Chapter 48: motorcycle_night_walk

"Brother Yan!" Xingchen Di shouted in surprise.

Zhi Yan then smiled, his tired look instantly disappeared into thin air.

" Xingchen Di ."

Xingchen Di smiled and said, "Why are you here?"

You're not here to play with him, too, are you?

"Came here to see my cousin." Zhi Yan said.

Xingchen Di smiled and said, "What a coincidence, then."

"Yeah, what a coincidence." Zhi Yan smiled at him, hung his helmet on the handlebars and asked, "Is your house around here, why are you here?"

"I came out for a walk. My house is a long way from here."

Zhi Yan just looked at Xingchen Di and smiled, without saying anything, his eyes were gentle and quiet.

"Where are you going?" Xingchen Di asked with a smile.

Zhi Yan said, "Get ready to go back."

Without waiting for Xingchen Di to say anything, he asked, "Where are you going, I'll drive you there."

"No," Xingchen Di said, "I'm going to school, my classmate is going back home, there are two pots of flowers in the dormitory, he's afraid he won't survive the winter holidays, let me take them home and help him take care of them."

"Let me drive you there." Zhi Yan then gave him his helmet: "Come up."

Xingchen Di also did not refuse him and said, "You can wear it, you are more famous than me, don't be recognized by your fans."

Zhi Yan, without saying a word, put it on his head.

The dominance is really a characteristic of all male protagonists, right?

"You wear it." Xingchen Di said, "Nowadays, riding a motorcycle without a helmet is punishable by the police, right?"

"There's another one in the side box." Zhi Yan said.

Xingchen Di tilted his head slightly, Zhi Yan lowered his head to fasten the buckle, opened the side case again, took out another red helmet, and put it on.

It is really cold outside and hot inside Tang Hai attack, the helmet actually has such a testy color.

Zhi Yan is riding a heavy motorcycle, the body is very heavy, also big, Xingchen Di straddle it, Zhi Yan again told him where to pedal.

The whole seat is a bit low in the front and high in the back, after he sat on it, he was slightly higher than Zhi Yan, through the helmet, he smelled the faint fragrance of Zhi Yan's body.

It smells very much like the bottle of perfume that was given to him and smells especially good.

"Sit tight." Zhi Yan said.

Sitting on a motorcycle and an electric car is a completely different feeling, the main thing is that the sense of security is much lower all of a sudden, as if a little faster they will be thrown off the feeling.

As soon as the car started, Xingchen Di reached out and grabbed Zhi Yan's shirt.

Zhi Yan wore a biker suit, very snug, was so grabbed by him, but the body suddenly moved a little, immediately looked back at him, looking very strange look.

Xingchen Di did not expect Zhi Yan's reaction to be so strong, so he let go of his hand.

He knew that Jiang Jin male lead is very sensitive, sensitive, did not expect Tang Hai family also has this characteristic?

But it is also true that this kind of characteristics, it is estimated that all Tang Hai basic operation, so there is no special emphasis like Jiang Jin male protagonist.

Zhi Yan's ears reddened slightly and she said, "Hold on to it."

"I see you're not used to it."

"It's okay, just a shock." Zhi Yan pursed his lips and added, "Hold on, let's go."

The motorcycle emitted a very windy roar and suddenly leapt out, Xingchen Di was shocked and immediately grabbed Zhi Yan's waist.

Zhi Yan's waist is lean.

Since it was past the time for a walk, there were not many pedestrians on the north-south avenue, but Xingchen Di, who was not used to riding on a motorcycle, felt that it was a bit too fast and kept telling Zhi Yan, "Drive slowly, drive slowly."

"That's not exactly fast."

They drive motorcycles, the figure is the wind and speed to bring the sense of fun. But this side is an urban village, simply can not let go of the drive.

"That's still an extra block." Xingchen Di said.

Zhi Yan suddenly did not want to go directly to the Chinese dance.

He had a feeling that he wanted to elope with Xingchen Di.

With this in mind, he turned the corner when he saw a fork in the road ahead.

Xingchen Di asked through her helmet, "Where are you going?"

"Take a taste of how fast you can go!" Zhi Yan said loudly.

This is the first time he saw Zhi Yan rip his voice loudly, as if the whole person suddenly let go, driving a motorcycle Zhi Yan, completely like a changed person, as if from a gentle gentleman into a bad boy all of a sudden.

This is the contrast charm of Tang Hai male lead, right?

It would be great if Ying Hu and the others could see it too.

The motorcycle crossed a narrow black street and was on Seaside Road in no time.

It's a big road, right next to the coastline, heading west, with no traffic lights after the first overpass, and is a favorite road for South City racing enthusiasts.

Zhi Yan suddenly increased the throttle, the motorcycle launched a windy roar, this roar listened to Xingchen Di all at once excited.

It is a man, who can refuse the roar of the throttle to the end.

His adrenaline shot up, and fear, and excitement, and the wind was so strong that he felt he was going to be blown out, and he shouted to Zhi Yan: "Slow down, slow down."

The more Xingchen Di told him to slow down, the faster he drove, the faster he drove, without any feeling of pity for him. The front end encountered a turn, he increased the throttle, the motorcycle suddenly leaned inward.

Seriously, Xingchen Di felt like he was going to fly out with his car the next moment, so he wrapped his arms around Zhi Yan's waist and his heart was in his throat.

Zhi Yan, however, smiled. The motorcycle turned the corner with a whoosh, and instantly righted itself.

This is what it feels like to drive your favorite motorcycle with the person you like.

Zhi Yan drove Xingchen Di all the way along the coastline.

Like driving to the end of the world.

There was no Cheng Huo, Ying Hu, or any of them, and there was no variety show, just the two of them, two people who knew each other in real life.

Probably because after sitting for a long time, the trust in the rider is also getting stronger. This somewhat dangerous and exciting ride can build trust more quickly than everyday life. Xingchen Di gradually relaxed and began to concentrate on experiencing the coolness of this million dollar motorcycle. The goggles reflected the light from the streetlights, bright and dark, the streetlights kept receding, the tall buildings and trees kept receding, and the only thing that seemed to stand still was the sea in the distance, rippling and undulating in the moonlight.

Zhi Yan looked down at the hand clasped on his abdomen, and Xingchen Di's whole body was almost leaning on his back.

He doesn't like to have physical contact with people, and this is the first time he's carried someone on a motorcycle. In fact, he's nervous, scared and excited.

It's a pity that they can't keep driving aimlessly like this, later, later on, when there is another chance, he will drive Xingchen Di to travel and run the desert Gobi.

By the time they stopped at the south gate of the dance, Xingchen Di got out of the car and realized his legs were a little weak, and Zhi Yan's waist was covered with sweat from his palms.

He took off his helmet and couldn't help but say, "Can't stand it."

Zhi Yan takes off his helmet and looks at him with a smile.

Xingchen Di's face is flushed and her forehead hair is still a bit wet, as if she just went through a very intense event.

"I didn't control it for a while and drove too fast." Zhi Yan said.

"It was my first time on a motorcycle, and I couldn't stand it when it was my first time. Xingchen Di said.

This would have been a normal conversation, but Zhi Yan heard him say something about the first time, his heart just warmed up, took the helmet Xingchen Di handed over and said, "You go find your classmates, I'll wait for you here."

Xingchen Di shook two legs, and so adapted to the feeling of landing, which went inside the school, about ten minutes later, he came out of the south gate holding two pots of flowers.

Just after he came out, he saw a girl with a cell phone asking Zhi Yan for a WeChat.

Zhi Yan wore a helmet, so it was hard to see his face, but he probably looked too cool and his motorcycle was cool, which is why he attracted a lot of flowers.

He heard Zhi Yan say to the girl, "Sorry, there's someone."

The girl was also generous, smiling and saying, "It's okay."

After the girl left, Xingchen Di walked up to her.

"Peach blossoms." He joked.

Zhi Yan said, "Not as much as you drive."

Xingchen Di had two pots of flowers in his arms, so it was a bit inconvenient to take the motorcycle. But Zhi Yan insisted on giving them to him. Xingchen Di sat on it and put the two pots of flowers between them. The flower pots were a bit dirty, and they stained Zhi Yan's jacket. Knowing that Zhi Yan is very clean, he used his sleeve to wipe it twice.

Zhi Yan sent him downstairs, looked up and asked, "What floor do you live on?"

"Fourth floor." Xingchen Di said, "Do you want to go up and sit down?"

"It's too late." Zhi Yan said, "Another time."

"Little Star!"

Xingchen Di suddenly heard his mother call him, tilted his head to look, and saw Zhai mother in the window that looked at him.

She was drying clothes on the balcony and heard the sound of a motorcycle and looked downstairs, only to see her son and a strange man.

"My mom." Xingchen Di said.

Zhi Yan immediately got off the motorcycle, took off his helmet, and called out, "Hello, auntie."

"Good ...... good ......" Seeing Zhi Yan's eyebrows clearly, Zhai's mother's eyes widened.

Isn't this Zhi Yan?

Although not wearing glasses, she recognized him at once.

This is also too handsome, wearing biker clothes, broad shoulders and long legs, with an upright posture.

She hurriedly waved secretly to let Zhai's father come over to see.

"Another one!" She said to Zhai's father.

The two couples looked down together and saw Xingchen Di talking to Zhi Yan, holding two pots of flowers.

The scene looked too good under the streetlight.

Zhi Yan looked up again, saw the two couples of the Zhai family, and this time bowed shallowly and respectfully: "Goodbye, uncle and aunt."

"Come up and sit down for a while." Mama Zhai shouted.

Zhi Yan smiled and said, "No, it's too late, I'll come back to visit my aunt and uncle next time."

He is a completely different type from Xu Pei, and a completely different type from Cheng Huo, who is gentle, handsome, and calm.

Because of their upstairs and downstairs conversation, causing a neighbor next door are poking their heads out to see.

Zhi Yan stepped onto the motorcycle: "Let's go."

Xingchen Di nods her head.

As soon as he got home, Xingchen Di was surrounded by his father and mother Zhai.

"Is that Zhi Yan? Why is he here too?!" Zhai's mother asked.

"It was just a coincidence that I ran into him on my way to school." Xingchen Di said.

Is it really such a coincidence, not specifically to find him? Zhai's mother was puzzled.

But tomorrow will go to the recording again. The couple also have much to say about what, afraid that it was just a good relationship between friends, they were to love or not to love on the pull, Xingchen Di instead really misunderstood, trapped.

After all, each one of them is just too outstanding, right!

Jesus Christ, where did this show find these people.

The motorcycle stopped at the entrance of Changping Village. Zhi Yan sat on the motorcycle and looked back in the direction of Xingchen Di's house. He took off his helmet and replaced it with the one Xingchen Di had just worn.

The smell of Xingchen Di still seemed to be there. He put on his hat, tilted his head up and saw a crescent moon and a very bright North Star above his head.

Everyone knows that he Zhi Yan is notoriously ascetic and overly clean, his clothes and shoes and socks are always so clean and his closet room is always so neat. Whether in the eyes of fans and teammates, or in the eyes of relatives and friends, he looks so gentle and gentlemanly.

But only he knows that there is another hidden world inside him, hiding another him, desperate for love.

He wanted to lock Xingchen Di up and fall into a world of sensuality that lasted day and night.

How clean his body is, how heavy the evil thoughts are. If all released, Xingchen Di will not be afraid.

He himself felt overzealous and a bit appalling, and probably no one could stand it.

He rode his motorcycle, racing along the seafront avenue, the roar shaking the darkness of the night, blending with the sound of the waves.

Love if it has a shape, his love, must be a tsunami.