As soon as he finished speaking, the traffic light turned green at the empty intersection.

Yu Lanchuan was afraid that Gan Qing would react, so as soon as the green light came on, he dragged Gan Qing across the road as if in a hurry. He was tall and had long legs, and his walking was carried by the wind, dragging the dumbfounded Gan Qing like a kite.

Yu Lanchuan is a clothes rack. Viewed from the back, his back is neither wide nor narrow, his shoulders are extremely flat, his thin coat without any wrinkles reveals his light body temperature, and the cuffs reveal one edge of his shirt, which is spotless white.

At first glance, it is clear that it was born and grown with care.

Somehow, Gan Qing remembered that late summer night that she had forgotten for many years.

Fifteen years ago was too long ago, and what happened that day was far from thrilling to Gan Qing, and her memory had long been blurred. At this moment, she suddenly grabbed a bit of thread and quickly fell in front of her to take a closer look.

The image of the young boy, who was so confused that only a pair of puppy pants were left, gradually took shape and overlapped with the person in front of him.

At that time, his eyes were bigger than now, and his eyelids were not as thin as a piece of paper. His sharp bones were buried under the baby fat. Because the black eyes were a little bigger than others, his eyes looked particularly calm when he looked at people. He was so hot and sticky.

At night, he was kidnapped by a gang of gangsters and stayed there for a day and a night. He seemed to be as clean and tidy as he is now.

The smell of a landfill that was comparable to a biological and chemical weapon did not rush towards him. He obviously fled with him in a panic, and he was still in the mood to give her the olfactory cells of a popular science dog.

It makes people feel that he is not fussy, but well-founded.

By the way, at that time, he was still talking about one "sister", but when he grew up, he learned to be a man of five and six!

A strand of hair on Gan Qing's temples was blown to her face by the wind, just in time to get her nose stuck. She banged her head twice, but the strand of hair lingered on the bridge of her nose, showing no intention of coming down.

The sweeping made her itchy and wanted to laugh, so she laughed out loud: "Master Xiao Yu, I want to make a report."

Yu Lanchuan: "What?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt Gan Qing's hand move. Yu Lanchuan subconsciously tightened his fingers at first, then realized that it was inappropriate, and quickly wanted to let go, but found that Gan Qing's hand was lifted up, touching the back of his hand.

The protruding finger bones on her upper body rubbed down the strand of hair, and the messy hair flew away, revealing her pair of unremarkable eyes. When hit by the light, the pupils seemed to be divided into more than a thousand layers, and the head could not be seen at a glance. The eyes were looking down from the bottom.

Looking up at him: "To report, use my hand."

Yu Lanchuan: "..."

So devilish!

As he was distracted, he crossed the road unknowingly, and Gan Qing took his hand away. Yu Lanchuan curled his thumb in the palm of his hand, pinched each finger, and began to search frantically in his mind, trying to find a topic to fill the gap between the two of them.

the space between.

"The last question you just asked," he lowered his voice and asked seriously, "what does it mean?"

Gan Qing looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile - Mr. Xiao Yu is a white-collar worker who rarely gets exposed to the sun and wind. His white-collar face is also white. The white-collar face can't hide its color. It's red from the ear to the chin. It's really cute.

.

After laughing, the corner of her mouth paused slightly, and she felt a little at a loss. She was like an ice monster and snow monster that broke into the world from the extreme cold. She was used to emptiness, loneliness, and coldness. When she first encountered human affection, she was hit by the warm wind and felt dizzy.

, I’m under a lot of pressure and I don’t know what to do.

"She quietly mentioned that she lost contact with her father, which was about ten months ago. I saw that her work ID said Gemini. That would be her birthday at the end of May or early June, and she would be eighteen years old by her birthday - that's how it works.

Come on, her father lost contact in the spring of seventeen years ago." Gan Qing said, "I am more sensitive to this time, so I asked a lot."

Yu Lanchuan asked: "What happened in the spring seventeen years ago?"

"It's nothing," Gan Qing said in an understatement. "A small flour mill exploded in a neighboring province. More than a dozen people died. Two of the corpses had three-inch-and-a-half-inch wounds on their necks, so people said it was Wan Muchun who washed his hands."

I drank the water from the golden basin and returned to the world."

Yu Lanchuan paused in his steps: "The mailing address she just mentioned is also there..."

"Well, it's possible. It could also be a coincidence."

Yu Lanchuan's mind raced: "I heard from Lao Han that there was an explosion in the flour mill, and eighteen lives were involved. Most of them were innocent ordinary people, including children. There were traces of Wan Muchun on the dead people. Wei Xiao has been

You won’t come out and explain, so what’s going on?”

"A three-inch-and-a-half minute wound can be regarded as an anti-counterfeiting mark." Gan Qing said slowly, "For example, if you hire me to kill someone..."

Yu Lanchuan: "Am I sick?"

"For example," Gan Qing waved his hand, "Employers generally have to put down a deposit first. In ancient times, it was a deposit in exchange for the final payment. In modern times, no one wants the first payment, so the closing payment requires other tokens to prove the person. I didn't die in an accident, and I didn't pick up other people's leaks - some employers will hire more than one killer for the sake of insurance. The special wound is the anti-counterfeiting mark. This is a unique skill that is difficult for outsiders to imitate. Anyone with this wound is My job. But if no one pays, there is no need for the killer, and he will not show his special mark, understand? After all, people in the world have many eyes, and more things are worse than less things. For things like murder and arson, the more hidden the better. .”

"So you're saying that the flour mill incident was a hired murder?"

"Wei Xiao had changed his name to Wei Changsheng at that time and kept his name anonymous. Even if someone wanted to invite him to come out, no one could find him." Gan Qing said in a very calm and objective tone, "This matter is indeed Wei Huan's.

Damn it. Don't ask me why Wei Xiao took this charge on his behalf. I've told you before. I don't know. Maybe my deviant 'elder brother' is the real root of Wan Muchun. Is he Wei Xiao?

I don’t know who Xiao’s father is, but the old man taught him much more well-intentioned than he taught me.”

Yu Lanchuan frowned: "But why would you associate these two things together? Is it just because of the coincidence of time and place?"

"I can't tell, it's intuitive." Gan Qing paused and raised her head. The trees on both sides of the road were already green, forming a narrow strip of sky. There was a little mist floating in the distance, "Maybe it's because of the walking help."

Let's talk about Wang Jiusheng - Sister Meizhen said that it was because I had a weak hand and a weak mouth, and called Wang Jiusheng a bastard, which angered him and caused trouble, but...it's not that I am excusing myself, I always feel that it is not the case."

Wang Jiusheng is certainly not a good person, but a person who can keep himself clean and flawless, sit down and help the North Helmer for decades, and call the wind and rain, he will not even have this little ambition - there is a threshold for being a big bad guy.

Yes, a person like Yang Ping who is relatively fragile, sensitive and has low self-esteem is generally just qualified to be a wandering little pervert.

The line she wrote back then was purely a child's nature, and it was just a little prank. Even if Wang Jiusheng really encountered Wang Jiusheng's rebellion, would it be necessary for him to confront Wan Muchun directly?

Even if Wei Xiao becomes Wei Changsheng, he is not easy to deal with. He must be very careful and kill with one strike. Otherwise, Wang Jiusheng's family has a great cause and Wan Muchun is pervasive. One is in the light and the other is in the dark. It is obviously Wang Jiusheng.

It was more dangerous. He had been planning for many years and had exhausted all his agencies before taking Wei Xiao's life. If it was just because of a little girl's curse, then this person would be too boring.

"I always feel that there has been something between Wang Jiusheng and Wan Muchun for a long time. The time I saved you, at best, I only exposed Wei Xiao's hiding place." Gan Qing walked slowly in the 110th direction, while looking at him as if

He said thoughtfully, "What you say quietly may not be true. Have you heard that?"

"Especially about her uncle who was the messenger, it's very vague, and it doesn't feel right when you think about it." Yu Lanchuan pushed up his glasses, "It's just that I don't know if it's because she was young and couldn't express clearly what she conveyed to her elders, or if she made it up on purpose.

Liar."

Qing Qing can't speak. Gan Qing can understand a few words in sign language, but Yu Lanchuan knows nothing about it, so she can only communicate with them by writing on paper. She writes slowly, and occasionally she forgets to write and gets stuck, which makes her uncomfortable.

More processing time, making it easier to lie than direct verbal communication.

Yu Lanchuan: "Why does she need to lie to us? Hasn't Yan Hao always had a good relationship with her?"

Gan Qing shook her head, and her voice suddenly changed: "I don't know if you have felt it, but these old guys want to bury the old grudges of the old world in their generation."

Needless to say, Wu Jue's generation was born in troubled times, surrounded by smoke and smoke, and caught up with the era of heroes. They were the last glory of the martial arts world.

Further down, their fathers have caught up with the decades of drastic changes in the times. They have experienced vicissitudes of life, deep valleys and high mountains. Their youth was turbulent, noisy and full of absurdity. During the ups and downs, countless sects disappeared, and the heroic dream came to nothing.

It is depressing and depressing, and some people still hold on to old dreams and still refuse to wake up.

But in their generation, everything has changed. Social rules have been reshaped without waiting for the elderly to adapt. The old guys have been left far behind. They cannot adapt to changes as shamelessly as Wang Jiusheng, and can only rely on hope.

Hope and the younger generation. Clumsily want to pass on the essence of martial arts of "chivalry", "responsibility", "tenacity" and "brothers in the world", and abandon those discords and dross. It is best not to even mention it.

But everything has two sides, so how can anything be completely positive?

It's too wishful thinking.

The result of the old guys hiding it is to leave a lot of problems left over from history for the confused younger generations.

"Wei Xiao...Wei Xiao once wanted me to study medicine. Every year there is a college entrance examination for children there, he would encourage them to apply for medicine. He said in my ears every day that I should learn a skill that is useful to society. I don't know what he is.

What do you think?" Gan Qing laughed, "But in so many years, I have never seen him succeed in persuading him."

"Why?"

"Even if the kids in the back alleys of Nitang go to high school, most of them are from No. 13 Middle School," Gan Qing said lazily. "There is only one word difference between No. 3 Middle School and No. 13 Middle School. They are less than two stops apart. You train the pillars."

, we cultivate the mud under the feet of the pillars, and after the exam, all we receive are admission notices from the brick-laying construction site at the door, what kind of medicine should we study? "

Yu Lanchuan suddenly paused: "Are you from No. 13 Middle School?"

Gan Qing shrugged at him, saying she was not ashamed of her alma mater - she and her alma mater were the same.

Yu Lanchuan's eyes suddenly lit up: "We went to No. 13 Middle School to play basketball, do you remember? The city's youth basketball tournament was only held for one year. In the second year, the principals of several key high schools jointly filed a complaint because it delayed the students.

Studying, and easy to get injured - we were away from home in the finals, in No. 13 Middle School, and the stands of your school were full that day, and I was the point guard."

In fact, he was not only the point guard, but also the captain. With a team of top students, he just snatched the championship from the hooligans under the rubbish foul play of No. 13 Middle School.

That game was so exciting that until I remembered it ten years later, Yu Lanchuan still had to press down the corners of his mouth to maintain his reserve, pretending to mention it by chance, and secretly asked "Am I handsome?"

Wait for Gan Qing to pick it himself.

He also coughed dryly, deliberately put on a nonchalant expression, and said: "The ball was played casually. It seems that I won... Oh, I can't remember clearly. I just remember that there is a good small restaurant near your school. Come and see us."

Have you competed?"

"No," Gan Qing's words extinguished the fire in his eyes, "After all, I am an elegant top student in No. 13 Middle School, and I don't like to join in this kind of fun."

Yu Lanchuan: "..."

Gan Qing liked to see the subtle look on his facial features that suddenly stiffened, and couldn't help but tease him a little more: "But you guys didn't leave faster than finishing the game. You were practicing virtue behind the school, and I almost got blocked and beaten."

I still remember that in the end I jumped over a wall and ran away, and I heard that one of the heroes had his pants ripped off."

"Why are you laughing! What's so funny!" Yu Lanchuan realized that his pretense had been seen through, and veins popped up on his forehead, "You don't like to join in the excitement of basketball games and watch the fights? Has your interest been so interesting since you were a child... No, we

The fight took place in a small, remote restaurant outside the school, how did you know?"

Gan Qing: "..."

The small restaurant is where Wei Xiao works. She was eating in the back kitchen of the small restaurant when a group of sweaty boys suddenly came in and started bragging noisily at the next table. The fuss made her upset, so she acted mischievously and took an MP3 player

Record their bragging and call someone.
Chapter completed!