My girlfriend is from the future!

Chapter 551: The mischief of youth turns into a life of drunkenness and dreamlessness when growing u

The underground parking lot of the Shanhai Building is on the third floor. Although it is almost night, there are still many vehicles parked here. A man and a woman are seen coming down from the elevator. They pass by many business cars and luxury cars along the way. Finally, they stop in front of a pure black American cruise motorcycle.

"Your motorcycle?"

"my hobby."

After a question-and-answer session between the man and woman, Wen Liang went up and casually hung the helmet on the faucet. She squatted beside the motorcycle, staring at the tough mechanical structure of this steel vehicle, then she raised her hand and wiped off a more obvious road dust mark without hesitation.

All of Wen Liang's fans know that this girl likes to ride motorcycles. However, compared to other internet celebrities who like to pose and share photos of themselves wearing JK black stockings and riding motorcycles, Wen Liang's content on social platforms is mostly about how she went to a certain mountain to ride today, plus a landscape photo; or she rode her Kawasaki H2 off the track, reduced the number of laps by a few tenths of a second, and was very happy, and other routine content.

She seldom takes selfies leaning on a motorcycle. Firstly, she is naturally averse to eye-catching labels such as "sexy female rider + steel beast". Secondly, she really regards motorcycle riding as a hobby that can relieve stress, just like ordinary people playing games, which also relieves stress. It is normal to want to show off when you post a screenshot of a super game on your Moments, but if you also attach a selfie of yourself to prove that you did it yourself, it will seem very contrived.

So, Wen Liang, who always calls He Tianran a "straight man", is actually a "straight woman" who is not good at anything, judging from these aspects.

But having said that, it is indeed done in real life. You can indeed find a lot of photo materials related to Wen Liang and motorcycles, as well as private street photos. After all, as a public figure, even if he doesn't take photos himself, he can't resist the street photos of his fans and the filming of his work.

"Indian Dark Horse, this model was discontinued in 22. I got it from a friend who likes to collect motorcycles. It had only run more than 500 kilometers when I bought it. It is well maintained. My Kawasaki H2 is still too aggressive to drive in the city. Now, if I don’t go mountain climbing or circling, I rarely drive it. In comparison, this 'Dark Horse' is much more docile..."

When it comes to motorcycles, Wen Liang held her chin up and talked incessantly. If no one interrupted her, she would probably just squat on the ground and watch for several minutes.

"This car model... is it rare? Or is it a classic?"

He Tianran didn't know much about motorcycles, so he naturally thought that this was related to the rarity of the vehicle model.

Unexpectedly, Wen Liang shook his head:
"Classic and rare... such factors do exist, but I didn't consider these when I bought it. I bought it simply because I passed the motorcycle license test in 22. At that time, the desire to ride a motorcycle reached its peak. I collected all kinds of motorcycle information on the Internet all day long, and finally chose this car as my dream car. You men should understand what I mean~"

"22 years..."

This is really an unfamiliar number. He Tianran touched his chin and thought about it. It represents seven years ago.

"Well, I was eighteen years old that year, a freshman at the Film Academy, and I had formed a band. I was full of fantasies about the future. What about you? What were you doing at that time?"

Wen Liang asked back with interest. He Tianran frowned and tried hard to recall, but this personality had no memories of the relevant period at all. Just when he wanted to perfunctorily evade the question, Wen Liang had already stood up, pointed at his nose, and warned:
"Don't use rhetorical questions like this, our rules are still in place!"

The man shrugged and continued the conversation:

"I am also a freshman. Students should just study hard. There is nothing much to say."

"So boring——"

Wen Liang, who was very dissatisfied with this answer, grabbed the motorcycle helmet again with one hand, threw it into He Tianran's arms, and ordered forcefully:
"You give me a ride."

"I won't."

“…Learn!”

"I'm afraid of death."

"...No...He Tianran, you can fly a helicopter and a yacht, are you afraid of this?"

Wen Liang looked incredulous. In her impression, He Tianran, who liked all kinds of extreme sports, shouldn't be so fussy. Why is he so timid about riding a motorcycle now?

Now, she really believed, from an intellectual level, what He Tianran meant by "rebirth".

The man held the helmet, his eyes filled with fear for his life. To this end, he came up with a plausible and correct reason:
"It has nothing to do with my regrets, I have absolutely no interest in these things, and I don't even have a driver's license."

"How do you know you're not interested if you don't try it bravely? And isn't regret the lack of results and the inability to obtain what you want? But both of these things require a beginning! Besides, how can I help you if you don't cooperate with me?"

Wen Liang's words have always been clever. The man in the suit looked at the helmet in his hand, then looked at the tough woman in front of him, and finally looked away with a helpless smile.

……

……

An hour later.

Intermittent roars of motorcycles echoed in the Shanhai Building. Although the building was still brightly lit, there were not many people in the huge campus downstairs. Occasionally, a few employees could be seen walking their dogs in the campus, but after a glance, they left in a hurry.

Wen Liang was waiting at a fork in the road. After signing autographs for several dog owners who recognized her, taking photos with them, and petting their dogs, He Tianran, riding a motorcycle, slowly drove over from a distance and stopped right in front of her.

"I saw a lot of people walking their pets. I didn't expect your company to be so humane. You are worthy of being called Langchang."

Like all large domestic Internet companies, Shanhai has been nicknamed "Sina Factory" by netizens and peers since it launched its surfing line. This name has been used to describe Sina, but with the "Double Wave Social War" this year being decided with Shanhai's complete victory, this name is no longer ambiguous.

“There are very few people who can prioritize taking care of their pets at work; however, many people feel better when working overtime after taking care of their pets. Therefore, taking care of workers’ pets is undoubtedly a unique way to reduce costs and increase efficiency compared to just taking care of the workers. Capitalists will not live with cattle and horses all the time, but pets can accompany their owners for their entire lives.”

After He Tianran took off his helmet, he looked like a rational person who wanted to be beaten, and began to make precise complaints.

"Oh, yes, we cattle and horses are short of money, and have to work for capitalists all our lives, and we can rely on pets to heal; but you, the son of a capitalist, can still lack love since childhood. Now that you have grown up, I don't know which parents can teach you again."

He Tianran's realistic and ruthless words would naturally be met with Wen Liang's ridicule. The man had talked to her about family issues before, and he seemed very indifferent every time he talked about it. You said I was a working cow, and I said you had no parents to teach you. There is nothing wrong with tit-for-tat.

Unexpectedly, He Tianran took a step back to advance:

"So, this isn't you who took the blame."

"Hmm? You want to feel the love of family here, right? Call me 'Mom' first~!"

Wen Liang would naturally not let go of the opportunity to gain the upper hand in this verbal dispute, but she did not expect He Tianran to be so shameless and said in a pinched voice:
"Mom, I want to drink milk~"

Appeared!
The charm of declarative sentences!

Wen Liang's face immediately turned red, and he felt ashamed and annoyed. He gritted his teeth and cursed:
"He Tianran! You keep saying that you were reborn just to take advantage of me? Is this how you treat someone who helps you? Who wants to be your mother? And you are such an adult, and you still have the nerve to say this?! You are so shameless! Bah!"

"Men are always young, and I've been reborn."

"Then why don't you just reincarnate as a baby? It would be cuter if you were to breastfeed like this! You'd just look wretched now!" "I'll eat if you feed me."

"roll!"

So, who is taking advantage of whom?

A flash of thought to make trouble flashed through his mind, but this unintentional thought made him silent instantly.

Unexpectedly, in this short one-hour contact, He Tianran seemed to find that the current Wen Liang was completely different from the girl who teased him in his memory. Maybe it was because the girl was now unexpectedly... innocent?
He could sense what it was specifically. It might be due to his personality transformation. His immaturity in dealing with feelings in his youth would naturally become clearer and clearer in his youth. Therefore, a sense of resistance that arose from the bottom of his heart made him give up the idea of ​​continuing to delve deeper, and even changed the subject:
"I've already learned how to ride a motorcycle, so I don't feel anything."

Learning to ride a motorcycle is not difficult. In addition, the park is large and open, and the roads are not complicated. After He Tianran got the hang of it in ten or twenty minutes, he drove many circles and felt very confident.

"You are a prince, and you are driving in your own park. Even dogs have to give way to you. You must not feel anything..."

"Buzz-"

As Wen Liang was talking, the phone in her hand suddenly rang twice. She picked it up and glanced at it, then immediately raised her long legs, sat astride the back seat, and gave orders:
"It just so happens that someone wants to see you. Drive over and take a look."

The sudden approach of the woman and He Tianran, who had just learned how to ride a motorcycle and was about to hit the road, naturally panicked. He subconsciously asked:

"Who? No... I just learned how to drive and I don't even have a license. If I get caught and fined, it's fine. But if I'm detained, is it you or me?"

Seeing this woman squinting her eyes, He Tianran immediately defended himself:

"It's a normal question, it's not against the rules!"

"Are you scared? Weren't you quite confident just now~"

"I am afraid of death, but I am afraid of death. People should have legal awareness!"

"Tsk, get off! Change seats!"

Wen Liang sat in the back seat, staring at He Tianran with disdain and a teasing look as he got out of the car. People are always confident when they are doing something they are good at. When the driving seat in front of her was vacant, she moved forward, held the steering wheel and sat back down.

After exchanging the helmets, the two switched positions. Looking at the dashing back of the girl wearing the helmet, he lowered his gaze and stared at her slender waist, but he still hesitated.

The orderly sound of horse hooves idling at the motorcycle lingered in my ears. Wen Liang, who was fully prepared, urged in a muffled voice through his helmet:

"Hold my waist. You are courting death if you sit like this. I will be very fast."

In an instant, the hum of the motorcycle and the woman's urging made him a little dazed, and a double image appeared in front of his eyes, as if there was a glitch in the TV screen. For a moment, he saw two backs of the same figure and the same posture. The two blurred and separated, and then slowly overlapped.

"Tsk, you're so slow~"

The urging voice that seemed to come from afar rang in his ears again. Before He Tianran could react, his body seemed to have anticipated it. The motorcycle started suddenly and then braked suddenly. The force of inertia caused He Tianran to lean forward, and his chest was pressed tightly against the woman's back.

He looked again, and the strange scene of Wen Liang's separated backs that had just appeared in his sight had now returned to normal as his hands were holding the other person's waist, as if it had never happened.

In the park, the noise of motorcycles gradually rose. Wen Liang focused on driving. He Tianran behind him was silent for a while. Finally, before driving out of the park, he said loudly:
"Have you ever given me a ride before—?"

"what?"

In my ears, the speeding motorcycle is accompanied by the whistling wind.

The man repeated again: "Have you ever given me a ride before—?"

However, he received an answer that was totally irrelevant:

"I did! But..."

"……but what?"

Although this answer left him speechless, He Tianran couldn't help but continue asking.

"But you broke the rules--!! You can't use question marks on me!!"

"..."

"Speak up, why are you mute——??!"

I don't know if Wen Liang pretended to have misheard or what, and gave an incoherent answer, but now he deliberately took advantage of the noise in his ears to ask jokingly.

This posture made He Tianran very unhappy. He muttered something and was then blown behind by the wind.

"What did you say—? I didn't hear you clearly—!"

Wen Liang teased deliberately.

"I said, fuck! fuck! fuck! fuck! Did you hear that?!"

He Tianran, who was fixed on the back seat of a motorcycle moving at high speed, finally erupted in a burst of impotent rage.

"Hahahaha-"

The woman's triumphant laughter, along with the rhythmic sound of the motorcycle's engine, crashed violently into the flashing neon lights of this bustling city.

The colorful lights cast long lines of light behind them. The billboards on both sides of the street kept changing colors. The high-rise buildings flew past them like a flowing scroll. The metal parts on the motorcycle reflected the light and shadows from all directions, as if they themselves had become a ray of light that could move freely, adding a hazy and tipsy filter to the short journey of the man and woman on the motorcycle, just like a retro and modern CITY POP.

What did He Tianran want to say just now?

Perhaps using a question sentence to express it can make people feel more empathetic, such as:
"Have you ever felt for a moment that the scene before your eyes seemed to have been dreamed before?"

But it doesn't matter whether I say it or not now, because if I express it in a declarative sentence, the two people who melted into speed and wind at this moment seemed to be in a dream more than ever. (End of this chapter)

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