There was a heavy snow in the northwest wind, and the people in Yanning raised their cameras one after another. The topic of "scumbag gang" that had been raging for a while on the Internet was finally covered up.
In one after another "click" sound, the earth completed a revolution.
"'Wongxian Hutong Neighborhood Committee wishes everyone a happy New Year's Day, comrades please pay attention to safety during the festival, fireworks and firecrackers are prohibited in the urban area'... Tsk, what the hell, who fires cannons on New Year's Day, soil is not soil?" , turned around and smashed her grandfather's door, "Old man! Old man!"
Gang Master Yang was burning incense, making tea and playing chess playbooks. She was smashed so hard that she accidentally knocked the chessboard crooked, and the pieces were scattered on the ground.
Uncle Yang sighed heavily: "What are you doing! A gentleman, you need to be calm, and there are rules for sitting, lying, and walking. Look at you... Hey! I said you, how old a girl! Be careful, okay?"
Yang Yifan directly put his skirt on the outside, then took off his trousers from the skirt while walking, and just took off one leg, he jumped in on one leg with a "ding bang": "I'm going to be late - the holiday community organizes a flu shot, I have registered for you, just tomorrow morning, if I can't get up, you can go by yourself."
Uncle Yang slowly picked up the chess pieces and snorted from his nose: "I'm not going, I'm not sick, what kind of needles are there?"
Yang Yifan took off his pants and put on makeup while standing, "It's too late to get vaccinated if you're sick!"
Uncle Yang eloquently said: "There is a small problem in the human body. It is like opening the gate to release the flood and exercising the body's immunity. A cold is not necessarily a bad thing."
Yang Yifan almost poked his eyeliner into his eyeballs, blinking desperately, and said angrily, "I see that the circle of friends of your gang of friends is a hub for rumors! Besides, the flu is not a cold."
Uncle Yang: "What is influenza not a cold?"
Yang Yifan didn't bother to talk to him: "Anyway, you can go, I've paid the money."
Uncle Yang pouted and said, "Vaccinations for those over 60 years old in our hospital are free, you don't have to fool me."
Yang Yifan: "..."
These old people know nothing about common sense, and what they shouldn't know is better than monkeys!
So Mr. Yang picked up the green cane that the leader of the Yang Gang usually carried—it is said to be the dog-beating stick of the Beggar Gang, an authentic antique, I don’t know if it’s true or not: “If I find out that you haven’t gone tomorrow, I’ll take you out of here. The stick burned."
The calm gang leader Yang jumped up: "You put it down! You... You are a big rebel!"
Yang Yifan felt that "rebellious and outrageous" was a compliment, so he held a stick, grabbed a pair of high-heeled shoes that he was going to change at the party, and turned around and ran.
"Come back, where are you going!"
Yang Yifan stepped into the elevator one step at a time: "New Year's Eve party!"
Uncle Yang chased after him: "It's a big holiday, you...Aren't you coming back for dinner at night?"
"Go to Goddess Zhang upstairs to eat, I won't bother you..." Yang Yifan's voice was interrupted by the closed elevator door, leaving behind the scent of perfume on the first floor.
Uncle Yang stood alone for a while, lying on the corridor window, watching his granddaughter drive away from downstairs, and then went back to the house a little lonely.
Young people get busier as the New Year approaches—this is still a lunar year. When the Spring Festival comes, although his precious granddaughter is at home, he has a computer on his lap and two mobile phones in his hand. She was so busy that eight claws weren't enough for her, and she didn't have time to listen to his old words.
Usually, he can still look for Zhang Meizhen with a shy old face, but these two days, Meizhen is not at home. It is said that he participated in an elderly tour group and went to Sanya.
The old things are getting more and more out of sync with the times, the fewer friends die, the less life is going to be.
Uncle Yang sighed and walked slowly home. On the last night of the year, he was accompanied by chess records.
In the central business district, Yu Lanchuan nodded and said "Happy New Year" to colleagues who passed by, and he was also preparing to go home. At the end of the year, there are rare days when he gets off work on time, and he doesn't have to order takeout at the company. Everyone is a little restless and talkative. Discuss where to play at night.
"Mr. Yu!" The assistant ran over on high heels and stuffed a paper bag into Yu Lanchuan's hand, "This is the rice cake my mother brought, a specialty from our hometown. I'll bring it home for you and add a dish."
Yu Lanchuan was not weak in taking people. Accepting gifts was the same as accepting confessions. He nodded solemnly: "Well, ask your parents a happy New Year."
The assistant smiled at him embarrassedly, and said awkwardly, "I still... have an unkind request..."
President Yu looked at her graciously and thought to himself, "It's not a matter of gratitude. I'm the most opposed to office romance."
I heard the assistant say, "The 'Water Reverse Retreat Talisman' you gave last time, do you still have it?"
Yu Lanchuan: "…"
"Yes, yes!" Someone immediately responded, "Very clever, last time during Mercury retrograde, my computer didn't break!"
"It's time for Saturn to go retrograde again!"
"Oh my god, can't they turn well? I said why my neck is stiff again these past two days!"
"Mr. Yu, can you tell your friend again and bring me a New Year's lucky charm?"
President Yu was dumbfounded and thought, "Are you all fucking crazy?"
In this way, with the heavy task of purchasing agents, President Yu came to Xingzhimeng after get off work.
On the last day before the New Year's Day holiday, the school was on holiday and the company left work early. There were so many customers in the Xingzhimeng store that Gan Qing didn't have time to pay attention to him, so Yu Lanchuan idly visited her feudal and delusional tools.
The annual calendar of the six-pointed star is selling very well. It is divided into constellations and has a total of twelve models. Every week, a new fortune forecast is printed. It is colorful. Yu Lanchuan turned two pages, sneered, and thought: "nonsense."
There are also many small props for wealth and peach blossoms, Yu Lanchuan disdains to touch them: "Shoddy."
There were dozens of retrograde and transit cards of various planets spread out in the corner. When Yu Lanchuan remembered that he was going to buy a dozen of these things to go back, his face turned blue with nausea, and he didn't want to go to work.
At this time, the wind chime at the door rang, and a new customer entered the store. Yu Lanchuan looked back and saw that it was Yu Yan and one of his colleagues, gloating over the misfortune: "The people's police are here to crack down on superstitious activities."
I saw the people's police Comrade Yu Yan stretched his neck and headed over the group of teenagers, asking Gan Qing, "Mr. Mengmeng, do you still have the pink crystal bracelet from last time? Let me introduce you to a client. He's going to send a girlfriend!"
Yu Lanchuan: "…"
Contemporary youth has collapsed! 20,000 miles under the sea!
After finally sending off a large number of guests, Gan Qing only then freed up time, counted out fifteen transporting talismans with the gesture of counting money, and handed them to Yu Lanchuan: "One twenty, dear, thank you for your patronage, good luck for the new year. "
Yu Lanchuan said angrily, "Why did it go up five yuan again!"
"Because of the fire, dear," Gan Qing replied rightly, and then her expression changed, "No... Little Yu, put down your phone first, and have something to say. I'll give you the wholesale price, okay? Nineteen yuan and five. … Nineteen, the odds are also wiped off for you!”
Yu Yan picked up the music next to him, smiling so hard that he could not see his teeth but not his eyes.
Yu Lanchuan gave him a kick, and while swiping his card, he scolded him: "Just you people, what's the difference between you and the gang who go to the top in the middle of the night?"
Gan Qing and Yu Yan said in unison, "Western style."
Yu Lanchuan: "…"
"Alan, don't be so strict." Yu Yan said to Mr. Yu, a staunch materialist fighter, "Young people seek transportation and study metaphysics, middle-aged people worship Buddha and turn beads, and elderly people enter health-preserving spiritualism and add health care products to group purchases. Qun-everyone has their own spiritual harbor, which is very good-hao, you are here, why don't you invite us to drink something next door, and wish world peace."
Since Yu Lanchuan moved to the 110th courtyard, although he was maddened by the strange neighbors all day long, he has a lot of money on his hands. There is no need to pay rent, no need to drive, and the money saved is about twice the salary of a police officer. This allows Yu Lanchuan to take a good breath, and even working overtime is not so disgusting. Although they are doing the same work, they are "forced by life to make money to make a living", or "work hard and work hard". The difference between the two is Psychological feelings are different.
"Peace what?" Yu Lanchuan threw his wallet to him in disgust, "Have you found out about the high-rise burglary?"
Yu Yan shouted at the next door boss Meng, and verbally ordered. It can be seen that the back alley of the mud pond is the key work target of the local film police.
After Police Officer Yu shouted, he turned around and said, "No, the Spider-Man in your hospital is still the most suspect. After all, there are not many people who can climb stairs with their bare hands."
Gan Qing dragged her tail and said, "No way..."
Yu Lanchuan interrupted her: "Speak human words."
"Oh," Gan Qing tried to find a way to talk to someone and returned to a normal tone, "Brother Spider-Man, asking him to talk to someone is like killing him. For this kind of friend,' Someone else's house is almost a Longtan Tiger Den, and he wouldn't dare to ask him to go there, let alone break into it himself."
Yu Yan thought for a while: "It also makes sense, sigh, don't care, I didn't lose anything anyway."
Yu Lanchuan asked strangely, "Didn't you say that someone lost money last time?"
"I didn't lose any money, I lost a card holder," Yu Yan said. "Then the owner came and said that the card holder was found, but the thief didn't take it. It was his cat who pulled it under the sofa."
"Has a cat in his house?" Gan Qing thought thoughtfully, "A few of the stolen households don't have cats, do they?"
"Don't talk about it, it seems to be true." Yu Yan was stunned, "Nowadays, people raise their own cats if they have the conditions, but if they don't have the conditions to attract cats online, there are cats everywhere. I think the earth is about to become a cat ball. "
He said and went to the next door to get drinks.
Yu Lanchuan glanced at Gan Qing and asked in a low voice, "What did you think of?"
Gan Qing turned her face, Yu Lanchuan's breathing stagnated, because there seemed to be vortices in her gray contact lenses, and when You Qi laughed, it looked dizzy.
Gan Qing, who made the alliance leader "dizzy", said in a daze: "I'm thinking, maybe there is no high-rise burglary at all, it's a cat demon visiting relatives and friends."
Yu Lanchuan wanted to slap herself in the face, but she didn't have a long memory, and actually felt that she could hear a few serious words from her mouth.
The little mute girl at the pet shop at the entrance of the courtyard on the 110th—the name on her chest is "Quietly", and the name matches the person—she quietly raised her head and saw a small milk cat on the roof , I do not know how to go up, can not come down, trembling tail, trembling cry.
She looked around cautiously, the street would be very quiet, people were either at home or going to a New Year's Eve event in a popular business district. Taking advantage of no one passing by, she quietly took three steps, and the figure flashed and fluttered." Fei" on the roof, really like a cat that has become a fine.
The kitten was not injured. In her palm, she was still smelling uneasy, stepping back and forth, grinning quietly, and was about to go down, when she suddenly heard something, she raised her hand to hold the kitten, and hid vigilantly. Behind a big tree next to it.
After a while, there was the sound of a motor in the distance, and a man in a helmet passed by riding an electric tricycle. The tricycle was pulling a pile of cardboard boxes at the back, and there was a sack with a person in the middle. In the empty street, a man riding a bicycle is holding the handlebar with one hand, and is calling scoldingly: "I want you to watch and be careful, in a place like Yanning, there are many people, don't you know? I will give it to Laozi. Get in trouble... fuck!"
The road on the small street is not smooth. The man on the bike was making a phone call without looking at the road. He accidentally rode into a big pit. The three wheels jolted violently. Almost got knocked out too. The man hung up the phone and got out of the car angrily to clean up. At this moment, something in the sack seemed to wriggle slightly. The man didn't care, and pushed the sack into the car, making a dull crashing sound.
After the tricycle left, she quietly slipped down from the tree with the kitten in her arms, covering the shivering kitten with her palm, and she silently said, "What a bad person."
The pits on the small streets have been around for a long time, and no one has repaired them. They open their mouths where the street lights can't see them. People nearby are used to them and keep their eyes closed every day.
The neon lights of the business district pierce the sky, and the clamor can be heard from far away. When it is near zero, people stop and listen to the sound of time passing with bated breath. Some people are suddenly lost, and some people are full of expectations, just like a year In the past, life would have been different.
On the first day of the new year, 804 moved in after being empty for less than a month. Uncle Yang was worried about the "safety" of the dog stick, but he gave in and went to the injection point set up by the community early to wait for the vaccine. I saw a moving car drove into the courtyard.
There was a taxi behind the truck. Before the taxi could stop, a woman stinks and slammed the door and got out of the car.
Uncle Yang sat up straighter, feeling that the woman was a little familiar.
At this time, another man got off the taxi. He was sweating profusely in the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month. He hurriedly paid for the taxi, and panted after the woman, saying something in a low voice.
The two seemed to be husband and wife, the woman looked thirty-seven or eighteen years old, and the man couldn't tell. A man, once his belly is stretched out and his hair is thanked, no matter if he is twenty-five, thirty-five, or forty-five, he is all like a "master".
"Yo," an aunt next to him poked Old Uncle Yang, "Look, is that Xiao Han and the others?"
Uncle Yang murmured, "... It's true."
"Hey, when the house price just rose a little, and he wanted to sell the house in a hurry, I persuaded him, and he had to argue with me that the house price couldn't go up any more." The aunt beat her knee and sighed with emotion, "That would be the case. It sold for two million, and now you want to buy it and try it again! What is the old saying? Don't listen to the old man!"
Yu Lanchuan finally took a vacation, pushed for some entertainment, and was idle at home for a long time. Early in the morning, he went to harass Gan Qing three times for various reasons. He didn't have anything to do until there was a knock on the door next door and Gan Qing left for work.
Yu Lanchuan was used to being busy, and when he was free, he felt uncomfortable all over. He turned around a few times, remembering that there was a living creature at home to relieve boredom, and knocked on Liu Zhongqi's door: "I don't have time to teach you, come over."
Little brother Liu thought that big brother was going to teach him martial arts, so he was so happy that he almost jumped into the room and ran out happily. As a result, Yu Lanchuan took out the CD and played the original cartoon of "The Lion King" at home.
In fact, cartoons are also fine. Although Liu Zhongqi, a young man who lacks love, is a little disappointed, as long as his eldest brother is willing to accompany him, he is also very satisfied.
But his unfortunate eldest brother refused to let him watch it carefully. When he said two sentences in the cartoon, he pressed pause and asked Liu Zhongqi to repeat them. If he couldn't repeat them, he went back and listened to these two sentences, ten or eight times. He wrote the original sentence word by word and let the boy chew it word by word before repeating it.
Liu Zhongqi, whose English has been below the passing line for many years, was tortured until his eyes were straight. In the end, he almost wanted to jump from the tenth floor. Just when he was thinking about a new run away from home, the doorbell rescued him.
Liu Zhongqi jumped up from the ground like lightning, and rushed out to open the door with joy: "Hey, Grandpa Yang?"
Uncle Yang brought an unfamiliar middle-aged man. When Yu Lanchuan came out, he saw the middle-aged man put a carton of milk at the door with a smile on his face: "Is little Master Yu? I didn't come to the meeting, alas, it really shouldn't be. My surname is Han, Han Dongsheng, and I just moved to the eighth floor."