There was a very pretentious saying in the later generations,"I remember the running under the sunset that day, that was my lost youth."
Li Xiong felt that perhaps years later, when he recalled this day again, he would sigh with emotion: That day, we were pulled by a three-wheeled motorcycle, and the motorcycle ran under the sunset. It was the youth that the three of us had lost.
The three-wheeled motorcycle was loaded with goods, and because it happened to be empty when they passed by, Li Xiong stopped them. He paid all the money in the three people's pockets and then took them back to Shanghai.
Li Wuxiang and Tong Xuanzi were dead, sleeping soundly in the " tu tu tu " engine. Their legs were not really broken, but they were swollen and as thick as pig trotters.
