No Pollution, No Public Harm

Chapter 14

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Yu Lanchuan circled the woolen alley for eight laps, but couldn't find a place to park. In the end, he had to park his car under the shopping mall 800 meters away, and then walked back by himself, feeling that he might as well not drive.

From the east gate of Courtyard No. 110, there is a narrow one-way line. There is a row of convenience stores along the street across the road.

Yu Lanchuan felt that he might need to calm down, so he ordered a cup of herbal tea in a beverage shop and stood at the intersection to drink slowly.

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure—Gan Qing in the fruit shop next door, picking up this one and putting down the other, picking and choosing, looking at the "One Hundred One" opposite from time to time.

Yu Lanchuan followed her gaze and found that there were two people dressed as beggars at the entrance of Courtyard No. 110, squatting in the corner talking.

The two beggars chatted for a long time. During this period, Gan Qing dawdled at the fruit stand and touched the box of oranges one by one. Finally, the two beggars walked away one after another. He took out three steel shovels and bought two oranges under the gaze of the proprietress who was about to bite her to death.

Is she hiding from the beggar gang

Yu Lanchuan's feet slipped lightly and followed silently.

But what to say after catching up, Yu Lanchuan didn't think about it.

He is a typical indifferent urbanite, a hardcore member of the "None of my business, none of your business" association, who hates nosy the most. Whether Gan Qing is from the Beggar Gang or from the city management, what does it have to do with him

Thinking of this, Yu Lanchuan felt sick again today.

Gan Qing looked very lazy when she walked. She seemed to be too lazy to lift her feet, and her relaxed shoulders swayed. But if you look closely, the waist and abdomen are tense again. That slight tension makes her whole body like a bundle of firewood.

Yu Lanchuan looked at her back, fascinated, remembering that his grandfather had taught him since childhood that people can make guns without dancing knives, and in contemporary society, even if one has no power to restrain a chicken, it doesn't matter. But there must be rules when walking, standing, sitting, and lying down. Although these are trivial things that are effortless, water droplets can penetrate stones, the posture is wrong, the places that should be relaxed are tense, and the places that should be tight are relaxed, that is three hundred and sixty a year. For five days, he insisted on destroying his own bones and flesh every day. You don't have to wait until you are old, you must first wait until you get sick.

For example, when walking, all the energy is in the waist and abdomen. If the waist slumps, the spine will lose shape, and the person will be unstable. If the upper body is not leaned back, the shoulders and neck must be shrunk forward.

The more you lean back, the bigger your stomach will be, and the more your legs and feet will be overwhelmed. Don't think about any of the lumbar spine, knees, ankles, and heels. The more you shrink forward, the more your back bends, and all the thieves on your body will run to your back, your chest will become thinner and shorter, your breath will become shorter and shorter, and your back will become thicker and thicker. Slowly, it will become like a shoulder. A sandbag is carried behind his neck.

This backbone will wear off a little today, and wear off a little tomorrow, as short as a few years, as long as thirty or fifty years.

If the spine is broken, the body is finished.

The eldest grandfather led him for a walk in the "One Hundred and One" East Small Courtyard. He said a lot of similar things. When he was a child, he didn't understand it. After listening to it, he was a little older. Because of his heavy studies and career, he began to ponder how to keep the old man alive. , After entering the world, ups and downs for a few years, occasionally think of it, and feel that the ways of health preservation he said are also meaningful.

Martial arts together, first of all, to strengthen the body and communicate with one's muscles and bones, so self-respect, self-consciousness, self-awakening, and then look at all things and the human world from this.

When he came back to his senses, he had followed them all the way into the one hundred and one, and was about to walk to the elevator. Yu Lanchuan felt embarrassed and was about to pass her, pretending that he just happened to be on the same road, when Gan Qing suddenly turned around and took out an orange from the plastic bag and handed it to him.

Yu Lanchuan was stunned, and looked at her for unknown reasons.

"For your brother's sake," Gan Qing lowered her voice, "What did you see in that urban village today, don't tell anyone else."

Yu Lanchuan didn't intend to say, "You let go..."

"Don't worry," Gan Qing shoved the orange into his hand before he finished speaking.

"I'll give you a bribe," she blinked with a half-smile, her eyes flowed, and in an instant, a dull and taciturn country girl turned into a new-style goddess who was deceived, "If it is revealed, there will be The enemy came to hunt me down, and neither your conscience nor my ghost will let you go. Shh—"

Yu Lanchuan: "…"

What a mess!

After getting on the elevator, Yu Lanchuan came back to his senses: "You just take an orange for bribes?"

Gan Qing stopped pretending, and said lazily, "I won't be paid until tomorrow, and I only have the last three dollars left on me. That orange one and five dollars will give you half of my life, isn't that enough? Well then, I'll give you this too, I'm going to go bankrupt."

Yu Lanchuan: "...No, I'm not that vicious either."

At this time, the sixth floor that Yu Lanchuan pressed arrived, he got off the elevator, Gan Qing was about to close the door, but he suddenly turned around: "Wait!"

Gan Qing tilted her head.

Yu Lanchuan: "Where are you from?"

Gan Qing: "Guess."

"Forget it," Yu Lanchuan asked directly, "Have you been to Yanning fifteen years ago?"

Gan Qing didn't think about it, and answered without hesitation: "I don't remember, after all, I'm only sixteen this year."

Yu Lanchuan: "…"

Gan Qing finished teasing him, poked the elevator's door closing key, took a step back, smiled, and disappeared behind the closed door. This scene overlapped extremely closely with the image engraved in his mind fifteen years ago in the suburbs of the city. Yu Lanchuan almost chased after him. At this moment, someone behind him suddenly said, "Come on, come in, the old man is waiting for you."

When Yu Lanchuan turned around, he saw Yang Yifan, the granddaughter of Uncle Yang, walking out with a cigarette in his mouth: "As soon as he is old, he is the busiest. There are inexplicable people coming to the door all day long. I don't know what it is."

After speaking, she rolled her eyes towards the ceiling, threw her bag over her shoulder, and walked away on the small high heels made of sheepskin.

Yu Lanchuan was very at a loss. He didn't know where he had offended her. When he entered the door, he realized that Miss Yang was not targeting him - an old lady came to Uncle Yang's house.

The old lady looked at the same age as Uncle Yang, full of white hair, shriveled and thin, the flesh on her face drooped down her cheeks, together with her mouth, forming a triangle, showing a bit fierce and a bit mean, And a little poor old.

Before Yu Lanchuan could think about who she was, the old lady stood up on the sofa and knelt down to him with a "pop".

Although Mr. Yu always had a face like "Kneeling down for Aijia" outside, it was the first time that someone really gave him such a big gift. He was so frightened that he held on to the door frame for two seconds before running around in a hurry. Go and help her.

"Yes, there is something to say, what are you doing!"

The old lady seemed to weigh 80 pounds at most, but Yu Lanchuan reached out to support her, but found that she looked like she was growing on the ground, and he couldn't pull his hands up.

"Aunt Qian," Uncle Yang sighed and said, "He's a junior, aren't you offending him? If you have something to do, get up and talk."

Only then did Yu Lanchuan feel his hand light, and he hurriedly lifted the old lady up and placed it on the sofa.

At this time, he had probably guessed who the old lady was.

Sure enough, Uncle Yang said: "This is Aunt Qian, who used to be called 'Er Qian' together with her husband. She is a famous righteous person in the south. She has excellent legs. The old coal-burning trains in the past were not as fast as her. In the southwest, local gangs robbed along the railway, went straight through the window to get on the car, and jumped out of the car when they grabbed something. At that time, the passengers did not dare to open the window. Unfortunately… "

"Sect Master Yang, don't mention it, I have nowhere to be ashamed." Mrs. Qian interrupted him, "My old man's face has been disgraced by me and a few scoundrels, and if I die in the future, I will have to hide. He - Xiao Yu, I'm sorry, I really didn't know that the child in the back alley of the mud pond was your brother, and my apprentices are still... still... "

Yu Lanchuan thought to himself: Is this human

Can other people's children touch porcelain and tie them casually

However, due to his upbringing, the old lady is so old that it is not convenient for him to open his mouth to spit, so he said lightly: "Nothing, the police said, you really don't know what happened next. If it is an ordinary civil dispute, we will definitely It’s okay, but when it comes to criminal matters, if we don’t say ‘forget it’, the police won’t investigate it, and I can’t do anything about it, do you understand?”

Old lady Qian burst into tears, said "I know" three times in a row, and then said, "I don't dare to be ashamed to ask you."

"There are national laws, Xiaochuan, sit down." Uncle Yang said, "Aunt Qian came here today mainly because she is sorry, she wants to meet you and have a few words with you. She has no other intentions."

Old lady Qian wiped away her tears and spoke intermittently.

She and her deceased husband were real heroes in the early years, when they were in their prime and full of energy. Later, her husband died in a car accident, leaving her only a sick son and three adopted apprentices. It was already very difficult for a woman to support four mouths. Then, the times changed drastically, and the storms were mixed. Some people were sent to the sky, some people sank to the ground, some people became rich overnight, and some people lost their jobs.

Mrs. Qian is unfortunately the latter.

Afterwards, qi is like a bad posture that wears down the spine. It is worn down by daily chores day after day. Wearing it, she loses her human appearance, and even the evening festival is not guaranteed.

Only when her former friends mentioned "two money" to the younger generation, did she vaguely recall the years when the shamelessness accumulated over the decades was lightly illuminated by the glory of the past, and it was crushed thousands of miles.

As Mrs. Qian spoke, she burst into tears.

She was in a trance for a moment, unable to figure out how she could do this.

Maybe heroes shouldn't live so long.

Yu Lanchuan took a few tissues and handed them over without saying a word.

Uncle Yang waited for the cry of old lady Qian to subside, then he stretched out his hand and pointed upstairs, and said to Yu Lanchuan: "Xiao Chuan may not know, when your grandfather bought this house, Aunt Qian heard that she was entrusting someone thousands of miles away. I brought two hundred dollars. How can she have any money, it's all pulled out of her teeth."

Yu Lanchuan: "…"

"Day." He cursed inwardly, "Creditor!"