The mechanism in her mouth was forcibly broken, her teeth collapsed quietly, and she involuntarily loosened the jaws, and the dagger dropped out of her hand. Yu Lanchuan's baton quickly swept across her arms and tendons, and the person behind her who was covering her mouth avoided her at the same time. His knees, relying on his height advantage, quietly pressed him to the ground.
Quietly Qinggong is good, just because the meat is small and the bones are light, and the aptitude is unique. At the age of seventeen or eighteen, the flesh and bones have not yet matured, and he is not a real adult. The little kung fu he practiced with his mother when he was a child can only scare ordinary unarmed people.
She does not have the Hanjiang Qijue with fifteen years of experience, nor the Paoding Jie Niu who breaks three inches and two points and then stands up.
She doesn't even have brute force.
However, she was pressed to the ground on one knee, but she was still struggling violently, and a vibrating roar that was not like a human voice came out from her throat, like a deer caught by the neck of a beast on the grassland.
Is "there is only one son" the reason
That's the murderer, so many old, young, women and children died in his hands, so many people died because of his family's destruction, and the resentful souls are still calm at the bottom of the lake!
"Crazy? Calm down!"
"Quietly, shh—listen to me—what did I say to you, you're only seventeen..."
"What, I still have a pair of handcuffs here."
Quietly surrounded by noise, some people were yelling at her, and some people were trying to wake her up in warm voices. They pressed her with all their hands, like catching a dangerous wild animal, thinking they were protecting her.
"But I'm not crazy," the girl thought, her long hair falling down as if it were floating all over the world, blurring her vision.
If this highly respected old gang leader Yang had not turned a blind eye to the truth for the so-called 'face' 36 years ago, her uncle and grandfather would not have died, and her parents would have been raised in Yanning under the care of their relatives. In childhood, there were no narrow roads in the countryside, and there was no unforgettable hatred in the dark hut.
If he hadn't shielded Yang Ping when he received the solid evidence eighteen years ago, this old unsolved case would have long since been grudged, and her father wouldn't have spent the first half of his life on revenge, and he wouldn't have died in the flour mill.
He said yes, to go home and live a good life.
They always talk about "you're only seventeen", as if she was a seventeen-year-old who lived a life of bliss and did not know how much she had a bright future.
But she didn't choose a college student anxiously. There were no roads in front of her, and the hometown where she grew up had no relatives or old friends, and when she was wandering in Yanning, she could only chat in the upstairs corner of the pet store. Domestic cats can live for more than ten years, and they are still energetic young cats at one or two years old, but those stray cats sleeping in cardboard boxes, one or two years old may be the upper limit of their lives.
Can I get rid of her by saying "I can't do it, I'm sorry"
Why!
Lao Yang took a step forward and said softly, "Girl, I've already lost the top of the loess. Maybe one day, the King of Hell will go without calling me, but you are still young!"
The ten fingers quietly sunk into the grass.
Yes, he has already reached the top of the loess, but why can he die
At this time, someone tapped her on the back of her neck, her eyes darkened quietly, and she finally lowered her head and stopped moving.
Only then did Gan Qing breathe a sigh of relief. She took out her bloody fingers and rubbed it on her body. She staggered half a step and sat on the wet mud in the park. "Be careful, there are needles in there."
Yu Yan said "hey": "Mr. Mengmeng, your..."
Before he could say "hand", he was shocked to see Yu Lanchuan kneeling on the ground, grabbed her injured hand, and checked it nervously, and found that it was only a flesh wound, so he took out a tissue from his pocket and carefully Wipe, one side of the nose is not the nose, the eye is not the eye, and sarcastically: "What is your school's kung fu called 'Paoding Jie Niu', change the name to 'injuring the enemy 10,000 and self-injuring 8,000 eye-catching skills', okay?"
Gan Qing let out a soft "hiss", and Yu Lanchuan, who was babbling ruthlessly, immediately relaxed his movements, frowned, and was careful as if he were repairing cultural relics in the Forbidden City.
Yu Yan touched his nose and didn't move closer. He turned to look at the two old men on the edge of the artificial lake - Lao Yang and Zhang Meizhen were separated by a meter. Lao Yang held a plastic crutch in both 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 passed.
And human language is so lacking, he seems to have nothing to say except "I'm sorry".
"Let's go, I'll call a car again." Yu Yan grabbed a handful of his short hair, "Everyone, if we have something to say, don't sit here."
The chaotic weekend has finally passed, and in a blink of an eye, it is another workday that is even more chaotic.
Yu Lanchuan has an observation, I don't know if it's right or not - every Monday morning rush hour is the most congested time, he sometimes always wonders if some units only work one day a week.
The grievances and grievances that vaguely shrouded the courtyard of No. 110 were suddenly dispersed by the horns of the irritable cars. Everyone caught the bus to catch the bus, and those who took the subway took the subway. From the pond, there was the noise of 10,000 toads, and there was another kilometer long queue in front of the pancake stall, rain or shine.
"Give me your phone." Yu Lanchuan knocked on Gan Qing's door early in the morning and shared the location of the two's phones.
Gan Qing swallowed a mouthful of soy milk and asked vaguely, "What?"
"See where you are, waiting for takeaway at noon." Yu Lanchuan said quickly, "Don't touch the water, don't go to Lao Meng's roadside stall where you eat gutter oil, I'm leaving!"
Yu Lanchuan's voice did not fall on the ground, and his feet had slipped out ten meters. His former boss had retired from illness. At present, the deputy general manager in charge of other departments is part-time, and Yu Lanchuan's main work is hosted by Yu Lanchuan. To save management costs, Yu Lanchuan didn't respond at first, and then he continued without any extra work. He was ready to "usurp the throne" at a critical moment, and at the same time hooked up with several headhunters, so that he would not be able to change jobs. He intends to repay the loan within five or six years, and try to achieve financial freedom before the age of the old and the young, because he secretly added the unreasonable person next door to his future plan.
Gan Qing's goods are obviously not expected to live. If one has no foresight, he will be like his parents. Sooner or later, he will encounter the immediate worries of firewood, rice, oil and salt.
Otherwise, how dare you dare to say "all to me"
Gan Qing didn't have time to speak, he was gone.
Gan Qing: "... Boss Meng heard that, he has to scratch you."
She leaned against the door thoughtfully and slowly stuffed the remaining little buns into her mouth. It was strange to say that she "ran into" Yu Lanchuan every morning, but she never took it to heart. For the first time, I could feel 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. He seemed to be instructing his subordinates to prepare some materials. He spoke quickly, used concise words, and saved punctuation marks. Yun went downstairs, leaving only the sound of soft-soled leather shoes hitting the ground.
It seems that no matter what the bullshit is, it won't take up much of his memory, and he will always have his own rules. Although sometimes he is tired, has headaches, and looks indifferent, he always seems to have a calm vitality - he knows what he should do and what he can do.
In the face of anything, his eyes never dodge, including the future.
Liu Zhongqi came out from the next door yawning and gave her a strange look: "What are you looking at here?"
Gan Qing: "Watch the dust."
Liu Zhongqi is convinced. This kind of big 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 and turned to go home.
Zhang Meizhen smoked cigarettes in her room all night, and when she opened the door, white smoke billowed, like the special effect of Nantianmen. She stared at the breakfast that Gan Qing had left for her on the dining table, and saw that her tenant was dressed as usual, ready to go to work.
The difference is that she has an English-Chinese dictionary under her scarred arm.
Bricks so thick - knocking bricks.
Zhang Meizhen's eyes fell on the dictionary, and the moment Gan Qing stepped over the threshold, she suddenly said, "What happened more than 30 years ago should be over."
Gan Qing was stunned and looked back at her.
"Old Yang pretended to be confused, but I, who prided himself on being lofty, thought he was sad and was more wronged than anyone else. Here," Zhang Meizhen whispered, "it's time for us old bastards to give an explanation to our seniors and juniors, give us some time."