The mechanism in her mouth was forcibly broken off, her teeth were broken quietly, she couldn't help but loosen her teeth, and the dagger fell out of her hand. Yu Lanchuan's baton quickly swept across the numbness in her arms, and the person behind her covering her mouth looked away from her at the same time.

His knees, taking advantage of his height, pressed Qi Qi to the ground.

Quietly doing Qinggong is good just because you have less meat and lighter bones, and you are endowed with unique talents. At the age of seventeen or eighteen, your flesh and bones have not yet fully grown, so you are not considered a real adult. The little kung fu you practiced with your mother when you were a child can only scare unarmed ordinary people.

people.

She neither has the Hanjiang Seven Techniques, which she has mastered for fifteen years, nor the Chef Ding Jie Niu, who can break through three inches and then stand up.

She doesn't even have brute strength.

However, she was forced to kneel on one knee, but she was still struggling violently, and her throat let out a vibrating roar that did not sound like a human voice, like a deer on the grassland whose neck was grabbed by a beast.

Is "I only have one son" the reason?

That was the murderer. So many young, old, women and children lost their lives in his hands, so many people died because of his family ruins, and the resentful spirits are still lingering at the bottom of the lake!

"Are you crazy? Calm down!"

"Quietly, hush - listen to me - what did I say to you, you are only seventeen years old..."

"What, I have a pair of handcuffs here."

Quietly, there was a lot of noise around her, some were scolding, and others were trying to wake her up with gentle voices. They were holding her down like they were catching a dangerous wild animal, thinking they were protecting her.

"But I'm not crazy." The girl thought as her long hair fell down and seemed to float all over the world, blurring her vision.

If the respected old gang leader Yang had not turned a blind eye to the truth thirty-six years ago for the sake of so-called 'face', her uncle and grandfather would not have died, and her parents would have been taken care of by their relatives and grew up in Yanning.

In my childhood, there were no narrow roads in the countryside or the unforgettable hatred in the darkened hut.

If he had not protected Yang Ping when he received the conclusive evidence eighteen years ago, this old unsolved case would have been settled long ago. Her father would not have spent the first half of his life on revenge, and would not have died in the flour mill with his body intact.

He said yes, he wanted to go home and live a good life.

They always keep talking about "You are only seventeen years old", as if she is living a life of blessings at the age of seventeen and has a promising future.

But she is not anxiously choosing a professional college entrance examination candidate. There are no roads in front of her. The hometown where she grew up has long lost her relatives and old friends. Living in Yanning, she only has a corner above a pet shop to live. Domestic cats can live for more than ten years.

At one or two years old, cats are still energetic young cats, but for those stray cats sleeping in cardboard boxes, one or two years old may be the upper limit of their lives.

Can she be dismissed with just "I can't do it, I'm sorry"?

Why!

Lao Yang took a step forward and said softly: "Girl, I am already dead. Maybe one day, the King of Hell will leave without calling me, but you are still young!"

Quietly, his fingers dug hard into the grass.

Yes, he was already dead, but why could he die?

At this moment, someone tapped her on the back of her neck. Quietly, her vision went dark, and she finally lowered her head and stopped moving.

Gan Qing breathed a sigh of relief, took out his bloody finger, wiped it on his body, staggered half a step, sat on the wet mud in the park, pinched the small mechanism, looked at it, and threw it to Yu Yan who ran over:

"Be careful, there are needles inside."

Yu Yan said "Hey": "Teacher Mengmeng, your..."

Before he finished saying "hand", he was shocked to see Yu Lanchuan kneeling on the ground, holding her injured hand. He checked it nervously and found that it was just a flesh injury. Then he took out a tissue from his pocket and carefully

Wiping his nose, he sarcastically said: "The Kung Fu of your sect is called 'Pao Ding Jie Niu'. Can we change it to 'Injury of ten thousand to the enemy and eight thousand to one's own self to steal the eyes'?"

Gan Qing hissed softly, and Yu Lanchuan, who was mumbling fiercely, immediately relaxed his movements and frowned, as carefully as if he was repairing cultural relics in the Forbidden City.

Yu Yan touched his nose and did not move forward. He turned to look at the two old people on the edge of the artificial lake - Lao Yang and Zhang Meizhen, one meter apart. Lao Yang held a plastic crutch with his hands and lowered his head quietly.

Even if it is more serious, he shielded the criminals. Eighteen years have passed and the statute of limitations has long expired.

And human language is so scarce, he seems to have nothing to say except "I'm sorry."

"Let's go, I'll call a car." Yu Yan grabbed a handful of his short hair anxiously, "Everyone, if we have anything to say, go back and say it, don't sit here anymore."

The chaotic weekend finally passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was another working day that was even more chaotic.

Yu Lanchuan has an observation, not sure if it's true or not - the morning rush hour every Monday is the most congested time, and he sometimes wonders if some units only operate one day a week.

The grievances and resentments that vaguely enveloped No. 110 Courtyard were suddenly dispersed by the irritating car horns. Everyone was rushing to catch the bus, and those taking the subway took the subway. The entrances to the primary school and kindergarten on the east and west gates looked like after the rain.

From the pond, the noise of 10,000 toads could be heard, and there was a long queue of one kilometer in front of the pancake stall regardless of rain or shine.

"Give me your mobile phone." Yu Lanchuan knocked on Gan Qing's door early in the morning and shared the location of their mobile phones.

Gan Qing swallowed a mouthful of soy milk and asked vaguely: "What?"

"Look where you are, waiting for takeout at noon." Yu Lanchuan said quickly, "Don't touch the water. If you have a wound, don't go to Lao Meng's roadside stall where he eats gutter oil. I'm leaving!"

Yu Lanchuan's words fell to the ground, and he had already slipped ten meters away - his former immediate boss has retired from illness, and the department is currently held part-time by the vice president in charge of other departments. The main work is managed by Yu Lanchuan, which does not affect the company's normal operations and also

It can save management costs. Yu Lanchuan didn't respond at first, and took over when something happened. He didn't push for extra work. He was prepared to "usurp the position" at the critical moment. At the same time, he hooked up with several headhunters and was prepared to change jobs if the usurpation failed. He planned to

Pay off the loan within five or six years, and try to achieve financial freedom before you are old and young, because you have secretly added the incompetent person next door to your future plans.

Gan Qing's guy was obviously not made for living. A person without long-term thinking would be like his parents. Sooner or later he would face immediate worries about food, rice, oil and salt. He didn't want to tie the wild horse at home, so he could only find ways to earn a piece of grassland.

Otherwise, how could you dare to say "Leave it all to me" without any shame?

Before Gan Qing had time to speak, he had disappeared.

Gan Qing: "...Boss Meng heard this and had to scratch you."

She leaned thoughtfully against the door and slowly stuffed the remaining few buns into her mouth. Strangely enough, she had "encountered" Yu Lanchuan every morning before, but she had never taken it to heart.

For the first time, I felt the busyness of the urban elite from his back. As soon as he left the house, Yu Lanchuan had already made a phone call in the elevator room. He seemed to be instructing his subordinates to prepare some materials. He spoke quickly, with concise words and punctuation marks.

Save time, just be chased by time and work and be transported downstairs by the elevator, leaving only the lingering sound of soft-soled leather shoes hitting the ground.

It seems that no matter what the nonsense is, it doesn't take up much of his memory. He always has his own rules. Although he is sometimes tired, has headaches, and has a look of indifference, he always seems to have a calm vitality——

Know what you should do and what you can do.

Faced with anything, his eyes never dodge, including the future.

Liu Zhongqi came out of the next door yawning and looked at her strangely: "What are you looking at here?"

Gan Qing: "Wangchen."

Liu Zhongqi was convinced. This great liar who never forgets to practice pretending to be a ghost in his spare time will definitely become a famous goddess in the future.

Gan Qing smiled at him, turned around and went home.

Zhang Meizhen had been smoking all night in her room. When she opened the door, white smoke billowed out, like a special effect on Nantianmen. She stared blankly at the breakfast left for her by Gan Qing on the dining table. She saw that her tenant was dressed as usual.

Neat and ready to go to work.

The difference is that she holds an English-Chinese dictionary under her scarred arm.

As thick as a brick - a brick to knock on the door.

Zhang Meizhen's eyes fell on the dictionary. The moment Gan Qing stepped over the threshold, she suddenly said: "What happened more than thirty years ago should have been settled long ago."

Gan Qing was stunned and looked back at her.

"Old Yang pretended to be confused, but I, as for me, pride myself on being noble. I thought I was sad and hurtful, and I was wronged more than anyone else. I didn't want to take responsibility at all, so I simply walked away, leaving the North Helmsman in the hands of someone like Wang Jiusheng.
Chapter completed!