2

Da Cannon slept very well in the co-pilot, and he looked very confident in his excellent driving skills.

Jiang Kuo opened the car window, and a cool night wind swept across his face, and the air mixed with the fragrance of grass and earthy smell rolled into his nose. The ever-increasing "escape" mood suddenly became a little dissipated by the wind. The empty mind was suddenly a little confused, and he put down all the car windows.

The slight tide of wind suddenly filled the car and lifted the hat on the cannon's head directly to the back seat.

"Damn!" Da Cannon sat upright, stunned for several seconds in the wind before saying, "I fucking thought it was overturned."

"I want to flip through myself so much." Jiang Kuo glanced at him.

Da Cannon rubbed his face and looked back at the Maisumeter when he wanted to take the hat.

"Car God! You dare to look at me!" Dapao stared at him, "One Hundred Eight! You are crazy! I will catch you speeding in a while!"

"My speed has just risen for less than three seconds," Jiang Kuo followed and loosened the accelerator and dropped the speed to 15. "This is not on the highway, national highway."

Da Cannon was stunned for two seconds, looked forward, and it was pitch black outside the light range, and his voice suddenly became octave high: "Are you still in your mind? Isn't the national highway dangerous? Do you know what road conditions are ahead? The chassis is so high as soybeans! Want to fly, you?"

"This is too rigorous, why can't it be as high as kidney beans?" Jiang Kuo was so angry that he yelled, and he kicked the accelerator impatiently, and his speed immediately returned to 180.

It was not until the cannon started to attack, and the sound exceeded the engine that he slowed down and parked the car on the side of the road.

"How about you open it." Jiang Kuo opened the door, took a can of Coke from the small refrigerator and got out of the car.

"Are you sleepy? Why don't we just have a sleep?" Dapao then took a can and leaned on the chair. "I'm so sleepy that I can't drive it."

"What if President Jiang sends someone to chase him?" Jiang Kuo sat on the hood.

"What are you thinking? Mr. Jiang can't guess that people like you who are greedy for enjoyment, fear of death will walk away from the national highway," Dapao said. "If he really wants to deal with you, just let the school gate block you...but he is likely to be reluctant to leave."

"Has anyone called you?" Jiang Kuo asked, opening the Coke with one hand, tilted his head and drank two mouthfuls.

"Mr. Jiang must have been angry with my dad. My dad sent me a message, asking me to die outside and not have to go back. Now I am homeless." Da Cannon also opened the Coke can with one hand, and then shook the Coke with one hand, "Are you just hiding from the house and practicing this when you are fine? It's so smooth to drive."

The first time I opened it was like this.

Not to mention opening a coke can with one hand, you can open a can of Eight Treasure Porridge with one hand when you are in a good mood.

He has special talents in such meaningless things, such as various "fancy xx", "bare-handed xx", and various "Top Ten Hands-up skills"... It only takes one time to get started to master.

"Sleeping didn't delay my practice." Jiang Kuo smiled and raised the coke can at him. "If you want to be homeless, why not go with me to study with me, wash clothes and run away, and pay you a salary."

"Come on, your financial backing is furious. I still have to work so hard to let my father know that I will lose all my pockets. Do you think I am the kind of person who shares suffering?" Dapao shook his head, thought about it and knocked on the car door again, "Jiang Kuo, if I were you, I wouldn't go to high school."

Jiang Kuo glanced at him: "Your qualifications are considered a further study in nine years of compulsory education."

"Yes, I'm saying that I have a correct understanding of all facts," Dapao yawned a few times and sighed, "I want to ask you why you have to go to this school. If you go to jail for four years, I feel that your dad won't be so angry..."

"It's exaggerated." Jiang Kuo interrupted him.

"That's what I mean, aren't you just a rebellious son? "Daopao looked disdainful, "It's always - he's still a child after all, and he wants to give him room to grow."

"It's worthy of being my childhood friend." Jiang Kuo gave him a thumbs up.

"Your dad was so angry that he had foreseen that it would be like that if you were not a good student," Dapao thought for a while, "It's better to go home and inherit the family property. No need to do more. I think it's enough to give you the Folk Village."

"I'm dreaming," Jiang Kuo laughed, "He arranged for me the next day after the college entrance examination and asked me to stand at the community eye guard."

"It's not surprising, after all, my dad knows you best," Dapao sighed, "I don't know who will fall into the hands of the country I have captured in the future. One is lazy and the other is god..."

"I'll give you a minute," Jiang Kuo's face suddenly sank, with obvious dissatisfaction in his voice, "Check where the nearest town is, the village is OK, walk over by yourself."

"Is using words that are not appropriate," Dapao laughed dryly, looking at the Coke in his hand, "I may be excited today. You also know that I am just a 'nature', and I can't speak in my mind... There is something wrong with this Coke... I just say something casually..."

"Don't be too casual." Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"Is it raining?" Da Cannon suddenly stretched his arm out of the car window, turned his face away and forced the topic to change the subject awkwardly.

Jiang Kuo raised his head and several large drops of rain hit his face directly.

"Can you go!" shouted the cannon.

He jumped off the hood, and in just a few seconds, his hair and shoulders were already wet.

"I'll drive," Da Cannon jumped out of the car, "I don't want to worry about you driving this rainy day."

Jiang Kuo ignored him, sat in the cab, threw the car door and locked the cannon in the rain, and then started the car.

"Fuck"|Your uncle!" Dapao reacted very quickly, and he turned around and ran to the co-pilot while shouting, "What do you mean, Jiang Kuo!"

"Don't you say you won't drive it?" Jiang Kuo put the cannon on the passenger's phone and threw it out of the window. He kicked the accelerator and rushed out with the sound of the engine.

The cannon must have cursed people behind him, but he couldn't hear it. He could only see his figure waving and running in the sudden rainstorm slowly disappearing.

Jiang Kuo turned on the music and turned on the sound.

The rain had already moistened the interior of the car before he closed the window. He reached out and pulled a tissue to wipe the water from his face.

The rearview mirror was already blurred. Not to mention the last figure of the cannon, even the road was gone.

The same is true in front of you. The headlights can only be shined at a distance of two meters. What you can see within two meters is the water with white mist blown up.

Jiang Kuo's feet were slowly lifting up while stepping on the accelerator, and his speed was slowing down, but he still couldn't see the way forward after it dropped to 40.

After driving a few kilometers, he parked his car on the side of the road, and was stunned by the sound of rain outside that was as loud as eighty trains rolled over at the same time.

If you do nothing, you will be hungry.

Jiang Kuo rummaged in the car for a long time and found a small flattened bread in the back seat.

Thinking that there was only one passenger in the back seat, Yang Ke, he pinched the packaging bag and wanted to throw the small bread out of the window, but as soon as the window opened, the rain swept in horizontally, and he closed the window again.

Forget it, to be a quality person, he wiped the water from his face and threw the small bread back into the back seat.

The rain was indeed a bit unexpected.

He had just thrown the cannon off and left. The cannon should have cursed and looked around in a daze. When it was dawn, he took a fellow villager's tractor to find a long-distance passenger station to take a bus home, or went to school to scold him in person.

But now the rain is getting more and more outrageous, and it seems that it can't stop for a while. He hesitated whether to turn back.

After all, he was locked up at home this time, and the cannons were arranged for him outside.

If something happens to the cannon, such as falling into a ditch filled with rain, choking to death...

A flash of lightning struck through the thick rain and fog, lit up half of the sky, and then a dull thunder sounded, which made the clown on the front of the car bow to him.

Jiang Kuo drove the car.

The road was too narrow, and he had to continue looking for an intersection and turn around.

He had no luggage, and he had to buy it immediately after he arrived at school. He needed a follower.

So now he has to turn around and bring his followers with him.

The cannon stood in the dark and white rain fog.

In Qiu Laohu's remnant power, the rain was trembling with trembling.

When Jiang Kuo's headlight cut through the darkness and hit him, he wiped the water from his face, raised his arms and took a deep breath, and started roaring while trembling.

"Silly"! Brake!" He shook his arms wildly above his head, "There is a bend in front - you are a fool-"

The car did not slow down.

From childhood to adulthood, Dapao has been very aware of Jiang Kuo's various outrageous operations.

First of all, this man must have forgotten that there was a bend on the road he had just driven twenty minutes ago. Secondly, he would not slow down. He just wanted to sweep water on the poor man he threw on the roadside.

The car whizzed past the cannon. The cannon heard the music in the car in the rain that was rushing towards him, and even felt that he heard Jiang Kuo's happy laughter.

"Silly." The cannon spit out the water from his mouth.

The car rushed forward and, accompanied by a flash of lightning, plunged into the fields ahead.

"The whole play ended." Duan Feifan shouted with his eyes closed on the recliner.

The ceiling fan squeaked above his head was so scared that he stopped for two seconds.

"I'm so annoying," the old aunt kicked his chair, "You're the end of the show! There are more than 300 chapters behind this novel!"

"The protagonist hit the car four times in the first two hundred chapters," Duan Feifan said, "How can this person live more than 300 chapters in the future?"

"What's wrong with you?" The old aunt stood up and opened the curtains and looked out. It was already bright at five o'clock. "Who told you to listen?"

"You just know a few more words," Duan Feifan sighed, "I don't have to listen to books every day."

"The car is here," the old aunt put her phone in her pocket, "I'll go down and take a look."

"I'll go," Duan Feifan stood up, "You still have more than three hundred chapters."

"You sleep for a while!" The old aunt stopped him, "Aren't you going to register for school today?"

"Is it still energetic to report?" Duan Feifan opened the door and walked out, "It's not about going to fight."

"Who are you fighting with?" the old aunt shouted.

"No one!" Duan Feifan also shouted, and the stray dog ​​downstairs barked, and dozens of responders were responding.

The old uncle was already standing at the back door and chatting with Boss Song who was delivering beef.

"Fairy," Boss Song handed over, "Your uncle said he had to report again today, and he would report once a year."

"Don't smoke if you are under fifty." Duan Feifan pushed away Boss Song's cigarette.
To be continued...