After half a month, the wheels of the RV finally entered the French border and passed through Lyon.
Then, continue driving northwest and return to the place where Leng Ran broke his wings - Magny-Cours.
When the RV stopped at the Magny-Cours circuit, Mo Fei pulled on the handbrake, pushed the door open, jumped out of the car, and walked over to help Leng Ran open the passenger door.
"Xiao Xiao... welcome back!"
Mo Fei outside the door was wearing a set of casual clothes, his eyes were slightly bloodshot, but his face was glowing with youthfulness in the bright sunshine.
Leng Ran stood up from the car seat, turned around and put his back in front of her.
"Come up!"
The corners of her lips raised slightly, Leng Ran stretched out her arms to hug his neck, and with a slight jump, the person jumped on his back.
"Sit tight!"
He stretched out his hand to support her body, and reminded her softly, and she started running forward in large strides.
Run all the way through the parking lot and onto the track in front of you.
Because there is no competition, the track is very quiet.
Leng Ran raised his face and looked over, only to see a figure standing on the track.
That figure looked vaguely familiar.
The two of them gradually ran closer, and Leng Ran finally saw the figure clearly - it was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, holding a cane in one hand, smiling at her in the sun.
She recognized it as the boy and was shocked.
"Could it be that he..."
Mo Fei gasped and stopped in front of the boy, putting Leng Ran down from his back.
"Hearing that you were coming back, he came here specially to see you!"
Leng Ran walked out from behind him, walked slowly to the boy, and looked him up and down.
It can be seen that the boy has recovered very well. Except for one leg still wearing a cast, he looks very healthy and there are no obvious scars on his face.
"Yes...I'm sorry!"
"I'm the one who should say sorry." The boy's face flushed, he hesitated, and finally took the bouquet of flowers hidden behind him and brought it to Leng Ran, "Lorry, I'm sorry, you...
Can you accept my apology?"
Look at the bouquet of flowers, then look at the boy's worried expression as he blames himself, and slowly and coldly raises the corners of his lips.
Reaching out to take the bouquet from his hand, she stepped forward and stretched out her arms to hug him gently.
"Thank you. The flowers are beautiful. I like them very much."
There was excitement in the boy's eyes. He carefully raised his arms and hugged her, then straightened up again.
"I heard that you...you can drive a racing car again, is that true?"
Because of his own affairs, his idol lost the ability to drive. These days, the boy has been having a hard time.
In addition to physical torture, there is even more mental torture.
Therefore, after Mo Fei contacted his parents and learned that Leng Ran had stood up again and could drive a racing car again, he finally got over his guilt.
I came here to greet Leng Ran in person just to make her say sorry.
He nodded coldly.
"So... great!" After the boy got the affirmative answer, he took the last breath in his heart and relaxed, "I... I am your car fan, I... I have always liked you, and I hope you
...You can become the Schumacher of girls."
"I hope I won't disappoint you, but..." Leng Ran smiled, "Next time, when you come to watch my game, you must watch it from the stands!"
The boy heard that she was teasing, smiled on his face, and nodded solemnly.
