In the eagerness of all parties, "the end of the month" is coming.
The No. 3 Middle School organized a spring tour for the first and second high school students. Those who didn't want to participate could not go as long as they got the signature of their parents. Usually, in this case, Yu Lanchuan would sign it in advance and let Liu Zhongqi decide whether to hand in or not.
"Brother," Liu Zhongqi asked, chasing Yu Lanchuan, holding the milk cup, "Today's registration deadline, won't you sign for me?"
Yu Lanchuan, who was sorting his tie, paused, and said casually, "I suggest you go. The spring outing in the second year of high school is almost your last group activity in middle school. You won't have the chance to go again next year."
Liu Zhongqi: "No, I just think it's a bit strange, brother, do you want me to live outside for two days on purpose?"
Yu Lanchuan's eyes came out of the full-length mirror and glanced at Liu Zhongqi.
"Oh, am I thinking too much... Recently I always feel that the atmosphere in our school is weird," the high school student who didn't hear anything outside the window scratched his hair and said half-talking to himself, "It could also be Grandpa Yang. Due to illness, the morning training team was not organized, and every day was sparse. I felt that the yard was no longer lively. There was no one next door... Yes, did the big liar go out? I knocked on the door without the key last time. open."
Yu Lanchuan's eyelids drooped: "In two days, I will change to an electronic lock with fingerprints."
Liu Zhongqi was a little surprised. When they moved in, Yu Lanchuan didn't look like he was going to live there. The furniture in the house was the same as before, and the few pieces that were added were almost all the artifact of internet celebrity renting a house.
"What else needs to be replaced, make a list for me together. When you have summer vacation, I will tidy up the house." Yu Lanchuan picked up his bag and prepared to go to work as usual. He paused and asked Liu Zhongqi, "Do you still want to learn swords?"
Liu Zhongqi's eyes lit up: "Think!"
Yu Lanchuan looked at him for a moment with a strange look, and asked him, "What's the use of learning swords? There will be no swords for you to use in the future."
The old man Yu Huaide asked him the same way back then.
The young Yu Lanchuan replied solemnly: "Without a sword, I can use a stick instead. Without a stick, I can also use my fists and practice a good sword. No matter what happens outside, I will no longer feel powerless."
After listening to the old man Yu Huaide, he smiled and told him, "How can there be such a good thing, boy."
Liu Zhongqi was stunned for a while, and muttered very earnestly: "Just... I want to learn, why should it be useful? What is the use of trigonometry and cloze, don't you still have to go back and forth for the test? I learned the sword myself, and I will listen to it later. The martial arts story is more interesting... is this a reason?"
Reading all over the mountain of books does not necessarily lead to a good life.
It's not enough to practice magic skills, it's not enough to save a lot of money, and it's not enough to grasp the position of power.
"Forget it, it's very useful," Yu Lanchuan waved at him, "I'll go to work after you finish the college entrance examination next year."
Last winter, the martial arts conference held a group blind date, and the people who came to participate happily wore the three words "Join in the Fun" and brought their own peanut and melon seed mineral water to watch the grandson of Lao Yu's alliance leader. Several days in advance, someone made a special trip from out of town, and a week before and after, there was an endless stream of guests at Old Gang Master Yang's house.
Who knew that in less than a year, Yan Ning had just recovered from the chill, the spring flowers had just bloomed, and the personnel affairs had already been turned upside down several times.
This time, the small courtyard of 111 was silent. On the last day of the month, people seemed to be burrowing out of the ground, occupying the venue without knowing it. For Yu Lanchuan, it was almost all life. Faces, few young people.
The old gang leader Yang Qing stepped on the spot to enter the venue, and he no longer had the dog bat in his hand. He was in a wheelchair and was pushed by Zhang Meizhen.
Yu Lanchuan went over to say hello, and Lao Yang tried his best to remove the more obvious age spots, raised his heavy eyelids, and smiled at him tiredly.
Yan Hao sent him a WeChat message: "We are in the last row."
As soon as Yu Lanchuan turned around, Yan Hao waved to him and sat quietly beside him, wearing a baseball cap. She probably just came out of the second palace. She lost a lot of weight, her face was no longer watery, she looked like she was long. Several years older. Yu Lanchuan was really worried about the girl's mental state, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and sat quietly on the other side.
"The people behind Sister Meizhen are all the gang members," Han Dongsheng, who came over, explained in a low voice, "Sister Meizhen and Wang Jiusheng are not actually called 'gang masters', but 'beiduo masters' because the walking feet gang Fragmentation, in addition to ours, there are also those in the south and west, which are basically separated, similar to distant relatives who have left the 'five servers'. They are in charge of each other and do not interfere with each other. The important event is to be announced, and I have come to bear witness. The four elders of the Beggar Gang, all three are currently detained at the police station, and I don’t know the ones who came here today—I heard that they all retired a long time ago.”
Han Dongsheng glanced at it quietly: "...There were family members who died in that fire. I don't know where Lao Yang dug them out."
Quietly, his fists clenched.
At this time, Zhang Meizhen bent down and said something to Lao Yang. She walked to the rudimentary stage, picked up the microphone and pointed it at the speaker. The audience made a "buzz", interrupting the whispering.
"It's me, the former Xingjiao helped Beiduo to advocate Meizhen." Zhang Meizhen's eyes swept around the stage, and her bright lips showed a smile, "Some old friends haven't seen each other for many years, and I didn't expect to bring you all together. a chance to be together."
Before she finished her opening remarks, someone below said yin and yang in a strange voice: "We didn't expect you to have the face to stand here and talk—Zhang Meizhen, back then, you set the gang on fire for a wild man, and did so many acts of harm. Brothers of the gang? You just slap your butt and leave, you don’t care whether we live or die, you are a shitty North helmsman, isn’t the walking gang a tool for you to advertise your worth? Why, now your old skin is loose, and you are dead skinned. The man can't stick it upside down, or Yang Qing can't do it anymore, making you old shabby shoes think of us again?"
After he finished speaking, there were "giggles, chirps, chirps" laughter from all over the place, revealing an indescribable vulgarity.
This kind of laughter seems to be a timeless "BGM", but any woman standing in front of the public, as long as she is not a saint in white clothes or a simple and old mother, can insert such a paragraph.
"Who signed the decree of the leader? Xiao Yu? You called so many people to let us hear the hens crowing?"
"Zhang Meizhen, if you wipe your red lips again, your teeth will fall out. As long as you still know a little bit about your face, you should go back and cover your old face."
"How about Mr. Yu, come out and say something."
"Little Master Yu, you are young, but you can't get into the habit of smelling old women's farts, haha..."
The following words became more and more inaudible, Yan Hao and Han Dongsheng turned to Yu Lanchuan together.
Yu Lanchuan didn't lift his eyelids: "Sit, it's fine."
Han Dongsheng: "Master Yu, I still have a few friends, let them..."
"Didn't you hear it?" Yu Lanchuan took out his phone and sent Yu Yan a WeChat message, "Wang Jiusheng has returned to China."
Yan Hao looked at Zhang Meizhen in the stands. She was so old that lipstick could no longer cover the corners of her drooping mouth. The pink powder stuck in the wrinkles was completely visible by the light, like a flower that had fallen into a withered pole: " But... they, they are too much."
After Yu Lanchuan sent the WeChat, his eyes slid around the edge of the venue. Someone exchanged glances with him. Yu Lanchuan nodded slightly at the man, thinking absently: Is Gan Qing here, where is she hiding
He casually said to Yan Hao, "What kind of storm has Zhang Meizhen seen before? She still cares about this little scene?"
"Ha," Zhang Meizhen laughed, "I heard that you all wished you could dig your head into the sand a few days ago. Why, you have come back with support, and you have more confidence? Wang Jiusheng, even once in your life, you will be open and upright. Show up, come out and say a word, and I will treat you as a little human."
"Are you also worthy of talking to our North Rudder Master?"
Zhang Meizhen: "You Beiduo owners don't sterilize their dogs, they poop all over the floor, and they play with the legs of the table all day long, and they can only see broken shoes - passers-by can call the police to check his dog certificate, right? The police comrade?"
Han Dongsheng suddenly turned to look at Yu Lanchuan.
"Look at what I'm doing, this event was reported and approved," Yu Lanchuan put away his mobile phone, "otherwise I won't sign the alliance chief order for you."
Han Dongsheng: "..."
The venue fell silent.
"I called you all today. There are a few things. Since some people accused me of not helping the 'brothers' live or die back then, I also have something to say. The people who were imprisoned back then, with solid evidence, were all involved in kidnapping and indirectly causing death. They have to enter the country’s laws, how do you plan to let me manage them? Is it to rob a prison, or to bribe the public prosecutor for them?”
These words are too sensitive. As soon as she said the words "comrade police", many people became nervous. They suspected that Zhang Meizhen had bad intentions and wanted to frame herself with the story, and no one answered for a while.
"Does Wang Jiusheng take care of the people I don't care about? Thirty-six years ago, they were released long ago. Are those who participated in this matter still alive today? Stand up and tell us."
A voice came out of the corner: "No."
Everyone turned their heads in unison, and saw a thin man standing up, with greasy hair and gray temples, wearing an ill-fitting coat, soaked with oil, standing in the middle of the crowd, swallowing crampedly and timidly. Spit, he stood up slowly.
"I... My name is Ruan Xiaoshan. Thirty-six years ago, because of this... I was sentenced to seven years."
Immediately afterwards, three or four more people stood up silently, men and women, all with the shy eyebrows that are typical of prisoners, standing in a row, with their hands tied as if they had handcuffs on their wrists - Zhang Meizhen and Yang Qing actually brought the victim and the perpetrator together!
With a sudden shock, he was about to stand up, but Yu Lanchuan and Yan Hao forced them back to their seats with one hand.
At the same time, someone in the corner quietly took out his mobile phone, quickly edited a message and sent it out. After a while, the mobile phone receipt showed that the sending failed.
Only then did the man realize that there was no signal in the venue at some point.