"Brother, if I don't practice well, will I go crazy?" Liu Zhongqi asked nervously, while wrapping the book cover for the swordsmanship left by Mr. Yu Huaide.
Yu Lanchuan looked at the "Seven Techniques of Cold River" that had enjoyed the textbook treatment with a complicated expression, and replied, "That's not true."
Liu Zhongqi: "But I heard eldest brother say that the Yang Ping they arrested last year was a madman, and it was scary. Before the sentence was over, he bled to death."
Yu Lanchuan's glasses slid down a little, and he glanced at Liu Zhongqi from the frame, not knowing how to explain this to the teenager - although Yang Ping was not a thing, he studied hard since he was a child, and when he grew up, he still strived to be a top performer and taught himself evil arts. It can be said that "lifelong learning" and "continuously jumping out of one's comfort zone" have been truly achieved in martial arts practice - the remaining talents and efforts of most people are low, and there is no basis for going crazy.
"Don't worry," he casually fooled Liu Zhongqi. "There is a difference between righteousness and evil, and a well-known and decent kung fu has a high safety factor."
Liu Zhongqi asked enthusiastically, "Brother, when will I become a master of the generation?"
Yu Lanchuan told him sincerely: "If you practice with such a utilitarian idea, you will not be able to practice well. Keep your mind calm, remember to put your health first, and treat it as radio gymnastics every time you have a little experience. It’s all an unexpected gain, so it’s easier to appreciate the realm of Hanjiang Muxue and the unity of man and nature.”
Liu Zhongqi didn't know if it was his own delusion, but he always felt that his brother was fooling him again.
"I don't understand? You'll understand when you work overtime every day after you graduate and see your comrades fall into the hands of the bald and the top three." Yu Lanchuan, who came over, patted him on the shoulder, "What is your major? High probability event - tell your parents, I still have something to do, I'll go first, I won't be home for dinner today."
Liu Zhongqi has just received the university admission notice, and his grades are not bad. The school is his first choice, majoring in software engineering. His parents came back from abroad to accompany him for the summer vacation. Yu Lanchuan handed in the bear child and retired.
"That's right." Yu Lanchuan remembered when he walked to the door, took out a physical red envelope, "birthday gift, buy whatever you like, I won't be back on your birthday."
Liu Zhongqi will be eighteen years old, and he is about to become an adult. He is polluted by the materialistic adult world and is no longer pure. Compared with the company of his big brother, the new computer and new mobile game Krypton is his new love. He happily pinched the red envelope. He said without hesitation, "Goodbye brother... Are you coming back?"
"Go back." Yu Lanchuan put his back on him and put on his shoes, "After two years, I have time to visit you at your school."
Liu Zhongqi: "Brother, I think you are super cool!"
"Don't be envious, it didn't work out," Yu Lanchuan said, "Your family doesn't have this gene."
After he finished speaking, he called a taxi, took a taxi and left, avoiding meeting his mother so that the old lady would not catch him, and looked at him with the same heartbroken eyes as she saw a stray boy, saying that he was "truly a family member."
He was originally from the Yu family.
Yu Lanchuan went straight back to the No. 110 courtyard of Rongxian Hu, Han Dongsheng was already waiting for him there: "Little Master Yu, is the martial arts conference still open this year?"
"Open," Yu Lanchuan said, "the leader of the alliance ordered me to sign, the venue time is as usual, and the filing is entrusted to Yu Yan. I will be back in November. You will urge him when that time comes... Hey, say Cao Cao and Cao Cao are here."
Yu Yan ran in from outside panting, quickly greeted Han Dongsheng, and dragged Yu Lanchuan: "Go to your house, I'll tell you a few words."
1004 tidy up and clean the windows. Yu Lanchuan didn't have the Daxing project after that. He just changed the furniture and rearranged it. The old house immediately revealed a delicate atmosphere that matched the owner's temperament... Only the windows were not replaced, and they were still the old-fashioned latches. The windows, the paint on the window frames are all peeled off, mottled and out of tune with the whole space.
Yu Yan stepped into his house in one step, and before he could reach the threshold, he hurriedly said: "Lan Ye, I heard someone say something, and I was shocked. I don't know where the rumors were spread, they all said you …”
Yu Lanchuan: "Resigned."
Yu Yan took a deep breath and sank into his dantian, "Ow", "Are you crazy, Yu Lanchuan? You don't want to introduce me!"
Yu Lanchuan picked out a pair of slippers and threw them at him.
"Is the boss mentally retarded, subordinate mentally retarded, or a weird customer? Let me tell you, Yu Lanchuan, if you pay such a high salary, there are mentally retarded, mentally retarded and weird mental damage compensations in it. What are you doing? You are floating before you become CEO. Has your wife finished saving? Have you paid off the credit card used to buy your brand name? There are more than 20 years of mortgages left!"
Yu Lanchuan turned around and spread his hands towards him: "Sold."
Yu Yan swallowed a chicken bone, choked, and stared at him dumbfounded: "Sell, sell... What did you sell? Be clear!"
"The house over there was sold, and it was held in my hands for more than two years. I sold it from one hand to a second hand. After deducting various taxes and fees, I made a net profit of a little more than one million. The annual return on investment is about 16%. The result of adding leverage... , but the investment environment in the past two years has not been very good, it is not satisfactory, it is not bad." Yu Lanchuan said, while washing the porcelain cups, boiling water to make tea, a series of actions like flowing water, let Yu Yan For no reason, I remembered the scene when they asked Lao Yang for help for the first time.
Yu Yan: "..."
Some people say that buying a house for contemporary young people is like what Mr. Qian Zhongshu said about besieging the city. Those from the outside want to come in, and those from the inside want to go out, but it’s actually not appropriate, because people outside the besieged city watch the house slaves and dogs dig their ropes and run for their lives every day. The mortgage payment made it all round and round, and the joke was a joke. When I came back, I had to bury my head and work hard to save a down payment. I was ready to lock myself in earlier, and I also lived such a tired and safe life. Those in the besieged city seldom think about it, and they will suffer from the problem of not looking at the house price for a certain period of time. Once they find that their toilet is 1,000 square meters long, they will be satisfied immediately, and they will get the illusion of "making money". , Even going out the next day to move bricks has the strength.
Yu Lanchuan was the first live house seller that Yu Yan knew.
Yu Yan didn't come back to his senses for a long time, he turned upside down, and there was only one sentence left in his mouth: "You are crazy, Yu Lanchuan, you are crazy, your life is over? Last November... No, as soon as Teacher Mengmeng left. , I think you are not normal..."
When the Beggar Gang and the Walking Foot Gang announced their disbandment, Han Dongsheng once asked Yu Lanchuan that the martial arts conference in November was still open. Yu Lanchuan refused at the time. Helped to go through the formalities and re-signed the command of the leader.
He registered the localities and sects one by one, and then spent more than half a year, using the old people in Yanning City who were familiar with him as a bridge, personally contacted, sorted out a clear relationship network, shared resources, and first The Hanjiang Sword Sect's predecessors had commented on the Seven Arts of Hanjiang. Contemporary people do not have so much awareness of secrecy, and many people respond, especially the younger generation. Afterwards, job introductions, renting, seeking help for serious illnesses, emergency rescues, helping to take care of the children of non-local friends who went to local colleges... etc., all developed logically.
Yu Lanchuan finished laying the groundwork, pointing directly at the Xu family, the "magic sect" hiding in Tibet.
Last month, three major sects in the southwestern region cooperated to take away a brainwashing den of the Xu family, and shake out a large group of fugitives from it.
After this story spread, many "masters" who always felt that their heroes were useless were eager to try. Yu Lanchuan smiled and thought: Someone's business is going to be robbed.
"Is it crazy if I change the way of living?" Yu Lanchuan asked quietly, "Is there only one way of living in the world, such as suits and leather shoes, and repaying the loan at work? My grandfather only has a retirement salary, and he has to go out to spend the moonlight every month. , My dad doesn't even have a retirement salary, and he carries a camera around the world. I'm much better than these two, at least I don't lack a place to live and I don't lack money. In the future, even if I quit my major, I will start a foreign language class. You can eat it all.”
Yu Yan: "President Yu! Is it easy for you to get in now?"
"Frankly speaking, it's not easy," Yu Lanchuan sighed. "Be careful and conscientious, and can't even let go of fighting people. It's not easy to be a 'young talent'."
"Then you still..."
"But Lao Xian, all achievements are also shackles, do you agree?"
Yu Yan meal.
Yu Lanchuan spread out his hands, "I want to understand, let it go."
Yu Yan was silent for a while: "Are you going to find her?"
"I made an appointment with her and asked her to wait for me for a year." Yu Lanchuan took out the suitcase from the bottom of the cabinet in the porch, "I sent my brother to the university, the assets that should be cleaned up have been cleaned up, and the nets that should be laid have been laid. , the time will come soon."
Yu Yan: "When?"
"tomorrow."
The huge brim of the sun hat fell, covering half of Gan Qing's face. She walked slowly into the inn in the tourist area, took the bottle of water handed to her by her colleague, and heard the sirens whistling behind her.
"I heard that a cult was caught, what is it called 'Elysium'." My colleague came back after inquiring about it, and eagerly poured it into Gan Qing's ear, "I seem to have seen it in the anti-cult pamphlet a few days ago. That den is hidden, it has been hidden here for more than ten years, and I don’t know who reported it, and they are all tied up, do you think God is not God?”
Gan Qing said lightly: "It's not that I don't report it, it's not time yet."
My colleague smothered this bizarre gossip story several times, remembered something, and asked her again: "By the way, Xiaowei, I heard that you are going to resign?"
Gan Qing has a tour guide's nameplate hanging on his chest, which reads "Guide Wei Mengmeng."
"I'm tired of running this route," Gan Qing smiled at him, "I want to go somewhere else."
"Hey... You, come on, you're so dashing. There's a break-up group after today. Do you still bring it?"
Gan Qing poured half a bottle of mineral water in one gulp and stood up: "Go, stand by the last guard with you."
Half an hour later, Gan Qing sat on the empty minibus and went to pick up a group of guests with her driver partner. On the way, my colleague tried to talk to her several times about the cult gangs hiding in the tourist area. She had no choice but to calm down gradually. She glanced at her out of the corner of the eye and saw that she was flipping through her phone, it wasn't her. The one I usually use.
"A new phone?"
"Huh?" Gan Qing said absently, "No, a private account is for contacting family members."
Since three days ago, it has been shown that the arrears have been shut down.
She stared at the "sending failure" message for a while, and suddenly realized that it had been a year.
Then maybe... that's it
She stared blankly out the window, the clear water and green mountains, the bridge to the bridge, the road to the road.
After taking the last batch of guests, it was time for her to change places.
So... do you want to go back to Yanning
But when I went back, I found that he had changed the window and couldn't get in. What should I do
Until the driver parked the car at the place where the group guests were picked up and dropped off, Gan Qing's balance was still in the balance between "return to Yanning" and "forget it", and he had no idea.
She reluctantly cleaned up her mood, hung up a service smile, and broadcasted it to the passengers who were holding umbrellas in their backpacks. Not in the mood to observe the guests carefully, her spirit had already flown back to Yanning, and only her body was left to mechanically instruct the tourists to put away their luggage and get on the bus in an orderly manner.
The words are all familiar, without thinking, the tongue will automatically bounce out.
"... We will take a long mountain road in a while. If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me in time. We have prepared a standing medicine for everyone... "
A person suddenly interjected: "Is there any medicine?"
"Colds, diarrhea, motion sickness, etc. are more common..." Gan Qing said in the middle of her sentence, when she suddenly noticed something, she turned her head sharply and looked at the person who asked the question, but the overly wide soft brim fell off and covered it. her sight.
She lifted it almost in a hurry. At this moment, a hand reached out, pressed it on the back of her hand, and gently lifted the brim of her hat. The sleeves smelled of mint, and their eyes met—
"Do you also have the medicine for lovesickness?"
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