C59 That kind of winter

On the way, I pedaled on my old bicycle with all my might. Qing Er and I had saved up three months' worth of food expenses and a second-hand bike we bought with pocket money during our sophomore year. I don't know how many red lights I ran past, and I didn't hear any traffic policemen scolding me. My mind was blank, my mind was numb, and there was only one thought in my mind: Quick