It was the spring of 2004. The young Liu Kunlun had just come out of Dunhuang and became a security guard at the Jinqiao Market. He rode a motorcycle to the bridgehead on the north bank to make an appointment. He fought against more than 200 people in society alone. Of course, he couldn't fight and got along. He also met a group of friends such as Zhao Hongbo, Zhan Ziyu, and Zhuang Yu. It was more than 20 years ago, but it was as vivid as yesterday.

It was still in class, and Liu Kunlun was not convenient to stay for a long time. In order to facilitate contact, he added his son's WeChat. Tagg said cousin, why don't you have an avatar or a name on WeChat? Let's take a name. Liu Kunlun thought about it and entered the three words Kunlun Hero, but he couldn't make the avatar, and there were no ready-made pictures on his phone, so he asked Tagg to find him one. Tagg said what you want, Liu Kunlun said a tree in the snow mountain and lake, Tagg said that according to your statement, this should be the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. In such a geographical situation, woody plants are difficult to grow. Liu Kunlun said that you can do it. There is so much nonsense, so Tagg wrote him one, which looks a bit like a place where tree people grow.

Liu Kunlun used this tree as a portrait. Tag asked him what tree it was called. Liu Kunlun thought for a moment and said seriously: "This is called Kunlun Tree."

"Then you are Kunlun Hero." Tagg was very happy and ran back to class. He turned around at the end of the corridor and made a victory V-shaped gesture to his father.

Liu Kunlun felt warm in his heart. When the child grew up, he remembered his mother. Although he came back yesterday, he never dared to see her. In the past eighteen years, the torment of his mother was not less than that of spring leeks. Today, he packed up his mood and plucked up the courage. He came to the community based on the traces deep in the memory of the tree people and knocked on the door.

Cui Su'e opened the door and saw a stranger standing at the door of her house. She asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Liu Kunlun was so excited that he couldn't speak, and his mother asked tentatively: "Xiao Wu?"

"Mom!" Liu Kunlun knelt on the ground and spoke in a sad voice. His mother was a restrained person. Her son, who had been waiting for eighteen years, finally came back, but she was extremely calm. She quickly pulled her son into the door, closed the security door, and said, Xiaowu, you are back, whisper, don't disturb your neighbors.

Liu Kunlun cried twice and stopped. After all, he was a tough guy, and he only cried in front of his mother. His mother knew everything and said that you were helped by Professor Lin, who was the ginseng doll. He looked so handsome. Chunjiu knew that you were back? He picked up his cell phone and contacted Chunjiu.

"Mom, how did you recognize me?" Liu Kunlun asked.

"I know my own son, who turned into ashes," said the mother.

Five minutes later, Chunjiu came, and her mother gave her instructions to close the stall early today, buy some wine and food, and reunite the whole family, so that the two children can meet their father. Chunjiu said that they could not, and it would be over as soon as the stuff was exposed, and the bad guys would come to her house. The mother said that I forgot this, so let's hide it from the two children first.

There was a vegetable in the refrigerator. Chunjiu took some frozen meat and bleeded in the kitchen. Liu Kunlun went over and said, saying that my mother recognized me at a glance and asked me if it was Xiaowu. Chunjiu paused and said, "I'm here to deliver the express delivery, and she also called Xiaowu."

Liu Kunlun suddenly felt sad. His mother was already in a state of being in a state of being in a state of disgrace to her son.

During dinner, the two children came back, a family of five, three generations of grandparents and grandchildren, a table full of dishes and a bottle of Maotai liquor, which Cui Su'e insisted on buying, saying that when her son came back, it had been a full ten years. Liu Kunlun started the wine and poured wine for his mother first, and then poured a glass of Chunlei. His mother said that I would not drink, and Chunlei also refused. Liu Kunlun said seriously: "You can't drink it. Thank you for your hard work over the years, and this glass of wine must be drunk. I will serve you wine."

The mother and Chunjiu both drank a glass and quietly lowered their heads to wipe their tears. The two children were confused and silent. Fortunately, the mother quickly changed the topic and began to talk about the recent situation of the other daughters. Needless to say, the eldest daughter was doing well in Ganzi. The second daughter is now in the United States and is developing in Flushing, New York, and she is doing well. The third daughter is still living in Sichuan with Wang Lifeng. Sometimes she will come back to see it. Only the fourth girl is the least worry-free.

"The little four became a nun and ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddha's name." said the mother, "Okay, these are the blessings she has obtained from praying to the Bodhisattva for many years."

After dinner, the two children went home to do their homework, washed the dishes of Chunlei, and Liu Kunlun chatted with his mother, and his mother asked him what he planned next.

Liu Kunlun thought for a while and said, "From the long-term plan."

Chunjiu, who was washing dishes, fell back to her original place. She was afraid that Liu Kunlun would not be able to hold back her body at that time. What kind of old fairy is Wang Haikun, she could not beat him at all.

Of course, Liu Kunlun wanted to take revenge, but his 18-year career in the tree life has tempered his temperament and is much more calm than before. He knew that the gap between him and Wang Haikun could not be solved by the courage of an ordinary man. Not to mention that he could not find Wang Haikun at all, he had searched on his mobile phone in the afternoon. Wang Haikun's dragon was not seen at all. God knows which corner of the world is hidden. Besides, his new body also needs to be adapted and familiar with him. He firmly believes that Kunlun Tree is not an ordinary tree and must be very different from humans. What is the specific difference? He still needs to explore.

My mother cleaned up a room for Liu Kunlun. The house was filled with scraps and old things left behind in the past. Xiaowu's mother was reluctant to throw them away. Liu Kunlun pulled out a stick under the bed, which was already rusty. This was the guy he used to go to the meeting alone. In 2004, the North Bank Bridgehead was useless. This time he could show his skills.

At night, Liu Kunlun didn't sleep, got up and went out, wandering outside. He found the motorcycle shop he opened back then. It had changed a lot, but it was still a car shop. Behind the glass window were streamlined electric motorcycles. He was tempted and suddenly heard a whistling behind him. A group of motorcycles were roaring at lightning, the engines roared, the music was loud, and the routine of bombing the street in the middle of the night had not changed for many years, but the boys and girls in the car had changed.

The motorcycle gang found a man standing in the middle of the road, and the red heavy motorcycle led by him stopped. The driver lifted his helmet and mask and stared at the person blocking the road, as if he couldn't figure out the weight of this guy.

"I want to play with you." Liu Kunlun pointed to the red driver and said. This guy was wearing a red motorcycle suit, the kind with bright leather, and the metal jewelry was very cool. The pair of leather pants and long boots underneath, and his legs were so long.

"You? Where is your car?" the red driver asked proudly, his voice was very charming.

"I don't have a car, you have to lend me one." Liu Kunlun said shamelessly.

The red rider waved his hand, and more than a dozen motorcycles behind him began to circle around Liu Kunlun, and the engine roared. However, this was not the real sound of the motorcycle engine and exhaust pipe, but the sound was simulated by the audio, with adjustable size and adjustable sound waves. If it were an ordinary honest child, he would have been shocked by this group of motorcycles, but Liu Kunlun was willing to accept it, which reminded him of his youth.

Suddenly all the motorcycles stopped, the roar came to an abrupt end, and the red rider asked, "See, which one do you want to borrow?"

Liu Kunlun pointed casually: "That's fine."

He was sure that these cars were modified electric motorcycles, and they burned not gasoline but batteries. The largest battery must be installed the most and the most powerful.

The motorcycle gang burst into laughter, and the big guy pointed at him also laughed: "You are not afraid of falling to death. No one can control this car except me."

"I want to give it a try," said Liu Kunlun.

"Okay, we won't bully you. We will give you a chance to get familiar with the vehicle first, and then compete, but if you want to say good, what bet?" The red driver was their boss, and everyone was following his lead.

"If I win, I will borrow the car to drive for a long time, Saturday afternoon." Liu Kunlun said.

"Then what happened to you?" The red rider looked at him like a fox looking at a hen.

"What do you want?"

"If you lose, spend the night with me." said the red rider.

A strange scream and whistle.

Liu Kunlun couldn't help but get angry, but he thought that he could not lose.

"Trade." He said.

The heavy motorcycle was handed over to Liu Kunlun. The motorcycle eighteen years later was no different from that year. It was also a throttle clutch, but the battery with an ultra-large capacity was very fast and too fierce. When most people rode on it for the first time, they would lose control when they twisted the throttle. However, Liu Kunlun was a person who used to playing motorcycles with a displacement of more than 1,000 milliliters. Any battery was a castrated eunuch in front of the gasoline engine, lacking the true masculine temperament of males.

After playing for a few tricks, Liu Kunlun found out the temper of the motorcycle and said contemptuously: "You guys are playing things."

The red driver formulated a round-shaped competition route. Liu Kunlun said it was fine, but there was another program that he didn't have back then before the competition, which was to add the group on the mobile phone, then turn on Bluetooth, and put a micro camera on your chest, so that the people in the group could watch their competition from the first perspective.

At the beginning of the race, the red motorcycle rushed out first, and Liu Kunlun followed closely. The high-speed racing car had extremely high requirements for human response. If the car was accidentally destroyed, the car was killed. Liu Kunlun used a tree body and the nervous system adopted a leaf vein system, which was much more developed and sensitive than humans. There was no suspense in this event. He won the big score and broke the Omi underground racing record that the previous champion had maintained for five years.

The two cars returned to the starting point, and the others were immersed in an incredible speedy experience with VR glasses, and they were still unsatisfied.

The red rider took off his helmet, exposed a short rose-red hair, and a cool skeleton ring hanging on his ears. It turned out to be a girl. She got off the car, tall and tall, with the heel of the leather boots, and was not inferior to Liu Kunlun who was 1.9 meters tall.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"My name is Kunlun Xia." Liu Kunlun said.

"My name is Ye Huoyan, I can give you the car now. See you on Saturday night, BBQ City." Ye Huoyan threw the car keys over, and her friends gave up a car, and the motorcycle gang roared away.
Chapter completed!