"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Family members! Let a family member follow the car! Does the old man have a history of drug allergies? Does he have any chronic diseases?"

"I... didn't." Yang Yifan knelt on the ground, the noise in her ears was so loud that her brain was almost frozen. She had just done CPR based on instinct, and she didn't know if she was doing it right. Her hands and feet were shaking now.

It was so awesome that I couldn't stand up.

A pale hand stretched out and grasped her elbow. The skin on that hand was loose, the fingertips were still stained, and the nails almost penetrated into her flesh through the thick winter coat.

Zhang Meizhen lifted her up from the ground: "Get up."

"Wait a minute," an old beggar man dressed in clean clothes stood up to stop him. This man's voice was extremely loud, and he opened his mouth like a gong. It seemed that the small courtyard of One Hundred and One could not tolerate such a loud volume, and he shouted back.

"Daughter, should you give me the dog beating stick first?"

Zhang Meizhen snorted coldly: "Tian Zhanpeng, don't you think you are embarrassed?"

"It's not me who is embarrassed, who knows who it is!"

The paramedic in the ambulance turned around and shouted: "What on earth do you have to say now?"

"Let people pass first!"

"Dog beating stick..."

"unworthy……"

"Dog-beating stick!"

"Holy object...dog beating stick..."

Yang Yifan was so noisy that he had a splitting headache. At this moment, Zhang Meizhen hung a small plastic bag around Yang Yifan's neck like a key to a primary school student. Before she could see what was in the bag, she put her hand behind her back.

Pushing back: "Go quickly."

Tian Zhanpeng is one of the four nine-bag elders of the Beggar Clan. He wears a smooth leather coat with a symbolic "patch" of linen on his chest. If you look closely, you can see that he has not bothered to sew it directly on. It is fastened with a pin.

of!

In the dark, the old man looked like a ball of donkey dung with leaves stuck on it. Seeing that Yang Yifan was ignoring him, he stretched out his hand to stop him.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly roared over. Tian Zhanpeng subconsciously retracted his hand. The thing fell to the ground, grazing his hand and hitting the stone bricks with a crisp sound of gold and stone. Zhang Meizhen's hand suddenly lit up.

A nine-section whip came out!

The nine-section whip was so long that it swung away a large group of Beggar Clan disciples gathered together like a poisonous snake.

No one expected that the old lady would take action immediately after a disagreement. The people who were almost whipped were all shocked and the noisy crowd suddenly became quiet.

Yang Yifan finally got away. As soon as she jumped into the ambulance, the car ran out with a "chirp".

The sound of wind, yelling, discussion, medical equipment... and the repeatedly mentioned "dog beating stick" lingered around her ears.

Yang Yifan supported his knees with his elbows, covered his ears with his hands, and rubbed the long hair hanging down from his temples upwards.

An emergency worker said to her: "If a person in his forties or fifties has symptoms such as numbness in the chest and back, arm pain, stomach pain, etc., he must be extra careful, let alone someone so old! When the old man says he is not feeling well, his family members

Didn’t you notice?”

Yang Yifan raised his head blankly.

He didn't say that.

She didn't have time to listen either.

She has so many things to worry about - crisis public relations, dealing with the police, she has a company to support, and she has to prevent competitors from getting into trouble. The brands she cooperates with are waiting for her explanation... Grandpa doesn't understand anything.

The most common thing I said to her was always "You're almost done", as if she had done something bad that needed to be reined in.

What does "almost" mean?

Every year major brands compete to launch new products, and the fashion wave rolls up white foam over and over again. The beautiful products they create are like fleeting flowers, born in the carnival, and then become outdated non-stop.

The noises made by people are like the wind blowing through the waves of wheat, one wave after another. Every road is narrow at the end. Countless people squeeze up, and countless people fall down. Tearful cries often come from all directions.

When you are in it, you feel a sense of danger being ambushed from all sides, as if there are dead ends everywhere.

And the times are like a volcano that is ready to move, ready to burn the road ahead into a cliff at any time. No one has a guide to safely pass the level. They can only repeatedly warn the people around them, "You have to become a better version of yourself, so that you can cope with the changes by staying the same."

- This is equivalent to nonsense, because the definition of "good" is so broad and unclear, and the devil knows what "a better self" means.

Therefore, we can only concoct phantoms again and again. Glossy skin is "good", exquisite and luxurious things are of course "good", and reading more than 100 books every year is not worthy of being called "good". Poetry and distant places are the advanced "good"... and then...

"Good things", big and small, are thrown in all directions for people to chase, causing a commotion everywhere.

Everyone is running, who dares to stop, who dares to "almost"?

Yang Yifan suddenly felt unusually quiet. After thinking for a while, she realized that her cell phone was not on her body. It might have been lost during the conflict, or it might have been accidentally left somewhere during the chaos of the war.

Unaccustomed to it, she touched her body and couldn't find her cell phone, but she noticed the small plastic bag Zhang Meizhen hung around her neck.

When I opened it, I saw a roll of cash inside.

By the way, she came out in a hurry and didn't even bring her wallet.

The ear-splitting noise was far away. She held the roll of banknotes and stayed with an old man whose life or death was uncertain.

The night in Yanning finally became empty.

But the protagonist left the scene, but the one hundred and one courtyard did not calm down.

Tian Zhanpeng pointed at Zhang Meizhen angrily and said, "Why are you, an old witch from the Beggar Clan, interfering with our Beggar Clan's affairs?"

Zhang Meizhen mentioned the nine-section whip: "I am happy."

"Elder Tian, ​​stop talking nonsense to her, dog-beating stick!"

Tian Zhanpeng snorted, turned around and said to his followers: "Since the death of the old gang leader, the old gang leader has been deceived by them again. This courtyard has been filled with smoke and evil, and all kinds of monsters and ghosts have gotten in. The sacred objects of our gang must not be left here.

.Since the old gang leader is powerless, we should take care of the dog-beating stick!"

After he said a word, countless people praised him.

Tian Zhanpeng raised his arms and shouted: "Go up to the sixth floor, let's go get the dog beating stick!"

Without waiting for his followers to cheer, Zhang Meizhen pulled the nine-section whip with both hands: "Dare you?"

Tian Zhanpeng sneered: "At this age, I wanted to save some face for you, but you don't want it yourself! When you were young, you were full of tricks. You tried to catch up with others, but no one wanted them, so you went to hook up with others, and you slept in a dirty smelly place.

It's enough to turn into an old widow in old age and still pester our old gang leader."

Zhang Meizhen smiled nonchalantly: "'Dirty and smelly'? Hey, you unfilial son, what do you think of your father? Say something nice. If you burn paper on Qingming Festival, my mother will sue you if you don't tell him."

Tian Zhanpeng: "You are looking for death!"

He pulled out an iron rod from nowhere and swung it towards Zhang Meizhen. There was a sudden "ding" sound, and the wooden chessboard under the tree was swept aside by the nine-section whip and actually cracked on the spot. Both of them were

He was still in his seventies, but when he started to attack, it turned out to be flying sand and rocks. The onlookers who had nothing to do with the matter were stunned and didn't know whether to call the police.

The other three elders of the Beggar Clan watched with their hands tied, not wanting to help at all, for fear that others would say that they were bullying the younger ones. Elder Zhao, a cunning old man, raised his voice and said to Elder Tian: "Brother, I'll leave it to you.

You've done the cooking, let's go get the dog-beating stick."

The iron rod in Tian Zhanpeng's hand was entangled with the nine-section whip, and he almost lost his grip. After hearing this, he became angry and became a gourd on the spot. He shouted loudly, his veins jumped, he gripped the iron rod tightly, and thrust his foot towards Zhang Meizhen's face.

abdomen.

Zhang Meizhen straightened her nine-section whip to block his kick, and staggered back two steps: "Do you still dare to break into a private house?"

Elder Zhao said kindly: "Don't dare, don't dare, we just bought the dog beating stick and left. We absolutely don't dare to touch anything in the gang leader's house - you guys, go find some plastic bags to use as shoe covers, don't step on them."

It covered the floor of the old gang leader’s house.”

Zhang Meizhen: "Stop!"

Tian Zhanpeng: "Just stop!"

When Zhang Meizhen turned around, he swung the stick towards her back.

At this moment, a long object was inserted horizontally, and the iron rod bounced away with a "bang". Tian Zhanpeng was stunned and his face was dusted. He said "bah bah" twice and took a closer look.

, that turned out to be a long broom.

Yu Lanchuan poked the broom he picked up from the reception room at the door to the ground, swept it twice in a civilized manner, and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt: "Intentional injury, have you thought about it? At your age, a fixed-term prison sentence can be quite long.

So he was imprisoned for life."

Tian Zhanpeng: "What are you..."

Elder Zhao was stunned: "Are you... Mr. Xiao Yu?"

"Well," Yu Lanchuan nodded, "I met you once during a meeting in the fall and chatted with you a few times. Uncle Zhao, are you in good health?"

"Toefl." Elder Zhao smiled and didn't take the young man seriously. "I will have tea with Master Xiao Yu another day. Today, our Beggar Gang has some internal affairs, so we won't bother you. I'm sorry to the neighbors for making such a big fuss.

, we went up and asked for a dog-beating stick and left."

Yu Lanchuan raised his eyebrows strangely: "Gang Gang, if you want to give you the dog-beating stick, do you still have to go upstairs and get it yourself?"

Elder Zhao said: "The dog-beating stick is originally a thing of our Beggar Clan. Gang Leader Yang is in the hospital now and cannot come out to take charge of the affairs for a while. Of course, we will take care of the dog-beating stick."

"Oh, it belongs to the Beggar Clan." Yu Lanchuan nodded and said casually, "When did the Beggar Clan register and become a legal person?"

Elder Zhao's eyes twitched.

Yu Lanchuan: "Otherwise... you also signed a contract regarding the ownership of the dog beating stick?"
To be continued...