Driving Skills Come from Ghosts

There are few pedestrians on Qiu Ming Mountain, and there are often riders riding high and low. The lane is still there now, but the old driver is no longer there In order to find the old driver, I asked for information that was difficult to find for hundreds of miles. I was staying at a restaurant to relieve my sorrow when I suddenly heard the sound of a motor outside the window. Holding the window pole and looking around, I saw a child echoing in the distance. He looked up to the sky and laughed and went out to inquire. Sure enough, the boy knew what he was doing. The naughty boy points to the apricot at the head of the village. If you go there, you can see. The blood pressure rises sharply and the pace is tight, trying to find the driver to gain his skills. When I walked to the village where I saw the green leaf apricot, I looked around blankly but there was no trace of it. Suddenly a breeze blew up, and the weeds and graves on the roadside were low. Just when I was lamenting the impermanence, the old tomb burst open and a spiritual light arrived. I rubbed my eyes in shock but did not lose my sight. It was because the driver showed his spirit. He knelt down and prayed for the lost art of drag racing. The spiritual light increased dramatically and a voice chanted, teaching me not to take my life lightly. I complain that I have no idea in my life, where should I go to find a confidant? The aura sways and the old graves lean, the wild grasses follow the wind and the black mud. I raised my head to see what was going on, but the grave was smoothed away silently. I urge God to cheer up and look down on the lonely grave... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.