It is a very clean and refreshing smell. Only a man who neither smokes nor drinks, lives an extremely disciplined life, and is lucky enough to be alone in the rolling mudslides can still carry this morning breeze-like smell long after he reaches adulthood.

For a moment, it made people feel ashamed.

Gan Qing was stunned. It wasn't until the melted butter fell on her fingers that she twitched slightly as if she was waking up from a dream.

In the quiet alley, the boy holding the chocolate ice cream had already run away, and he could faintly hear the ridiculous song from his mouth. The hooligans at the barbecue stall were frightened by the sister with "three swords and six holes" and ran away.

Now, there is only the afterglow, only overlapping shadows.

Even the wind stopped.

Yu Lanchuan was like a traveler who had finally arrived at the land of his dreams. He planted a flag on the top of the mountain, took a half-step back with satisfaction and exhaustion, and looked into Gan Qing's eyes.

Gan Qing's central nervous system was temporarily shut down, and the muscles of his limbs were at a loss as to what to do. He had to rely on "inertia" to finish what he had not had time to do before - stuffing the ice cream dripping with cream into his mouth.

The rich buttery aroma rushed into her tongue, mixed with the mint flavor that was both ice and fire. One side was sweet and the other side was bitter.

The night wind suddenly picked up again, blowing the smoke from the barbecue stalls in the dirty alley. A naughty kid from nowhere was playing with a bicycle nearby. The hoarse bell kept ringing. Yu Lanchuan's soles rubbed against the curb twice, and a strand of hair

The breeze blew between her beautiful eyebrows... This excessive amount of information almost overwhelmed Gan Qing's senses. By the time she had sorted out her five senses, she had already finished half of the ice cream.

Yu Lanchuan gently ground his back molars: "Excuse me, can you give me some advice on how I should understand your reaction?"

Gan Qing thoughtfully took a bite of the egg skin, which was still very crispy.

The corners of Yu Lanchuan's eyes began to twitch: "Are you a little confused..."

"Let me compare," Gan Qing sipped the cream on the corner of his mouth, "Which one of you is sweeter?"

The soul of her facial features is in her eyes. The lower half of her face is very low-key, and her lip line is thin and sharp. It often lacks blood color. Only when she encounters cold or hot food, will a little blush appear from the middle, just this little blush.

Driving Yu Lanchuan's gaze away, he moved his throat slightly and asked in a hoarse voice: "Have you come up with the results?"

Gan Qing seemed to want to say something, but half-thought, she swallowed it back. In silence, she ate the remaining ice cream and smiled, then turned around and walked towards the noodle shop, her eyes turning faster than her body.

Slowly and firmly, he hooked Yu Lanchuan's neck and led him away.

"I just said it casually, why do I really believe it? This is a bit heartless." Gan Qing thought, "How can I compare you with it? This thing only costs five yuan."

She went back and asked the boss to pack the remaining sesame seed cakes, but the boss refused and had to give her a dozen more.

Gan Qing said: "Don't worry, how can anyone walk around without eating?"

"Take it, it's fate that you are here." The boss said, "Just eat enough, so you don't have to worry about having nowhere to eat later."

Gan Qing couldn't refuse, so he had to hang the packing bag on Yu Lanchuan's hand and quietly put the meal money under the cup. When they came out, they met two overtime workers carrying paint buckets on the street next to them.

Write the word "dismantle" on it, and I will write it all the way down soon.

Gan Qing stopped and looked at it for a moment, then pinched a sesame seed cake from the bag and stretched out his hand towards Yu Lanchuan: "Give me that letter."

Yu Lanchuan hesitated: "Do you still want to read it?"

"I haven't finished reading." Gan Qing held the sesame seed cake in one hand, catching the fallen sesame seeds in his palm, and walked backwards, "I don't understand clearly, how can I end this matter completely?"

She wants to uncover all the past grudges, even if they have been tied up with her own hands and thrown into the frying pan.

The oil pot was already boiling, but she still had to reach in and fish it out, because all the old friends who were good to her and sorry for her were gone. How could Wan Muchun dare to live in pieces like this when she was alone?

And Yu Lanchuan, who has the wealth and beauty in the world, doesn't want it. He has to waste his prime years in her 250 years. After so many years of risk control, he must have gone to the dog's belly. How can she let him lose all his money?

For a moment, Yu Lanchuan suddenly felt that Gan Qing, who was retreating against the light, overlapped with the figure from many years ago.

Stepping on the wind, it looks like a strong burning cloud.

Yan Hao swept the fur on the ground clean and looked up at Qiu Qi. She was wearing a mask and seemed to have only one pair of eyes on her face. The puppy, which had just been perfectly groomed, lay obediently in front of her, humming and coquettishly.

, it is a picture of peaceful times.

Yan Hao thought: The bad guys are all dead and Yang Ping is in jail. Things will be fine from now on.

Quietly sensing his gaze, Yan Hao raised her head and glanced at him. Yan Hao smiled silly at her, ran to the next door diligently, brought a bag of newly bought cans, put them down, and quietly wrote in his notebook: "I will continue to go to school in the future.

Well, how about being a pet doctor?"

She tilted her head quietly and looked at him.

"I have money," Yan Hao wrote one stroke after another, "I can pay for your tuition."

Qing Qing's eyes flickered for a moment, and she seemed to be smiling. She took the pen and said, "Brother, don't be such a good person. Good people suffer and are easily bullied."

Yan Hao didn't take it seriously and touched the puppy's smooth back. He smiled and said goodbye quietly and left.

Quietly watching his back, the sparkling smile in her eyes gradually disappeared. She glanced through the glass window in the direction of No. 110 Yard in a dark way, clenching her hands into fists.

The puppy, which was wagging its tail just now, jumped off the high platform with a "whin" and hid in the corner.

Zhang Meizhen was with old gang leader Yang in the hospital, and there was no one else at Gan Qing's home.

Yu Lanchuan found a piece of white paper in eight pages: "The people who kidnapped the family of the elder of the Beggar Clan were members of the Xingjiao Clan, but Wei Huan and Zhu Cong did not go to them first because Elder Zhu had taken revenge and was arrested and sentenced.

Those few disciples who were working with them were not the main culprits. Moreover, they were also in jail, so the two were cleared. At first, they were tracking the person who set fire to the house and was acquitted. But in

During this process, I discovered something was wrong.”

Gan Qing spread out Wei Huan's letter paper one by one: "Well, they took it for granted at first that the kidnappers and those who instigated me... they were the same group of people who set the fire. But when one person was desperate and begged for mercy,

, and said something very suspicious, he said, 'You people want to harm your own people, why do you want to involve me? I just owe some money.'"

When Yu Lanchuan heard this, he put down his pen and said, "Actually, I have always found two things very strange."

Gan Qing looked at him.

"First, even if the elders were not at home at that time, and there were only old, weak, women and children at home, even if none of these people could fight, it would still be too late to call for help? Some victims had four or five people in their homes.

How can we control so many people silently in an instant?"

There are indeed such scenes in foreign movies, but firstly, the gangster must have at least a gun in his hand, and secondly, the victim must live in a remote enough place, far away from the neighbors, so that the victim cannot call for help in time.

But that was not the case in Yanning in the early 1980s. At that time, many families lived in small bungalows. How many families were crowded into a small narrow alley, and there was no privacy for each other. Whichever couple quarreled louder, there might be someone next to them.

There were nosy neighbors advising through the wall that if a gangster suddenly broke in and a startled child screamed, the lights would be turned on in the surrounding areas.

"Secondly, she whispered that her uncle who committed suicide was innocent - he was tricked by Yang Ping into reporting the incident, so as to clear himself of suspicion when the incident happened. Don't you think this brain circuit is very strange? The informant and the victim

Does having a good relationship and a good character mean that he is innocent? Besides, even if the reporter is innocent, there is no necessary connection with 'Yang Ping is innocent', right? The beggars can't stop being logical just because their ancestors' main occupation was begging."

Gan Qing said: "But her uncle, the messenger, is dead. Since her mother was sent to her hometown in the countryside together, it means that Elder Zhu did not doubt the messenger."

"I think the relationship between the two families is more than 'no suspicion.'" Yu Lanchuan said, "You think, if a friend is used by others and kills your whole family, even if this person is completely unaware and commits suicide to apologize,

Do you have no grudges at all? Even if Elder Zhu is very kind-hearted and can't bear to see a lonely little girl with no one to take care of him, then he can just find someone to adopt him in Yanning. Why should he put her with his only remaining seedling?

?Isn’t this too weird?”

Gan Qing was stunned for a moment, then raised his head suddenly.

"Those who can support each other," Yu Lanchuan said word for word, "are either life-and-death friends, or they are complicit."

Gang leader Lao Yang and Zhang Meizhen were dazzled by love and felt that all conflicts could be turned into jade and silk. However, not only the Xingjiao Gang and Yang Ping were dissatisfied, Elder Zhu and his group were also fiercely opposed to the "marriage" between the Beggars Gang and the Xingjiao Gang.

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But Yang Qing, the old gang leader, was one of the Five Ultimates before liberation. He has been an old gang leader for many years and has dominated the gang. He has made up his mind to become a "faint king". No matter how much the elders object, there is no room for comment... So, how can we do it?

What if this matter becomes dirty?

Gan Qing tapped the edge of the table with his fingers: "Lao Gang Leader Yang is still holding a dog-beating stick when he is over ninety years old. If he does not fall, the people below him will not dare to move. More than thirty years ago, he was in his early fifties and was at the peak of his power.

At that time, Elder Zhu publicly caused trouble in a martial arts conference and ruined the gang leader's face, which is not something an 'elder' can do."

"They first deliberately provoked conflicts. They gathered people together at night to drink and drown their sorrows. They discussed with a few friends and took the family to another place to rest for a night. They directed and staged a 'kidnapping' to force Mr. Yang's palace."

Yu Lanchuan said, "Elder Zhu and others, the messenger, the kidnappers, the kidnapped victim, Yang Ping - they were all knowing accomplices from the beginning. This is the only explanation I can think of."

At this moment, the landline at home suddenly rang, interrupting their goosebump-inducing speculation.

Gan Qing picked up the receiver and said, "Hello?"

"I haven't slept, have I?" Zhang Meizhen said, "I don't know what happened. A large number of seriously ill patients were suddenly sent to the hospital. The wards are not enough, and the corridors are full of people. It's noisy. Lao Yang has almost recovered.
Chapter completed!