On the way to the museum, Han Qiwu, riding his pony, was feeling completely refreshed.
Seeing a swallow fly across the sky, he even imagined the scene of a horse stepping on a bird in flight.
Getting carried away again.
"Clop clop clop."
The pony, as if understanding his thoughts, occasionally leaped onto nearby dirt mounds and sped up for a few hundred meters at a time.
It couldn't be more exhilarating!
Just as the man-and-horse duo passed through the northwest corner of the small town, the roar of motorcycles sounded nearby.
"Vroom vroom vroom."
Han Qiwu wondered which kid was making such a racket riding a motorcycle.
Turning his head to look.
Oh, he was wrong.
The motorcyclist was Aunt Hong Mei.
Spotting Han Qiwu turning back, Aunt Hong Mei cranked the throttle and caught up with him, hollering cheerfully, "Xiao Han, where'd you get that little pony? It's so striking!"
"A friend gave it to me, it's an overseas breed," Han Qiwu replied with a grin.
