Chapter Twenty-Five

  Zuo Xiaolong heard the sound of engines all around. He estimated that he couldn't explain himself, so he quickly turned the throttle and ran away. Behind him, seven or eight motorcycles were chasing closely, with Zuo Xiaolong's motorcycle carrying a person. The extreme speed had slightly decreased.

  The fastest can only reach 120, but the motorcycles behind have smaller displacements and poor conditions. Although they have an advantage in weight, they are going downhill with the wind.

  They could only watch as Zuo Xiaodragon sped away with a slight advantage. They stopped their motorcycles at the border of Tinglin Town and Tianma Town,

  Sighed: even the black cars in Tinglin Town are faster than ours.

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng accelerated to extreme speeds for over ten kilometers, finally arriving within the boundaries of Tíng Lín Town. Turning back, his pursuers had given up the chase, but suddenly the engine sputtered again, and the car slowed down, sliding gently to a stop by the side of the road.

  Zuo Xiaolong's face turned pale. Suddenly he thought of something - the new engine hadn't been fully broken in yet, and now it was running at extreme speeds... could it be...

  He got off the bus and stared blankly ahead, asking the mud: "Mud, will... will it burst again?"

  Ni Ba was also a foggy water, and the word "exploding cylinder" was completely new to her. When she first met Bruce Lee, she had already recognized it, but when she saw Bruce Lee again and encountered this situation, she was wondering if every time she rode a motorcycle, she had to explode the cylinder.

  At the same time, 500 meters away in Ma Town, motorcycle taxi drivers were watching as Bruce Lee parked his car by the side of the road. For a moment, controversy erupted and after discussing for a minute, they came to the conclusion that there must be a conspiracy. We can't go. If we chase him, he'll just run away again. And we can't catch up with him anyway. It's humiliating to be toyed with, who knows if his brothers are waiting in ambush ahead. Otherwise, he wouldn't dare park his car openly. We can't fall into the trap, let's get out of here!

  With their direction decided, these motorcycles turned around and left one after another.

  Mud looked at him in confusion and asked: Why didn't they chase after us anymore?

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng was no longer thinking about this matter at all. He anxiously looked at his motorcycle and casually said: They're afraid of me.

  Ní bā bù zhī dào shì tài de yán zhòng. Jì xù zhuī wèn dào: nà nǐ pà shén me.

  English Translation:

  The clay does not know the severity of the situation. He continued to ask: What are you afraid of?

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng stood up and said: I'm afraid of bursting pots.

  Mud walked forward and comforted him: Don't worry. It won't work. You see, this time is different from last time. This time there was no explosion. That's because there was no explosive container.

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng said: That's an internal injury, it's called lā gāng.

  Ni Ba suddenly felt a sense of reverence, she just liked men with rich mechanical knowledge. She thought the motorcycle's academic background was really great, and even if it couldn't be started, it could still be distinguished between explosive cylinders and pulling cylinders. She asked: "Which one is better, brother, explosive cylinder or pulling cylinder?"

  Zuo Xiaolong was a bit impatient, but suddenly thought that this engine was worth a lot of money, and his tone immediately softened, saying: Little sister, it's not very good.

  Niba saw Zuo Xiaolong's dejected expression,

  Just comforted him: Brother, don't worry, I think it will definitely be a draw. You won't explode the pot for sure.

  Left Xiaolong said helplessly: Mud, no matter what kind, the engine is useless.

  Ni Ba's expression suddenly became tense, and he asked: "Does this mean we won't be able to see each other again?"

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng didn't think it through. Said: En.

  Mud was unhappy and said: Are you doing it on purpose? Every time you see me, you damage your motorcycle. Don't you want to see me?

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng remained silent, unable to say: "You are more important to me than my motorcycle, how could I possibly damage it just to avoid seeing you?"

  Ní bā shuō: duì bù qǐ, wǒmen kuài kàn kan zěn me bǎ zhè gè mó tuō chē xiū hǎo ba.

  Translation:

  Niba said: Sorry, let's take a look at how to fix this motorcycle quickly.

  Bruce Lee is already somewhat thoroughly desperate.

  Mud continued to urge: Brother, you take a look quickly, I'm waiting for you, I won't speak.

  Zuo Xiaolong, although completely ignorant of motorcycle mechanics, was like all men when a car breaks down - he opened the engine cover. He circled his motorcycle several dozen times, suddenly understanding. His confidence surged and he said to Nibba: "Nibba, let's go."

  Mud asked: Is it fixed yet?

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng smiled and said: Don't worry, I'll push again.

  Mud asked: What's wrong?

  Left Xiaolong Road: Out of oil.

  As they filled up the motorcycle with gas, the early summer night had already fallen. Bruce Lee sat on the motorcycle smoking a cigarette. Niuba went to buy water at a small shop. Looking at Niuba's back, Bruce Lee thought: what kind of feelings did he have for such a beautiful girl? Although this question had been thought about many times, it was never clear, only knowing that being with her felt easy, because in Niuba's heart, Bruce Lee was a hero. Bruce Lee hoped that the world would be made up of people like Niuba.

  Compared to when he met Huang Ying, Zuo Xiaolong felt that in the future, before and after seeing Huang Ying, he would have to see Niuba. The first time was to create confidence, the second time was to restore confidence, Zuo Xiaolong thought. Such a good girl, why couldn't he just like her?

  The answer is, soak in the yellow crystal first and then think about this question.

  Before sending Mud back home, he asked Mud to buy a set of stationery and a pen. Mud was overjoyed. After seeing off Mud, Zuo Xiaolong.

  Back in the house of Sculpture Garden at night, he turned on the light and various flying objects swirled around his head. Hard-shelled insects kept hitting the glass window. He threw out the toad that had jumped into the room and decided to write a letter to Huang Ying. The content of the letter was an invitation for Huang Ying to join his chorus in Tinglin Town.

  Show his personal appreciation for Huang Ying.

  Spread out the paper. Xiao Long was suddenly surprised for a moment. On the muddy paper, an animal with a round body was printed. Below it was written: I am

  Pikachu.

  Xiaolong suddenly lost all inspiration, staring at the letterhead for half a day. He thought that Huang Ying was such a mature girl. How could there be a cartoon image on the letterhead? He decided to give up this one and see if there was a suitable one in this set of letterheads as an invitation letter. He drew out the second one. His head was still big, this time it was a pile of round animals. It read: Welcome to join Pikachu family.

  The two sheets of paper behind were repeated endlessly, and Bruce Lee was completely desperate. But looking around, there wasn't a single piece of paper that could be written on, he thought, or else I'll open the envelope and write

  Inside, but soon. He himself overturned this idea. Because he could imagine Huang Ying pouring for half a day without pouring out anything. Then

  He threw away the letter. He began to study whether he could cut off those round things, but this time,

  He saw that the spheres were actually faintly visible against the background of the letter paper, and the two words "Dragon Cat" were shallowly visible everywhere. Xiaolong didn't want to delay any longer because the literary competition was about to start.

  It began, and this night color and lamplight were just the right time to write a letter. He decided to start writing on the theme of the letter paper, pushing the water.

  This way can make the atmosphere of the opening scene very relaxed and one's writing style is also better.

  Although he was never good at writing since childhood and hated writing essays the most, this time he suddenly felt that he had a desire to express himself. He thought that maybe he couldn't write well as a child because his teacher never gave him any encouragement.

  Something made him write and now he finally found this thing.

  Spread out the letter paper. Xiao Long planned to start with Pikachu. He wrote: Hello, Huang Ying.

  I am Bruce Lee. Also, I'm the man who opened PoPo Printing Factory on that day and sent you home with my motorcycle. Sorry, this is a letter written on the stationery my sister gave me casually.

  It's actually quite interesting. Pikachu is the god of love, but on this letterhead, Pikachu's arrow doesn't know where it's pointing to. Maybe the place it's pointing to is the place it's being sent to.

  Let's get down to business. I want to form a choir in Tinglin Town. Although we're going to participate in the competition two weeks later, I never thought our choir was just for winning prizes. I want it to be a real choir that can perform nationwide and even worldwide. My childhood dream is to become a great conductor. From the moment I saw your first performance, I've been very impressed by you. Your voice and stage presence are what we lack most.

  Let's meet and talk.

  I hope our cooperation is pleasant. After finishing writing, Bruce Lee repeatedly checked the letter for any typos. Then he changed "My childhood dream was to be a good conductor" to

  The three words "his ideal" were crossed out. He thought it was possible that no one would be willing to be his substitute.

  Wants to experiment on himself. Seals the envelope, already midnight 12 o'clock. He pushes the motorcycle out, afraid of waking up the big general. Pushes forward for a hundred meters. After starting, he rushes into the night color. The town is quiet at night, with few people. He drives the motorcycle to the post office and throws the letter in.

  On the mailbox. On the envelope. He only wrote "Huang Ying received". Because he was writing to Huang Ying

  Many people believe her, so she doesn't need an address, this is something that everyone in this town knows.

  The letter was sent out. Left Xiaolong felt relieved in his heart.

  He had done his best for many people. At this time, Zuo Xiaolong's mind was filled with Huang Ying. He had already become infatuated. As for Huang Ying, it was truly a case of "easy to get, hard to forget".

  I'm unlucky, I got sick.

  Back in the sculpture garden. It was already late at night. Bruce Lee still couldn't fall asleep. He kept imagining the impact of this letter on his fate and various hypotheses, sleepiness had

  He thoroughly cleaned up and then turned on the TV.

  Want to watch the ball game, maybe I'll fall asleep while watching.

  Before the image on the screen is formed, the sound comes out first - beep beep beep.

  ≈ magnetic field... wave

  Zuo Xiaolong opened his eyes wide and watched an episode,

  After a long time of thinking, I suddenly shouted out loud, "Ah!" It's over, it turns out that the god of love is Cupid.

  He regretted it, but the letter had already been sent.

  It's coming, ugly is about to emerge. Everything is beyond salvation.

  Grabbed his hair for a few minutes. Suddenly, Bruce Lee...

  Then came up with a clever plan, driving a motorcycle into town

  Racing away...

  In the early morning, Da Shuai woke up. He was puzzled by a mailbox that had appeared overnight in front of his house in the sculpture garden. Zuo Xiaolong came over with an axe and started prying open the mail slot before Da Shuai could even speak. "What are you doing?"

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng didn't even bother to lift his head and said, "I wrote a letter to Huáng Yīng last night, but I made a mistake in one place. I need to get the letter back."

  Da Shuai said with a puzzled expression: Then why don't you just write another one?

  Xiao Long wiped his sweat and said: No way, first impressions are very important. Otherwise, where would our choir's face be?

  Da Shuai asked: What exactly did you write wrong?

  Bruce Lee: Never mind, come and give me a hand.

  The big guy rushed back to the house, took out the toolbox. The two of them were busy for half a day. Finally opened the mailbox, Xiao Long from hundreds

  The letter in the envelope started to pick out his own letter, but before he found his own letter, he suddenly discovered that there was another letter addressed to himself. He raised the letter in surprise and guessed for half a day. Suddenly, he thought it should be written by Mud to him, writing like this

  In this era, there is only literary elegance.

  Only those with lingering resentment can do it. Bruce Lee put the muddy letter written to him aside and muttered: Who the hell still writes letters?

  After that, he found his own letter and hastily put it in his pocket. The remaining letters were wrapped together in a plastic bag. Bruce Lee started the motorcycle, ready to leave. Suddenly

  He remembered the muddy letter on the ground. He bent down and picked

  Xin picked it up and said to the letter, "Why didn't you just give it to me directly? You had to go to the post office and mail it. Isn't that still the same as giving it to me directly?" Zuo Xiaolong drove with a plastic bag towards the town.

  A scorching gust of wind tells people, the most beautiful

  Good summer has arrived.

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng's heart was heavy with thoughts as he walked to the post office door. He found that where the mailbox used to be, there was now a...

  A table. On the table was a donation box, he stopped his motorcycle. Thought to himself

  A big bundle of letters can't fit into the donation box, might as well give it to the counter. Don't delay others who have important things to do, but Xiaolong changed his mind.

  Just thinking about it. I think those who have something important to say won't write a letter, and I feel a bit relieved in my heart, put the plastic...

  The bag of goods was held in hand, and began to weave a tale in mind

  What reason would he have for picking up these letters?

  Suddenly, a motorcycle sped past him, and the rider grabbed Xiao Long's left hand.

  The plastic bag in hand quickly left. Alone

  Zuo Xiaolong was left standing alone, giving the departing rider the finger. After a few seconds, Zuo Xiaolong came to his senses. Damn it!

  Encountered a robbery. Thinking of the many military books I've read in my free time. Regarding reconnaissance and counter-surveillance,

  Investigation has always thought it was very handy, but as a result, it was robbed by a hairy thief. And at this time...

  He has disappeared into the winding streets of southern China. No one knows where he went. Left Little Dragon

  He cursed the thief who had taken them, and felt a pang of sadness for the fate of these letters. There might be many love letters among them. This thief had stolen so much emotional value. What a sinful thing to do.

  How many people can't be together because of this. If two people can't be together... Xiaolong thought about it and couldn't help but feel sad... Then just find someone else to be with, I suppose.

  Xiaolong wanted to go report it to the police, but thought this

  The police inside are inefficient and reporting crimes is also useless

  Catch this rascal. Never mind thinking about it. But he

  Remember this person's characteristics - wearing a white T-shirt with bloodstains.

  Just like Bruce Lee's judgment was basically wrong, this time Bruce Lee is wrong again. This flying car thief drove because of the motorcycle

  A motorcyclist was stopped by traffic police for not having a license plate and exceeding the allowed engine capacity. The motorcycle was confiscated, and the police found a suspicious plastic bag on him. During the inspection, hundreds of letters were discovered, and soon the police chief...

  It's arrived. At first, seeing so many letters, they thought this case was about promoting a cult.

  The investigation expanded a bit, but it turned out to be private letters. In connection with the theft of the mailbox at the post office, this thief was identified as a suspect in the theft of the mailbox incident. Although the suspect refused to admit it, the facts were conclusive. Resistance from

  Strict

  During the process of reviewing emails, a police officer discovered letters written by his wife to her lover.

  After the next interrogation, the suspect with a bruised face and nose admitted to stealing mailboxes and attempting to sell them as scrap metal. The suspect was sentenced to three years in prison for robbery and destruction of public property, deprivation of political rights for one year, confiscation of the motorcycle used in the crime and personal property worth 10,000 yuan. In the future, he will also be ridiculed and humiliated by other prisoners in the prison... because others were caught by criminal police, while he was caught by traffic police.

  Of course. Zhou Xiaolong doesn't know these things. Zhou Xiaolong is a person who likes to make judgments and predictions.

  The person who speaks is terrible because he doesn't

  His judgment is not entirely correct and sometimes completely wrong, even reaching the point of being totally mistaken. The people he likes and the things he praises.

  In the end, it's all a tragedy. He looks down on people and despises things, but in the end, everything is joyful. But he has never summarized himself.

  This rule is just a feeling of being unlucky, he believes that heroes are not necessarily wise. This world

  He just wasn't given the chance. Let him prove his heroic abilities. Of course. This world is

  Everything is an opportunity, it's just that this world will always take its turn.

  Walking through the town's outdoor ice rink, Bruce Lee suddenly heard a singing voice, this singing voice was

  The sound was loud and clear. It wasn't something one person could produce. He pushed open the iron gate. Suddenly, he was stunned, with about a hundred people lined up neatly.

  It's a huge choir, they are practicing a song... Bruce Lee has never heard of this song, the regular sound waves of each part and harmony seem to have blown away all the dust on the ground.

  Zuo Xiaolong, Zuo Xiaolong looked around and found a mixer. There were speakers. There was a microphone. Mom, there's still so much... mom.

  These mothers are all children who grew up in the treble section accompanying. There is also a conductor.

  He actually had a real conductor's baton in his hand.

  Bruce Lee listened to their singing for a while and felt that although there was no problem technically, the emotions were flat and the songs mediocre. He believed that when he got back to his hometown of Hong Kong...

  The town's chorus team is getting started. At least in terms of sentiment, they won't lose to this official chorus team.

  He took advantage of the choir's rest and came forward to chat: Hello, you are...

  A deep voice came: We are the Tinglin Town Chorus.

  Bruce Lee left the venue in low spirits.

  He came up to his motorcycle in front of him, stroking the dashboard. Wiping away the air that had fallen on it

  Various colored dusts, he suddenly remembered the muddy letter in his pants pocket. He unfolded the letter. On it was written:

  Brother Long:

  I'm very happy today, I bought you stationery and a pen. I know you want to write me a letter.

  But I want to write to you first, it's always been me who takes the initiative anyway. Don't know if you will or not

  I received it early, but I definitely will. Because you are lazy.

  Brother, have you read the book I gave you? I know you don't like reading, but also...

  No big deal. I just told you, your feelings are quite similar, because you both...

  I like riding motorcycles. I was delighted when I first saw you ride a motorcycle.

  Hello, I shouldn't be saying this

  But you said I'm your woman now.

  I think I don't hide anything from you.

  Finally, brother, I'm just telling you,

  When I grow up, my parents may not let me stay

  Here. They say this is a small place.

  Then we will go to a bigger place.

  But I like it here because you're here

  In here. I don't know what you're doing, but

  None of this matters, just take me with you

  Your motorcycle has a back seat.

  Finally, I drew you a picture.

  But without your face, only your back.

  Shadow, I really liked it last time we were at

  Driving in thick fog, but I've learned to paint

  It's been a long time. Still don't know how to draw fog. Hope you can come see me often.

  I recognize the sound of your motorcycle engine, you know where I go to school and you also know where I live. It was last time you sent me back home.

  Locals, as long as you rev up the throttle a bit, I'll know it's you, don't overdo it.

  Be careful not to burst the vase, and don't let my dad and mom notice. I'll come down right away.

  Finally, brother, I'll give you the motorcycle

  Let's give it a name, we'll call her Queen. You probably don't like that name. You're thinking, why did you name your motorcycle

  Is it a girl? Because you're a boy.

  If your motorcycle is also male, it feels weird, I want to see more of Duo Duo

  I see you so much.

  Finally. Brother, you must drive carefully. I've booked a good helmet for you. It will arrive next week. I used my lucky money to book it. It's a gift from me to you.

  Goodbye, brother.

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng felt that this letter was full of twists and turns, starting from the third paragraph.

  He's gone. As a result, he held his breath for another five small sections. He stared at the letter as if in thought, unfolded it to read again, and then folded it up. Put it in his pocket. Got on the motorcycle. His emotions were baked by the scorching sun.

  His weakness. A low male voice beside his ear said "We are

  The sound of "Tinglin Town Chorus" keeps echoing back

  Suddenly, he saw the national highway being blocked.

  Closed. Many police cars set up roadblocks, don't

  There are local traffic police and criminal police. Special

  Police. There were even some he had never seen before.

  Special vehicles have been seen. There is environmental monitoring.

  There is Chinese nuclear power, and even military land warfare

  Disinfection vehicle.

  Xiaolong pulled his motorcycle over and stopped it.

  "What happened?" asked someone inside the team.

  Really?

  No one spoke.

  Very soon. The police line was pulled out again by five.

  Ten meters away, suddenly, a loud rumbling sound came from the air

  Suddenly, a helicopter appeared from high altitude

  Slowly falling down. The dust and dirt suspended in the air suddenly obscured vision.

  The lines are blurry, it's very obvious. The plane landed very...

  Hurry up. The pilot is in a hurry and is about to take off.

  No time to overcome, directly hard landing on

  On the asphalt road. Several foreign journalists rushed down.

  He shouldered his camera and charged inside, suddenly

  A person got off from a civilian vehicle.

  Blocking them, asked: What permissions are you applying for?

  Is it okay?

  Foreign journalist replied: No news.

  Freedom is our...

  That person

  Then ask: Who opened the airspace for you?

  Foreign journalists replied: We use

  Low air. I want low air...

  That man blocked the reporter outside and said:

  Please go back. You didn't see us having a new one.

  Are there no Xinhua News Agency reporters?

  No reporters have come. This just goes to show that this matter is not important.

  It's news. Can't be interviewed.

  The reporters climbed back into the helicopter

  The plane took off and climbed but did not return. Instead, it

  Entered into the alert area inside, alert zone

  including the sculpture garden in the chemical plant area

  The river runs along the highway and through the sculpture garden.

  Flowing directly into the river water, suddenly. Cutting through the air

  A sound of air came. A bundle of smoke-like objects

  The body quickly rose into the air. The helicopter was hit, but

  No disintegration. All gyroscopic balancing devices

  Nothing works anymore, helicopter spinning and falling

  Everyone was shocked on the ground.

  Wow. RPLG, Xiao Long's heart is silent

  He silently exclaimed, this was his first time seeing Wu

  The launch of the instrument, and it is a rocket launcher.

  Everyone looked around, but no one saw who it was.

  Who fired it. The crowd said. Whatever

  That's what America launched.

  All this increased Bruce Lee's interest

  He knew there were many small roads made of gravel

  He made a detour and drove his motorcycle back and forth on the road.

  The road is open, and more and more people want to sound the alarm.

  Ambulances and fire trucks also rushed out onto the road

  A car is coming from the opposite direction. Xiaolong thought this was...

  Not Resident Evil, is it? At this time. He

  One thought of mud, then thought of yellow

  Jade. Finally. He thought of Commander

  Da Shuai is currently in isolation

  Now that I know what happened, I really want to ask

  He.

  The little dragon turned around and went to another isolated area

  One head. During the process of detection. He discovered

  This isolation zone is actually based on Tinglin Town Upper Ground

  Divided by Longquan River, but isolated

  It's extremely strict. Basically every intersection has

  There are armed police guarding. And on the national highway over there

  One head. Isolation is even more stringent, suddenly

  Suddenly. He heard sporadic gunfire. Left

  The little dragon felt tense and excited involuntarily

  Come, what happened, what happened?

  What happened? He was preoccupied with

  He couldn't help but ask this question.

  Next to the armed police, what exactly happened

  Nothing.

  The armed police replied: I also want to know what was born.

  At this time, the intercom rang up.

  Way: No need to fire a shot, no need to open fire.

  Zuo Xiao Long felt more and more that something big was going to happen.

  He decided to go around from the small path on the side.

  He went in and walked down the path, he completely lost

  Still, there is a armed police guarding it.

  Suddenly, he saw jumping over the feet of armed police

  Come one... one... one... one...

  Only...