If a woman wants to leave for other reasons, then the dashing person may wave her hand and wish the other party a bright future.
Affectionate people may be willing to let go of their dignity, retreat three thousand miles, and beg the other person not to leave.
But Yu Lanchuan couldn't do anything.
The last descendant of Wan Muchun, a glimpse from a distance can frighten Wang Jiusheng to a heart attack. She can't stay in people's sight. Of course, she must be accompanied by a hood and a mask for life, and can't be seen, see , she became a living target of a mortal body.
Whether it is justice or personal love, it is impossible for Yu Lanchuan to forcibly keep her and let what happened today happen again.
So is it just waiting
Wait... can you wait
Gan Qing said that the days of hiding have no end, so she will simply fight with the Xu family to the end. Yu Lanchuan believes in her sense of proportion - she is no longer the impulsive girl who broke the tendons when she was hot-blooded, and she is connected with Yang Ping. The openings on his body can accurately control the length of the wound, so that he cannot reach minor injuries. She may become a qualified "bounty hunter" and travel to various public security bureaus to collect bonuses... That is also a way to survive.
But is there any end to such a day
The Xu family is everywhere. As far as they know, there are those who spread cults in the countryside, instigate victims of domestic violence to kill, and deceive the coffins of the elderly by unscrupulous means... There are many types, and so on, even if she is a talented artist and daring , can carry them one by one unscathed, but a hundred-footed worm is dead and not stiff. If a den is destroyed, there will be a group of fish that slip through the net, and she will continue to forge new enemies in the process, getting deeper and deeper.
The sweat on Gan Qing's palms was evaporated, she patted Yu Lanchuan: "Go back first and then..."
Yu Lanchuan opened her hand with a slap.
"Oh, I'm angry." Gan Qing thought, she was stunned, her fingers curled slightly, she retracted as if nothing had happened, and continued to walk forward.
Yu Lanchuan suddenly caught up with her, hugged her, and put his arms around her waist fiercely. She didn't know whether it was the residual bath liquid or laundry detergent, revealing the warm rose fragrance, melting in this difficult summer. Her back and waistline could vaguely touch the bones, her thin body was folded by her arms, and her arms still had a long stretch of richness, so she couldn't hold a full, empty body.
A flowing cloud suddenly approached, blocking the sun for a short time. Yanning City began to pass through the shadows from the corner of a building, and the reflections on the road that danced like flames died instantly. Yu Lanchuan felt in a trance that what he was holding was like a piece of paper, a painting, a bubble like a mirror, and his limbs were bound by invisible silk threads, and his cumbersome body was held on the ground by gravity. will falter away.
So he could only desperately squeeze his arms even tighter, pulling out the blue veins under Gan Qing's skin.
Anything that cannot be parted is imprisoned.
Gan Qing didn't move, his eyes followed the edge of the shadow and looked into the distance. Ever since she received the news of Wei Xiao's death in prison, she has always been frivolous, not living in front of the village or in the back, but Yu Lanchuan dragged her into the rolling red dust, speechless, and was about to drown. in.
She had calculated her savings two days ago, and admitted that she was not very good at making money, but she couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry, so she could only hone it little by little and save it slowly. President Yu can support the family and clear the mortgage. She may not be able to help her. If she is lucky, maybe when he pays off the mortgage, she will be able to save money for a car and spend a lot of money to make him smile.
She has no interest in studying, and she had been stabbed for the sake of her relatives before, but she died without success. She doesn't pay much attention to things outside her body, and if she thinks about Yu Lanchuan in the future, she probably won't get it.
Born halfway through life.
Gan Qing thought: Can you stop changing the windows
When the thought came together, it rolled to the tip of her tongue at a rapid pace, but then she swallowed it again.
Because this sounded unreasonable, it was a bit selfish.
That night, Gan Qing packed her luggage. She didn't add anything this year. She stuffed a package, which was less than what she brought when she moved in. She sent Zhang Meizhen a long message, explaining that she might not be able to do it for her in the future. After receiving the courier, I opened the window and looked out.
At the current land price of 111, it should not be demolished beyond recognition like the back alley of the mud pond, but she still felt unsafe, and she still felt that she had to engrave all this in her mind - even if the scenery did not change. , and there are things that are wrong.
If Mr. Yang is gone in the future, Yang Yifan should not live in this hospital again. She is too trendy and doesn't fit in with such a chattering old residential community; when Han Zhou's children graduate from primary school, Han Dongsheng and his family don't need to spend high rents anymore. , definitely still have to move back to his own house; he left quietly, and Yan Hao probably won't stay for a few days. He is young and can't show the door of the laundry for a lifetime; Yu Lanchuan's house is said to be handed over at the end of the month...
Then he will go too.
Mr. Yu has a bright future. He just found a blind date forum, put up his resume, and many young, beautiful and highly educated girls are willing to interview for his wife's position.
The two adjacent balconies in the old building were less than two meters apart. Gan Qing heard a sound from the window next door. She didn't look back, but said, "I'll send you the new contact information when the time comes."
Yu Lanchuan next door didn't say a word.
"I don't contact anyone with this number. Two hundred a year is probably enough." Gan Qing added, "You have time to renew the fee for me. If you don't want to contact me someday, don't renew it."
As soon as it stopped, I understood.
After she finished speaking, the person next to her still should not. Gan Qing finally couldn't help but glance at her head: "Little Master Yu, you squeak..."
The window on the next balcony was open, but no one was inside.
Gan Qing was stunned. At this moment, the door was suddenly smashed by someone from the outside. She responded slowly. As soon as the door opened, Yu Lanchuan grabbed her shoulders, pushed her in, and threw her back. On the door of 1003.
"I'm not waiting for you." He leaned against her shoulder and pressed her against the narrow wall of the entrance.
Yu Lanchuan is like a basin of cold water for action. No matter how tightly stitched a shirt is, he can wear it very refreshingly. He has a cool aura. At this time, his whole body seems to be on fire. Even his breath is hotter than usual. It almost felt hot.
He stared at Gan Qing with bloodshot eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "I won't wait for you."
Then the kiss that was as fiery as breath fell, hurried and painful, and fell on the skin, with the illusion of being burned.
Gan Qing heard his words clearly and stiffened for a moment, then she slowly raised her hand and put it on his back.
"Okay," she thought, "then... as a memento."
Just as it was before parting ways, let's drink up a glass of wine.
The sound of the cicadas suddenly changed its tone. The abundant water vapor returning from the ground rose vertically and gathered in the clouds. In the distance, there was a "rumble" of thunder, and the sound of the tide was continuous. The night was smashed into a kaleidoscope by the rain, and a thousand flowery worlds were condensed in a thousand mirrors.
A night is like a lifetime, and a floating life is a dream...
The next day, 1,003 people from Yingxian Hu and No. 110 Courtyard went to the empty building, as if it had never been lively.
Three days later, Yu Lanchuan received a text message from an unfamiliar number and a WeChat friend application, the message was "annual fee of two hundred".
Yu Lanchuan charged the number 200, not much, like a silent agreement.
"I'm not waiting for you," he thought. "You wait with me."