Chapter 31

"Abba."

"Yao Yao -" Ding Dazhong was cheering for the ball game. Hearing his daughter's sweet voice, Ding Xuanyao had come in before he could hide the wine bottle on the table.

Ding Xuanyao looked at the wooden table on the wooden side, stacked with some eaten peanut shells, and stood beside a bottle of Baijiu. She came forward and wrapped Ding Dazhong's arm around him to sit around him. Mumbled, "Dad, you're drinking again."

"A little, a little." In the early years of his career, Ding Dazhong often used alcohol to relieve his worries and even became addicted to alcohol. Later, Ding Xuanyao's mother had an accident. Ding Dazhong woke up like a dream. He was afraid that his daughter would be sad again. He cheered up and found a job in the car repair shop near his home. When he was free, he still couldn't help taking a few sips of wine.

"By the way, how can I go home at this time?"

Ding Xuanyao didn't speak, but smiled at Ding Dazhong. Ding Xuanyao thought, Ding Dazhong naturally guessed at a glance. "Are you hungry? I'll cook a bowl of noodles for you."

"Uh huh ~ ~ ~" Ding Xuanyao nodded again and again. "I'll incense my mother first." With that, the thin figure bounced up from the sofa and went to the holy place of Baiyun. Ding Xuanyao seriously gave her mother a fragrance

"Go. After the incense, take a bath and the noodles will be cooked." Ding Dazhong also got up from the sofa and limped towards the kitchen.

Ding Xuanyao went back to her bedroom and waded on the bed. Her room is very small, the furnishings are very simple, the curtains and bedding are light, and the clean color is very consistent with her monotonous life.

I went to the bathroom to take a bath. The bath towel wiped the water stains on my body. There were several faint purple marks on my white skin. Ding Xuanyao buried her head in the bath towel, and her mind was full of Lin Ruicheng's evil and charming face.

"Ah, er -" Ding Xuanyao threw the bath towel aside in frustration.

"Can you stop thinking about that face?"

"Are you really poisoned by that evil spirit? Can't extricate yourself?"

"Ah, er, ah, er..."

Ding Xuanyao kept mumbling to herself. She couldn't stand covering her hot face, and then shook her pillow in vain for advice. "You said to talk. What should I do?"

"Yao Yao -" Ding Dazhong's voice suddenly came from downstairs.

"Hey --"

"There's no pork. Is beef OK?"

Oh, come on, come on, anything. Ding Xuanyao patted her cheek to wake herself up, and then shouted in the direction of the corridor, "Oh, whatever."

After a while, the calm Ding Xuanyao shook her hair, which was almost dry with the hair dryer, and her head shook at the kitchen door.

"Just fine." Ding Dazhong cooked two bowls of shredded pork noodles, which can be said to have both color and flavor. Put the noodles on a small square table. Ding Xuanyao couldn't wait to sit down, took the bowl and smelled it.

"It's delicious. My saliva is about to flow out."

"Eat quickly." Ding Dazhong handed a pair of chopsticks to his daughter, with the corners of his eyes slightly raised with shallow wrinkles. "What time does it start?"

"Hoo - Hoo - hiss -" Ding Xuanyao took a big mouthful of noodles and said vaguely, "one o'clock."

"In banguan mountain?" Banguan mountain is located in the northeast of Mancheng. At the junction of Qicheng and Mancheng, it is a continuous mountain, and the forty-two corners on banguan mountain are the gathering place of racing families. The forty-two curves circle between the majestic and steep mountains. As long as the car runs out of the track, it will fall into a cliff.

Ding Dazhong was already familiar with such a thrilling racing track more than 20 years ago, and Ding Xuanyao was in that half pass from the moment he officially set foot on the track at the age of 14.

"No, at the F1 track in Jinjiang District." Ding Xuanyao continued to gulp at the noodles, and the thin heat rushed on her pure and sweet face.

"Huh?" Ding Dazhong doesn't worry at all if he is running half pass mountain. The F1 track in Jinjiang District has only been repaired in the past two years, and Ding Xuanyao has rarely gone out to race in the past two years. Even if he goes out to run every weekend, he is still on half pass mountain. Therefore, the F1 track in Jinjiang District is strange to Ding Dazhong and Ding Xuanyao.

Ding Xuanyao knew what Ding Dazhong was worried about. She drank a mouthful of noodle soup. "It's okay. It's a big deal. I arrived earlier than usual."

"Yao Yao, you haven't been out racing for a long time. Why did you suddenly..." Ding Dazhong remembers that his daughter hasn't been out racing since the Baiyun accident. At most, she drives out for a half pass at four or five o'clock in the morning on weekends.

The death of Ding Xuanyao's mother was a great blow to Ding Xuanyao. Her mother has always wanted her to be real, warm and know how to love herself and others. But Ding Xuanyao followed her father and learned to drag racing.

"I know, I know my mother will be unhappy when I do this, but I have a reason. Only this time, and I will be very careful. Dad doesn't have to worry."

"But you haven't competed with others for so long, and you're not familiar with the terrain." Tell him not to worry.

"Abba." Ding Xuanyao put down his chopsticks. "Didn't Abba tell Yaoyao that people's biggest enemy is not their opponent, but myself? Although I rarely race with others in the past three years, I'm in good shape. Don't worry, who am I? I'm the daughter of the car king and the real car King" Oh ~ ~ ~ it's okay, it's okay. " Ding Dazhong put the noodles into his mouth with chopsticks. The food was tasteless. He looked up at Ding Xuanyao, who had been staring at him, "eat quickly and get familiar with the scene after eating.".

"Oh."

After eating noodles, Ding Xuanyao ran up the wooden stairs to the bedroom on the second floor, took a bag and ran down. "Dad, I'm leaving."

"Yes." Ding Dazhong answered, limped out of the kitchen and walked to the garage in the yard.

Uncovering the rough canvas, the red and white racing car is really incompatible with the simple and rough shed. Ding Xuanyao turned over the bag she had just taken down from upstairs and put a red explosive wig on her head.

"What is this?" Ding Dazhong followed his daughter into the shed and looked at the exaggerated wig on his daughter's head. He was surprised and couldn't close his mouth. The dim light reflected on Ding Xuanyao, hazy like a little witch from the demon world.

Ding Xuanyao put on her wig and shook it to make sure it was stable. "This is my style."

A drop of sweat came down from Ding Dazhong's forehead. "When did you do this? It's scary to wear it in the middle of the night."

"Hee hee ~ ~ I bought it online when I was bored." Then, Ding Xuanyao continued to take out a fire red cardigan sportswear from the bag, put it on her body and zip it up. He made two turns in front of Ding Dazhong. "How's it going, dad? Is it handsome? Does it match Huoying?"

"Well, very handsome." Ding Dazhong was bewildered by his daughter. He helped his daughter trim her collar. Then he opened the car door.

Ding Xuanyao sat in, closed the door and rolled down the window. "Dad, go to bed first. I'll go back to school after running."

"OK. Be careful yourself."

Ding Dazhong opened the gate of the courtyard for Ding Xuanyao. The fire "bared" and slid into the silent night. The limping figure chased two steps in the direction of the disappearance of the fire shadow: Yao Yao, don't let dad regret, don't let dad regret taking you on this road.

The F1 track in Jinjiang District is known as the green devil. The whole loop is eight kilometers long. Different from other tracks, all tracks bend irregularly. Some places are very wide and some places are too narrow to even the width of a car. The risk of such a track is no less than half a pass.

At the starting point of the race, more than 30 fashionable young people were waiting there, with seven luxury cars parked next to them, all arrogant.

"Hey! I said, ah g, whether your people will come or not. The game will start in seven minutes. If you abstain, say it earlier. Don't let our young master Zhou wait in vain." A young man with red hair and leather jacket shouted at ah G.

"Yes, yes, if you're afraid of losing, go home early, wash up and go to bed. Don't come out and make a fool of yourself."

"Yes, it's a waste of our time."

A bunch of young people with red hair were making a fuss. A g was not annoyed. He tilted his body, put down a leg from the black sheep motorcycle, put his arm on the front of the car, and put his tongue against his cheek. "Don't worry, master Zhou, it's not time for the official game."

Sitting in the car, Zhou Sheng was wearing sunglasses. He suddenly opened the door and came out. His fingers in half a leather jacket crossed and shook each other. "Boss G is right. It's not time for the game. There are still a few minutes to let your people be a shrinking turtle for a while."

A G's men were very dissatisfied with Zhou Sheng's arrogant attitude, "what are you talking about? You have the guts to say it again!"

"Say you're a turtle, boy. Ha ha..." People on Zhou Sheng's side are arrogant because of Zhou Sheng's family background.

"You owe smoke, don't you?" The people on ah G's side tilted their heads and jumped off the roof. They were murderous one by one.

Zhou Sheng's people were also aggressive, and the two teams were ready to fight.

Zhou Shengyang raised his hand and motioned to his men to take it easy. "I'll kill Buddha when I meet Buddha and kill devil when I meet devil. I'm looking forward to it. Is boss G's person tonight a Buddha or a devil or a turtle?"

Ah g just wanted to say that his person is not a Buddha or a devil, but a person. But when you, who can kill Buddha, demons and turtles, can't help people, your walkie talkie reacts.

"Chi Chi, brother g, a family car is coming to the track."

A G's round eyes lit up and said to the walkie talkie, "let it in."

As early as a few hours ago, as long as the place close to the competition area was blocked, no vehicles and pedestrians were allowed to enter.