When the birthday banquet was over and the guests left, Sam had already pushed his brand new 28 bicycle.
Sam suddenly remembered a hit song on the short video website.
What is it, ride my beloved little motorcycle…
Thinking of that song, he looked at this old and ugly 28-year-old bicycle, and he couldn’t help but sigh in his heart: “If you can go on a motorcycle, you can ride three or four hundred kilometers a day. Hurry to Aurous Hill, and you don’t have to suffer too many sins along the way…”
It’s a pity that Charlie won’t give him room for bargaining. He can only push the 28 bicycle honestly and prepare to set off.
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