Li Xiaofeng was an old knight, so he made a phone call and asked someone to get a set of equipment for Han Qi.
This bike was very new, and the owner had not ridden it a few times. However, it had been idle for a long time. Li Xiaofeng took some time to check the various conditions of the bike, and then the two of them hit the road. Han Qi did not bring goggles or a face towel.
But Li Xiaofeng must wear a helmet.
"... When going downhill, press the rear brake first, then the front brake... Be sure to pay attention to the speed bump. Sometimes if you drive for a long time, you will suffer if you don't concentrate... Rhythm, pay attention to the rhythm, don't compete with me, drive me
Later..."
Li Xiaofeng was really worried about Han Qi.
Who knows how to ride here? This is simply riding indiscriminately. Why do you still want to ride across the Yunnan-Tibet Line?
In fact, he was thinking about the day Han Qi would choose to give up, and he didn't think that Han Qi could ride with him to the finish line... Although he had this pessimistic thought, he never stopped guiding Han Qi all the way.
What should the instructor Han Qi do?
Thanks to his sincere words, otherwise Han Qi wouldn't have known that his skills were so poor.
Even Han Qi was doubting himself. How could I drive to Lhasa if I was so frustrated? I was already very tired after driving for three hours. The key point was that today I had to ride for more than two to three hours before I could rest, and even
There is still one month left.
But it is impossible for Han Qi to look back now.
In three hours, the car drove to the outside of the city.
The orderly downtown is no longer there, and the tourists on the streets have disappeared. Only the occasional passing vehicles and long, unchanging roads can be seen.
If mountains and rivers are a kind of scenery, then Han Qi has been watching this scenery for an hour. If sunshine is a kind of torture, then Han Qi has been tortured for three hours.
I'm so miserable, I've endured so much pain to get here, do you just want me to go back?
Impossible, do you still need face?
If he were five years older than he is now, let's call him twenty-five. If he had traveled here after working for a few years at the age of twenty-five and realized how difficult riding is, he might have given up.
I had random thoughts and took the bus back to Lijiang.
But he is only twenty-one years old, not yet.
His youthful spirit is what supports him, and he is far from reaching his limit. It is just a little harder...
I must ride to Lhasa!
With this thought in mind, Han Qi began to grit his teeth again!
"Hey! I told you to pay attention to the rhythm!"...Li Xiaochuan shouted loudly.
He didn't want to talk like this. He was almost thirty and was no longer young. He had to pay attention to his physical strength. Talking loudly during exercise was very strenuous. But he had to shout, rushing like Han Qi.
, I guess I won’t be able to ride to the next town yet.
Han Qi slowly slowed down.
"oh."
After riding for a while, Li Xiaofeng, who was riding in front, stopped, and Han Qi also pressed the brakes and stopped next to him.
There is a situation ahead.
In fact, Han Qi was mentally prepared a minute ago, because this road was already jammed. Traffic jams in the city are normal, but traffic jams on this provincial highway are very abnormal. In other words, there are no special circumstances like this in the wild.
There will be no traffic jams on the road.
"What's wrong?" Han Qi asked.
The road ahead was stopped by several people in uniforms, who seemed to be undergoing some kind of inspection. Han Qi thought... was this arresting a suspect?
Li Xiaofeng got out of the car, turned the vehicle around, and said: "Something must have happened up front. These people are checking ID cards. Only local people can pass through here. Let's go, let's find another way... Gan Niang, why did you choose this one?"
Today is quite unlucky."
Han Qi saw a familiar figure and said to Li Xiaofeng: "Wait..."
The person in front... seems to be Zhang Shuhao?
It was the person who bumped into Han Qi with the door panel at the airport, but later I found out that he was also a cyclist. When he was on the road today, Han Qi was wondering if he would meet him in Lhasa, but he was not sure.
A city is so big and has so many people, how is it possible to meet someone casually?
But fate is so inexplicable.
I haven’t even arrived in Lhasa yet, so I met him here.
Zhang Shuhao was arguing with the person blocking the road, but the other person was obviously impatient and pushed him and said: "If you keep fooling around, I will arrest you! You are so stupid. You lied to someone with a fake ID."
Do you dare to take it out and use it?"
Han Qi shouted: "Zhang Shuhao?"
Sure enough it was him.
Han Qi stopped the car, pulled Zhang Shuhao back first, and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to go through here, but they said I..."
He held the ID card in his right hand and kneaded it with his fingers. After noticing Han Qi's gaze, he quickly hid his hand behind his back, his eyes flickering... "I'm fine, why are you here? Aren't you traveling in Lijiang?"
"I think it would be good to go to Lhasa, so I go there by bike with a brother I just met."
Li Xiaochuan also rode over and asked, "Do you know me? Where are you from?"
"...Fu, Fuzhou."
Li Xiaochuan: "..."
"Who are you lying to? Are you from Wanwan?"
He greeted Han Qi, turned the car over, and said, "Let's go." Then he said to Zhang Shuhao, "This road is dead. Don't waste time here. Let's go another way."
Of course, Han Qi, as a young follower, had no right to speak, so he followed him, but he was afraid that Zhang Shuhao wouldn't understand Li Xiaochuan's Mandarin, so he said it again in Mandarin: "This road is dead. Let's go another way."
The only sounds left on the road were pedaling and breathing.
But this time there were no two people. Zhang Shuhao followed them from a distance.
Following so closely, of course Han Qi and Li Xiaochuan noticed it.
Han Qi was naturally happy. He thought it would be more fun to ride with more people, but Li Xiaochuan found it troublesome. He was not as optimistic as Han Qi. He could see that this brother was also a novice. And he was newer than Han Qi. At least Han Qi
Qi rides relatively steadily, but this man named Zhang Shuhao rides crookedly on the road. What does this sound like?
What's going on now, you don't know anything but you want to ride the Yunnan-Tibet Line to Lhasa?
"Where did you meet that friend of yours?" he asked.
Han Qi speeded up the car to catch up with him and replied: "I was at the airport. I helped him when I saw he couldn't move the car. He is a very honest man."
"Honestly? I can't tell. I just heard what he and the staff member said, and it seemed that he had applied for a fake certificate."
"I may not understand much when I first came to the mainland."
"hehe."
The scenery is getting better and better.
The mountains are towering, green trees and yellow flowers.
Some trees in the distance even bear yellow leaves, and then trees with green leaves and trees with yellow leaves are mixed together, with clear layers. At the foot of the mountain peak is a reservoir. This reservoir is so big that it looks like a lake.
.
Li Xiaofeng gestured to the water's edge.
"Let's go over and take a rest and have something to eat."
