Meng Yan's Transformation

Chapter 578 Returning like an arrow

"Mommy and Yingying are back! That's great! Let's go home!"

As Zhan Mengyan spoke, her face flushed, her breathing became rapid, her hands clenched into fists, and a bright smile graced her face. She couldn't help but jump up and down on the spot.

"Brother Zixun, let me carry you first."

As Zhan Mengyan spoke, she snatched the bicycle from Zhan Zixun's hand and leaped onto it.

"Look at you, so capable! You said you weren't going home, but as soon as you heard your mother was back, you couldn't wait to come home. You're really eager to go back."

As Zhan Zixun spoke, he sat on the back of Zhan Mengyan's bicycle.

"Zhan Zixun, she told you to sit, and you actually did? Why don't you sit on my bicycle? How can you let a girl carry you?"

As Zhang Xincheng spoke, he looked at Zhan Zixun reproachfully.

"It's okay. Zhan Mengyan is excited right now. Let her carry me for a while and let her release her excitement. When she's tired, I'll ride your bicycle."

While speaking, Zhan Zixun sat leisurely on the back of the bicycle, looking quite relaxed and enjoying himself.

"Sigh... You really shouldn't be such a bad older brother..."

As Zhang Xincheng spoke, he sighed and shook his head.

"I'm selling my brother, one cent a pound..."

Zhan Mengyan shouted as she pedaled the bicycle with all her might.

"Look at that! How much energy they're putting in!"

As Zhan Zixun spoke, he looked smugly at Zhang Xincheng.

Two bicycles rode along the country road toward home. The sound of wheels rolling over gravel mingled with the chirping of birds leaving their nests, creating a prelude to the dawn.

Zhan Mengyan was in the lead, her dark blue coat billowing in the wind. She held the handlebars with one hand and waved the other behind her. On the back seat, Zhan Zixun's off-key singing escaped his throat. Zhang Xincheng would sometimes lean forward to speed up and catch up, and sometimes look up at Zhan Mengyan. Before long, Zhan Mengyan began to fall behind, her knees almost touching the handlebars, but she kept biting her lip and refused to complain of being tired.

Two bicycles traced flowing curves on the asphalt road, like the ever-changing formations of migratory birds.

As they crossed an arched bridge, the slope suddenly increased. Zhan Zixun and Zhang Xincheng both jumped out of the car, and Zhan Mengyan followed suit.

Zhan Mengyan sat on the back seat of the bicycle, and Zhan Zixun took over riding the bicycle.

The tires made a soft, rustling sound as they rubbed against the road surface, much like silkworms eating leaves.

When they finally reached the top of the bridge, the entire field stretched out before them. Zhang Xincheng suddenly let go of his hands and stood on the footboard. The wind filled his clothes, making them whistle, and startled dozens of sparrows that suddenly flew up from the edge of the field.

As they went downhill, the three of them let their bicycles glide along the slope, the morning breeze carrying the scent of cooking smoke past their noses, mixed with the fresh fragrance of the fields and soil.

The outlines of the village houses in the distance became clearer and clearer, and wisps of smoke rose from the village, carrying the aroma of home.

Zhan Zixun suddenly sped up to chase after them, his bicycle bell jingling: "Let's see who gets to the village entrance first!"

Zhang Xincheng laughed and sped up, his tires kicking up fine dust on the gravel road.

Zhan Zixun, not to be outdone, slammed on the pedal, but due to excessive force, he and the car veered off course to the side of the road. Zhang Xincheng, who had just braked, grabbed the back of the car.

When the three arrived at the village entrance, Zhang Xincheng turned towards the road leading to his own home and waved goodbye to the brother and sister.

When the old house of the Zhan family compound came into view, Zhan Zixun made the bicycle bell ring exceptionally loud.

The crisp sound of the bell startled the cat in the house. It meowed and ran out of the house, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Zhan Zixun leaned his bicycle against the mottled brick wall and took out the unfinished test paper from the frame.