After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

Hearing the busy tone from his phone, Jiang Ye snorted indifferently.

He tossed his phone aside, took a change of clothes from his bag, and went into the bathroom.

He turned on the shower, and warm water poured down, washing over his tired body.

A layer of white steam quickly filled the bathroom.

Under the influence of the hot water, Jiang Ye's tense muscles gradually relaxed.

But for some reason, Xia Yu's furious voice on the phone just now kept popping into my head.

Then, the scene changes.

That night, on the sofa in the Donghu Apartment, Xia Yu's flawless body was on display.

Her slender waist, her long and straight legs, and the way she tried so hard to suppress her soft, delicate cries when she was beneath him.

Jiang Ye suddenly realized that his body was filled with a strong desire for Xia Yu's body.

It has to be said, that woman was simply a stunning beauty that could drive anyone mad with just one glance.

Ruthless in the business world, yet possessing a fatal attraction in bed.

Jiang Ye leaned against the bathroom tiles, letting the hot water wash over his face.

In his heart, he actually felt a slight longing for Xia Yu's body.

She canceled her social engagements tonight and went to his apartment specifically to see him, probably to make up for standing him up last night.

Jiang Ye suddenly felt a little guilty.

I think I was a bit too heartless on the phone just now. She's a girl, after all, and she went there late at night only to find no one there. I even said something hurtful to her. I feel like I shouldn't have said that.

but.

This feeling of guilt lingered in Jiang Ye's mind for less than half a minute.

When he turned off the shower, dried himself off, and walked out of the bathroom, he saw the heavy cycling jersey lying on the sofa and the BMW car keys on the table.

That trace of guilt vanished in an instant.

"Fuck it."

Jiang Ye shook the water droplets off his hair, a smug smile playing on his lips.

woman?

No woman smells as good as a motorcycle!

A woman might throw a tantrum, break her promises, and use all sorts of rules and agreements to control you.

But motorcycles don't.

Once you fill it up, it will moan for you between your legs and take you anywhere you want to go without reservation.

Jiang Ye walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the unfamiliar city and into the endless night.

Motorcycle has gas, bank card has money, one person, one bike, carefree and unrestrained!

This is the life I want!

. . . .

Jiang Ye had a very comfortable two days at the five-star hotel.

I don't set an alarm clock; I sleep until I naturally wake up every day.

Upon waking, he would call room service to have a hearty breakfast delivered directly to his room. After eating and drinking his fill, he didn't rush to get on his motorcycle and continue his journey. Instead, he changed into casual clothes and wandered aimlessly through this unfamiliar prefecture-level city like an ordinary tourist.

Experience the local life at the local market, enjoy a bowl of authentic local snacks in the old streets and alleys, or simply swim a few laps in the hotel's heated pool and then relax on a lounge chair.

When you're on vacation, there's no need to rush.

Back when he lived in the Shen family, he was like a spinning top, constantly on edge. He was always afraid that he wouldn't cook a meal to Shen Qinghan's liking, or that he wouldn't clean properly and incur Shen Qinghan's disapproving look.

Now, he can finally relax completely.

Strolling around, stopping here and there, it was very pleasant.

This feeling of not having to worry about anyone's opinion and having complete control over time made Jiang Ye feel that even the air he was breathing was sweet.

After spending two comfortable days at the hotel, completely washing away the fatigue he had accumulated, Jiang Ye put his heavy cycling gear back on and checked out.

I hopped into my BMW GS, started the engine, and set off.

He still doesn't have a clear direction.

He turned off the navigation and just followed his intuition, heading south along the national highway.

We'll ride wherever we end up.

.......

Once you leave the city, the buildings along the roads become fewer and fewer, replaced by rolling mountains and lush forests.

The early autumn wind blew in, carrying a hint of coolness, yet it made one's mind incredibly clear.

With the roar of the accelerator, the needle on the speedometer climbed higher and higher.

As Jiang Ye felt the vibrations from the steel behemoth beneath him and listened to the wind whistling outside his helmet, a passage from Che Guevara's "The Motorcycle Diaries" suddenly came to mind.

"The person who wrote these diaries was already dead when he set foot on Argentine soil again. I am no longer myself."

"Dear Mom, Buenos Aires is behind us, and behind us is our miserable life, and those teachers, exams, and sleep-inducing papers. Ahead of us is all of Latin America, and from now on we only trust our motorcycles..."

"The moment I crossed the dividing line, time seemed to stand still. The sorrows of the past were forever left behind in the land, and on this brand new wilderness, I was filled with the exhilaration of my soul."

When Jiang Ye watched this movie before, he only thought it was a pretentious line full of literary flair.

But now, as he actually mounted the motorcycle and rode across the boundless wilderness, he truly understood the weight of those words.

Truly, only a motorcycle can carry one's soul!

When you're speeding through the wind, your brain is filled with the roar of the engine, and your vision is occupied by the ever-receding scenery.

At this moment, you can forget about the mundane details of daily life.

Forget that seven-year-long, unhappy marriage where you were humbled to the point of being insignificant.

Forget Shen Qinghan's perpetually icy face, forget Gu Ziming's provocations, forget all the constraints weighing you down!

"boom--!"

Jiang Ye twisted the accelerator and unleashed his speed on a straight road.

The more he rode, the more he felt that his motorcycle trip had started too late.

If he had had the courage to get on his motorcycle and leave a few years earlier, when he first realized that Shen Qinghan had changed her mind, he wouldn't have lived such a miserable life like a dog these past few years.

However, it's not too late now.

At thirty, life is just beginning.

……

Unbeknownst to him, Jiang Ye had already deviated from the national highway, turned onto a provincial highway that had been in disrepair for many years, and finally followed a dirt road into a desolate wilderness.

The road conditions deteriorated, with potholes and gravel everywhere.

However, the BMW GS's powerful suspension system and all-terrain tires demonstrated its true strength on these unpaved roads.

Jiang Ye stood up and rode, his body rising and falling with the bumps of the bike, enjoying the thrill of conquering the rough road.

After passing through a dense birch forest, the view suddenly opened up.

Jiang Ye suddenly slammed on the brakes.

"squeak--"

The tire left a long trail on the gravel.

Jiang Ye stopped the car, took off his helmet, and looked at the scene before him with some shock.

Before him lay an unnamed blue lake.

The lake water is a pure blue, like a huge, flawless sapphire, quietly set between the mountains and the wilderness.

The lake was perfectly still, as calm as a mirror, reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, and birch trees on the shore.

Most importantly, there's not a single person here!!

There were no noisy tour groups, no vendors selling grilled sausages, and no litter everywhere.

The only sounds were the rustling of leaves in the wind and the occasional clear chirping of birds.

"So beautiful..."

Jiang Ye couldn't help but mutter to himself.