"This is Wanwan's mother's motorcycle, it was super popular back then. She even carried Wanwan on it and nearly crashed. After that, she never rode it again."
Tang Wan pursed her lips; she couldn't remember any of this.
"Xiaosi, this motorcycle is of really good quality. Look at the leather on the back seat, it still shines when wiped."
"You definitely can't buy this in the market anymore."
...
Jiang Chengsi's lips twitched, he really didn't want to ride this motorcycle, but the old man had someone push it out the next day, cleaned it and refueled, and the motorcycle was indeed still rideable, all spruced up for him.
Even a helmet was arranged for him.
He felt it was all too much fuss for him, so he made sure everything was in order for him.
Jiang Chengsi never cared about other people's stares.
