According to Gan Qing's common sense, the words "I'll invite you to dinner another day" are similar to "Ouch, where are you getting fat". They both belong to "New Year's greetings", which are only used to express a polite attitude and have no practical significance. Ordinary people should not take it to heart go.
It is also possible that the leader of the alliance is not an ordinary person.
"This...Aren't you busy?" Gan Qing choked for a while, struggling to squeeze out an excuse, "I see that you work overtime every day, and you have a lot of time to spare, so I never dared to call you."
"It's okay," Yu Lanchuan stared at her, "this month is okay, next month will be the end of the year, and there will be more trivial matters in the company. So it's better to make an appointment a little closer."
It saves you running out of money until the end of the month.
Yu Lanchuan paused, then added: "After all, I was kind enough to help you that day."
In the end, you were put in the den of thieves and you had to take the blame for you in front of the police.
Yu Lanchuan left half a sentence for every sentence, his tone was flat, and he didn't sound particularly rude.
Gan Qing's salary just received in the afternoon. Seeing that the renminbi is like a boxed tissue paper during flu season, she can't help pumping three or two. It's more than half gone, and her heart is colder than her stomach.
She glanced at Mr. Yu's neat and stylish cashmere coat, and then glanced at the thin padded jacket she bought during the big sale, feeling that this was an inhumane exploitation.
However, he owes people favors, and he is called to collect debts. This is indeed a bit shameful. Gan Qing had to grit his teeth and admit it, thinking that long pain is worse than short pain, and said: "Then have you eaten today? It's rare to meet you, or I'll invite you for a late night snack?"
She thought very ruthlessly: "Supper is always cheaper than dinner."
As a health expert, Yu Lanchuan is very opposed to eating late at night if he is not too busy, but at this meeting, he stared at Gan Qing for a while, and nodded: "Okay."
Although Gan Qing secretly changed the concept and changed from dinner to supper, but it was a treat after all. She still chose the most luxurious place in her consumption class - leading President Yu to a McDonald's 300 meters away.
Yu Lanchuan, who had never been in a fast food restaurant since the age of 24, was shocked. He stared at the red-haired uncle at the door for a moment. He turned his head to look at Gan Qing in disbelief—you will invite me to eat this
"Aren't you used to eating it?" Gan Qing smiled and pointed across the street, "There is another Mala Tang there, which is also very good. The boss is an acquaintance of mine, so you can go there."
Yu Lanchuan followed her gaze and saw that there was indeed a fly shop across the street. The door of the shop was covered with thick loess-colored curtains. The oil was probably used to cover the windows. The name of the store with string lights at the door has a total of three characters, and one and a half are broken, shivering in the cold wind.
Why haven't the authorities banned it yet
Gan Qing: "It's just that his store is small. There may be no seats at this o'clock. We have to stand..."
Yu Lanchuan hacked into McDonald's like lightning.
As soon as he entered the door, the smell of fried and creamy oil floating in the shop greeted him greasy and crookedly. Yu Lanchuan thought in a trance that he had entered which blind date forum - "My blind date is a strange flower" section.
According to incomplete statistics, 80% of the stories of these "wonderful people" begin with "the first meeting was actually at McDonald's/KFC".
Gan Qing asked politely: "Are there any taboos? What do you like to eat?"
Yu Lanchuan thought badly: I don't want to eat everything, and I don't want to eat anything.
But he didn't say uncontrollably: "...No, it's okay."
Gan Qing: "So easy to feed? Then I can play freely."
Yu Lanchuan smirked: "...Okay."
To die.
Gan Qing finished ordering the meal, and while waiting for the food, he looked back and saw that Mr. Yu took off his coat, folded it in half carefully, and placed it on the back of the chair, with a crocodile leather watch strap exposed under the cuff of his shirt.
Speaking of which, Yu Lanchuan is actually a very serious person, with a serious aura.
This kind of temperament is not easy to maintain, because it is usually matched with a high sense of distance, clear and cold, pure, and immortal. The sanctimonious wretchedness is often more irritating than the roe-headed and rat-eyed wretchedness.
But Mr. Yu is amazing. His "cold and serious" temperament is not pure enough. As soon as she appeared, she blew away the cold wind and anger she drank today.
I saw that he took a menu paper, frowned and lowered his head to study the thing, as if the emperor was reviewing the memorial - his expression was quite serious, maybe he was going to sentence some corrupt official to be executed.
Gan Qing pondered for herself, and accidentally laughed. Yu Lanchuan, who was sitting upright, had very good ears, and she could hear it even from a distance, and looked up at her with a stern look.
Gan Qing: "Pfft..."
I want to laugh more.
At this time, there are not so many people dining in the store, and most of the sparse customers are not here to eat. Yu Lanchuan looked around and saw a clean scavenger leaning in the corner with his eyes closed, a seven- or eight-year-old elementary school student occupying a table and doing homework with Coke. Lying on the table and fell asleep, there were a few people who ordered some snacks and were chatting about "Series A financing" at the table with a per capita 30 yuan.
Gan Qing bought an extra bowl of corn cups, put it in front of the elementary school student, and patted his head. The little boy seemed to know her very well, so he accepted it and smiled at her.
"The child from Malatang's house opposite," Gan Qing said, "the family of three lives in the store. The store does business. There are customers drinking at night. It's too messy, so he comes here to do his homework."
Yu Lanchuan watched her tearing open a packet of sauce with ease, as if she heard the sound of an energy bomb exploding.
Gan Qing: "Newly fried fries."
High GI foods.
Yu Lanchuan stared at her fingers, and began to play subtitles frantically in his heart: Eat it in your stomach, your blood sugar will soar into the sky in a helicopter, and then you will turn on the brakes and release insulin to urgently convert this calorie into fat. The blood sugar is halfway through, the helicopter under your butt is gone, and you start to free fall, and you find yourself hungry again and can't stop at all. These fresh fats will be blocked in your blood vessels and internal organs, and you will not be able to spit them out after eating them. The three highs will be your destination in the future.
He glanced at Gan Qing, who was like a reed stick, and felt that her pancreas was screaming busy.
As a guest, Gan Qing thoughtfully took a bottle of Coke when he saw that he didn't move, inserted a straw and handed it to him: "You're welcome."
Yu Lanchuan: "…"
High sugar!
High sugar stimulates dopamine, and the addiction mechanism is similar to that of some drugs. Over time, it will reduce cognitive ability and increase mood disorders—that is, you will become lost and stupid.
The speaker of the "Series A Financing" at the next table is still impassioned: "...Health is definitely the most concerned issue for people in the future, especially food health! However, due to lack of professional knowledge and lack of attention to nutrient matching, I always ingest a lot without realizing it. Junk food, our products are mainly aimed at this problem, providing customers with a full range of nutritional matching... ”
Yu Lanchuan couldn't listen anymore. He took a sip of Coke, his expression was heroic, as if he was trying the poison with himself, and he thought angrily, "Why am I here... It's really damn good."
The more Gan Qing looked at him, the more amused she felt, and eating with his expression made her appetite a lot better.
In order to prevent himself from accidentally eating more junk food, Yu Lanchuan took two sips, then firmly reached out and squeezed the straw, trying to cover his mouth with words: "When did you start following Xiang Xiaoman and those people?"
Gan Qing did not lift his head and said, "When I was wandering around, I accidentally bumped into it."
Yu Lanchuan: "Since you always knew where they were, why didn't you call the police earlier?"
"How do I know what they are going to do?" Gan Qing helplessly spread out his hands, "If it's just a foreign tourist coming to play, what about the netizens?"
"You know," Yu Lanchuan refused to let her go, "the day Xiang Xiaoman started, when you called the police, those two people had just reached the intersection—don't deny it, there are surveillance cameras at the traffic lights at the intersection."
"Don't talk nonsense, how can I have such a function of being a prophet?" Gan Qing dipped French fries into ice cream and ate it, "What did the person who called the police say? 'I saw two suspicious people walking past the intersection'? Now Does 110 even handle calls like this?"
Yu Lanchuan was unmoved: "The gang was holding a wooden sign engraved with 'Wan Muchun' and was broken."
Gan Qing gave her a hand and rubbed a piece of chocolate on the french fries. Then, she said nonchalantly, "Really, I didn't pay attention. Maybe it was touched during a fight."
"Wan Muchun was once one of the five uniques, haven't you heard of it?" Yu Lanchuan said lightly, "Don't you wonder why the descendants of heroes would do such a thing?"
Gan Qing: "I'm a little ignorant, just laugh."
Yu Lanchuan: "I don't think so, a person in that criminal gang had a few blood marks on his body, the one on his neck almost exactly coincides with the position he drew on Nie Ke's neck, it's a coincidence - either Xiang Xiaoman was going to kill someone. When they were there, you were onlookers at the scene, or you had an extraordinary understanding of the methods of these people. You went to their lair alone and broke the wooden sign, which is the same as the legend that disappeared for many years.' Wan Muchun 'has hatred, or has something to do with them, can't stand someone impostor?"
Gan Qing sighed and looked at him helplessly: "Little Master Yu, I live in your hospital, it's really just because I'm poor and can't find a suitable house, so I have the cheek to ask for it, and I have no other plans. It’s fate, it’s best to be in peace with each other, if I get rich one day, maybe I’ll move out immediately. I didn’t ask about your teacher’s inheritance, did I?”
"Which teacher do you want to ask me? The Seven Techniques of Hanjiang was taught by my grandfather. I have it on my resume for both undergraduate and master's schools, and I can find it on the company's website." Yu Lanchuan said sincerely, "You bought it from the lottery that you are going to make a fortune. Which one? Is it your own divination number?"
Gan Qing: "..."
Yu Lanchuan: "I'm not nosy, but I'll cover up this matter for you. I always have the right to know who I helped and why, right?"
Gan Qing was silent for a moment. Just when Yu Lanchuan thought she was going to bury herself in ice cream and drown, she said slowly, "The voice that screamed at Xiaoman that day reminded me of a friend of mine."
Yu Lanchuan raised his eyebrows slightly.
"She was abused by her husband, and she couldn't get out of the shadows. Sometimes she woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare and would make this kind of scream."
"Which?"
"Hoarseness, intentional hoarseness," Gan Qing thought for a while, "not because of pain, nor because of shock. What she vented was the backlog of pain she had accumulated for a long time, and she couldn't express it... or expressed it, but no one understood it. , no one listened."
Yu Lanchuan said: "But Xiang Xiaoman is not injured, and the neighbors can also prove that Nie Ke has not abused her. The sound insulation of the old building is not good. Nie Ke beat her, they've lived here for a year, the neighbors can't possibly be unaware."
"Yes." Gan Qing smiled indifferently, "I heard that, you must have made a mistake."
Maybe it was just Xiang Xiaoman who went crazy to a certain extent, and imagined Nie Ke as some kind of enemy. Anyway, someone took care of it. When the time comes, the evidence will speak, and the results of the investigation will have their own conclusions.
Luckily no one was killed.
In this case, outsiders like them can't manage the affairs of other people's families, and there is no reason to manage them.
It was very late when the two of them went home after eating.
When Gan Qing was about to open the door, Alliance Leader Yu suddenly said, "Add your WeChat."
Gan Qing looked up at him.
When Yu Lanchuan met her gaze, he was a little nervous for no apparent reason, so he lowered his head and forcibly explained, "I promised you to Yan Na, I hope you can notify me in advance when you have a high-risk move next time."
Gan Qing added a bunch of messy customers to WeChat, and he was not alone, thinking: "This alliance leader deserves it, and he doesn't take a penny, it's quite like that."
Yu Lanchuan: "You..."
Gan Qing stuck his head out of the room: "Huh?"
Yu Lanchuan hesitated for a moment, before he stopped talking, and shook his head.
At this time, Gan Qing's usual resting hour had passed, and the powerful biological clock began to urge her to lie down. She said goodbye to Yu Lanchuan indifferently, washed and rinsed, and contentedly stepped on the hot heater and huddled in the quilt. , ready to sleep.
At this moment, her phone vibrated.
Gan Qing opened her eyes a little and found that the news came from next door.
Yu Lanchuan: "Listen to you, do you feel like a local?"
Gan Qing: "It doesn't count. I studied here for a few years when I was a child, and borrowed it."
Yu Lanchuan replied in seconds: "Elementary school? Middle school?"
"Middle school."
Yu Lanchuan: "You are so familiar with the back alley of the mud pond because you lived there before?"
Gan Qing was probably sleepy, and after a while, she simply recovered: "Well."
Yu Lanchuan stared at the "um" word, and then opened the hand-drawn drawing that Yu Yan sent him. After a while, he found himself holding his breath inadvertently. So he took off his glasses and pressed his eyebrows firmly—
Fifteen years ago, the girl in the back alley of the mud pond...
Probably right next door to him.