Therefore, the magnetic chips in the field are firmly absorbed, like countless flying moths wrapped in an open flame. Until the song ends late at night, the lights are unwilling to dissipate.

Of course, there are always people who leave early.

Ding Qi sat on a motorcycle, waiting in the shadow of Chadao Street, watching the people coming and going on the main street.

This is a natural peeping place: a line away from the bustling main street, but it is sparsely populated - most tourists just look up here, feeling that the alley is narrow and the lights are dim, so when it doesn't exist.

Even if you occasionally have one or two mistakes, you will feel that it is normal to see motorcycles: motorcycles are the main means of transportation here, and their popularity is similar to bicycles in the 1980s and 1990s.

Ding Chi grew up by the Yellow River and looked like a river: the main street is the main stream, the water rushes, the forks are tributaries, and the veins are fine and flat.

As for when he will drive into the main stream, it depends on when Yi Sa will leave.

His eyes seemed to sweep across the board, but in fact he had never left that place-

There was another half-old motorcycle in front of the tuk-tuk bar. There was a full-helmet bead-gray driver's helmet hanging on the handlebar. There was a very old portable recorder on the front of the saddle. In China, it should be an old item worth paying for collection, but it is still used here, and no matter how old or old it is, it is not abrupt.

Yi Sa stood next to the car and was explaining to the charterer: pointing to the wine and asking him to pay attention to futures, and signaling the colorful lights around the car. There were several places where there were blinding fires and needed to be replaced.

Ding Qi waited patiently, he inquired that she was leaving tonight.

Sure enough, not long after, she got on a motorcycle, put on a helmet, skillfully put on a belt, and the helmet mirror was displayed on the street.

Then start.
Chapter completed!