most nonsense." Niba, I'll take you to see a huge animal.
He said, and Left Little Dragon handed the helmet to Niuba. He said, you wear it first.
Ní bā jiē guò tóu kuī. Mò mò bǎ tóu kuī xì shàng. Chén mò bàn gōng, shuō dào: dài wǒ zǒu.
Translation:
He took the helmet and silently put it on. After a moment of silence, he said: Take me away.
Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng turned around and asked loudly: "What?" Shéní Bā shouted: "Let's go. Nothing."
It wasn't Mud's first romance, actually. Two years ago, Mud had a crush on a boy, but when she got on his motorcycle, he put the only helmet on his own head.
From then on, the mud never looked for that person again. The mud thought, if someone could leave her with the only helmet, she would follow him forever, be his woman for a day, and be his wife for life.
The woman's.
Zuǒ xiǎo lóng kāi dé shāo kuài yīxiē. Xià tiān de chóng zǐ zhuàng zài liǎn shàng yǐn yǐn fā tòng. érqiě shì biàn dà le de chóng zǐ. Ní bā zài hòu miàn bào zhe tā. Dàn kǔ yú dài shàng tóu kuī zhī hòu
"It's no good having a bad head on your loved one's shoulders," said Bruce Lee. "Come, I'll take you to see this crazy world, what a big animal."
I didn't hear a word from Niuba, I just followed Bruce Lee to wherever he went.
