Chen Yixi walked towards the car parked aside, opened the co-pilot's door and got on the car.

The car door was closed in the sunlight, stirring up a layer of fine dust covering the car door.

The movements are neither light nor heavy, without any emotion.

It's so insignificant to him.

Lu Wuke looked at the closed car door and his face was very calm.

The man on the side took his gaze back from the car and looked at her curiously.

The man looked about thirty years old and teased: "Little girl, this person is quite confused. You can use your eyes to highlight them in the future. Don't like people like him."

Lu Wuke certainly could hear the man's words relieved the embarrassment and looked at him.

She looked pure and clean enough to look like she was seventeen or eighteen years old.

The man looked at this face and thought of his niece, and then said funny: "Do I need to help you put this hand into his hand and let him sign you an autograph?"

"No." She looked at her without any sadness.

It’s obvious that her face is just a little vivid, and it will look particularly pitiful and painful.

After Lu Wuke finished speaking, he didn't stop here anymore. He turned around and left with his cell phone and hand sign.

Before she could walk to the side of the road, she shouted and shouted soaring into the sky.

Accompanied by the men's sharp and high whistle, a red and black racing car swung out at the corner, completing a beautiful drifting turn.

The exhaust sound hit the eardrums of the car, and the accelerator suddenly increased, rushing through this track.

The dust suddenly flew, and the sky was filled with loess.

Chen Yixi has also made such a frank statement.

Men are not inferior to women at all when they shout.

The excitement of the rally racing is exciting. The road conditions are ever-changing, from desert grasslands to muddy roads and asphalt roads, and when the road conditions are not sure and the racers will roll and other dangerous accidents if the road conditions are not good.

The rally starts at intervals, and the driver and the driver are basically unable to touch each other on the way, and the person who takes the least time will win.

After Lu Wujiao stood for a while, another racing car rushed past.

One after another, overwhelmed with dizziness.

The sun was really fierce, so she couldn't lift her eyelids.

Very dazzling.

Whenever the racer he likes appears, someone will have a very beautiful operation, and the crowd of men watching the competition will always make a huge noise.

After watching all the cars passing this special stage, the road without bumps and eardrums roared.

Only special stages of the rally will record the racer's results. Ordinary driving sections are not included. After this special stage is passed, the next special stage is on the mountain, and the next one will start tomorrow morning on the mountain.

The yellowish bus returned to the convoy site and came to take people back.

My knees had not yet swelled until last night, and my knees were hurting like needles. The road was not in trouble, or I had already gotten used to it, so she walked over under the sun in the afternoon.

I bought a ticket and got on the bus. When I was working by the window, she looked outside. The car outside the tent just now was gone.

I didn't meet those little girls again when I came up this time.

The bus pulled a car of people back to the town.

Although the road was not as close to the racing car, she was still covered with dust. The first thing she did after returning to the hotel was to go to the bathroom to take a hot shower.

This place is a tourist town, and the streets downstairs are still lively at night.

Someone was singing Asan's Leaf in the bar.

A clean female voice drifted into the hotel window.

Lu Wujiao didn't go downstairs to go shopping, the lights were not turned on in the room, and a movie was played on the TV.

After watching one, she turned off the TV. The temperature difference between day and night is large, and the road is no bumpy and she lie down after quilt.

I sang songs all night in the bar, and the sound disappeared at two or three in the morning.

The next morning, I woke up from bed early in the morning and it was sunny again. The competition in Yangcheng lasted for three days, but the road was not bumpy and was not ready to stay. I lay in the bed for a while before getting up to pack my luggage.

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The plane landed on the Lanjiang River, and the moisture coming from the airplane cabin door.

It is still raining in the Lanjiang River, and the spring rain is smooth.

Lu Wujiao was fine in Yangcheng yesterday, but the fatigue from the body just got off the plane came up again.

The air was stuffy, and it was hard for her chest to lift her mouth, and her breathing was hot.

She raised her hand and touched her forehead as she came out of the airport with her suitcase.

Sure enough, I had a fever again.

She couldn't bear it because of a minor illness and a minor pain. She didn't force herself to take a taxi to the hospital.

The hospital emergency hall was crowded with people coming and going, and the road was noisy and there was no bumpy sound. I went to the window to register.

This season, there are many people who have colds and fevers. After Lu Wujiao, he thought there would be a lot of people in front of her, but she was the next one.

The hospital beds were piled up by the wall in the corridor, and the patient was lying on him and groaning.

Lu Wuke sat on a chair outside the clinic waiting to call the phone. She was dizzy and stared at the ground, and her legs kept passing by.

Domestic hospitals are much more lively than foreign hospitals, and people are everywhere.

Soon her name jumped on the electronic screen, and Lu Wuke got up and carried his suitcase in.

In the clinic, there was an old male doctor in his forties or fifties. He was looking through the medical record book. When he saw her coming in, his eyes raised from behind his glasses, he asked routinely: "Where is uncomfortable?"

Lu Wujiao walked over and sat down on the chair at the table: "I have a fever."

The doctor took a thermometer to her and said, "Take your body temperature first, are there any other discomforts on your body? For example, your throat hurts, sneezing and so on."

The road is no more bumpy.

Five minutes later, the doctor took her thermometer and looked at it: "Oh, little girl, this is already thirty-nine degrees and seven degrees."

The road is not bumpy and the palms are really hot.

After asking her some questions, the doctor prescribed her medicine: "There are many flu patients these days recently. Your fever is also caused by a cold. The virus is still seriously infected. However, it is not a big deal after it is handled. Just be careful not to catch a cold later."

After prescribing the medicine for her, the doctor handed her the list: "Go to the window on the first floor to get the medicine. Remember to take the medicine you prescribed for three meals a day, and the dosage is marked for you."

"Thank you." Lu Wuke took the medicine order and left the clinic.

Lu Wuke left the emergency room with an umbrella, and soon there was a thin layer of water mist on the surface of the umbrella.

Opposite the hospital is a residential building that has been built for more than a decade. It is full of dust and traffic is rife on the road. Several taxis are parked at the door to prepare to attract customers.

Before Lu Wujiao could reach the door, a voice suddenly stopped her.

“There is no bumpy road?”

It's a female voice.

Lu Wujia stopped and turned around according to the sound.

There is a temporary paid parking lot at the entrance of the hospital. The cars are lined up, and a car window falls down, and a face that is almost blocked by sunglasses is exposed.

People don’t have to take off their sunglasses and recognize who they are.

Yu Xier pushed her sunglasses up, her eyes were shimmering, and she still had the same aura as before.

"It's really you, the road is not bumpy."

The two have not seen each other for several years.

Except for occasionally saying a few words during festivals, I rarely contact each other.

Even so, Yu Xier is still a person who has contacted more without any bumps.

The two have not seen each other for many years, but now they meet but are not at all unfamiliar.

Lu Wuke saw that she didn't look sick and asked, "Come to the hospital to see someone?"

Yu Xier shook the bag in her hand. She probably hadn't had time to put down her things before she got in the car: "No, I brought the medicine to someone, but you, your face is pale and you are sick?"

After saying that, I felt that this was not right: "No, you are already white, but your complexion is really not very good."

"I have a fever, come and get some medicine."

"I'll just say," Yu Xier got locked up, "Where are you going, I'll take you for a ride."

"Aren't you busy?"

"What are you busy with? I don't have much fame, so I won't be so busy that I can't touch the ground every day." Yu Xier, a musician at university, worked as a model industry after she came out.

"Besides, I'm very idle on vacation today. Don't be polite to me. You're polite, just don't give me the face of this friend," Yu Xier threw her chin and said, "Get into the car."

Lu Wuke's eyes were clean, like glass beads. She said, "Your face is very important."

Yu Xier was amused.
To be continued...