As a young woman, when Gan Qing met a young man with an open arms on the street, he had to take a second glance. After taking a look, she felt that this body should have breasts, waist and waist, and it would not be too much to take it out for exhibition.
It's just... Is it necessary to work so hard in fashion in such a small, broken place where gutter oil and furnace ashes are flying all over the sky
"I saw you once in Rongxian Hutong when I was a child." Yu Lanchuan lowered his head and glanced at Boss Meng's hand - Boss Meng's hand is very thick, because it is stained with oil all year round, but the flesh is very delicate, moist like jade, It really doesn't look like the hands of a middle-aged man - to the confused eyes of Boss Meng, Yu Lanchuan introduced himself vaguely and said, "My surname is Yu."
Meng Tianyi and Gan Qing's faces were blank for a moment at the same time.
"Oh, you!" Meng Tianyi stretched his waist that had been slightly bent, and then lowered his voice, "You... take a seat in the store, please come in."
After speaking, he waved his hand to the side, deliberately not looking at Gan Qing, pretending to be very casual and sending her away: "Pole, it's none of your business, go back first, be careful on the road."
At the moment Yu Lanchuan spoke out, Gan Qing took a half step back and stepped out of the light. The already low sense of presence was almost gone.
Hearing Boss Meng's words, she nodded like a ghost, turned around and left without saying a word.
Yu Lanchuan didn't take her to heart at first, and habitually swept her out of the corner of the eye, just in time to see a vague silhouette, his heart jumped, and he blurted out to her: "Wait."
Gan Qing seemed to be taken aback by him, stood stiffly, turned back carefully and asked, "Call me?"
Her wide eyes were full of panic, her shoulders were tense and trembling, like a frightened hare.
Yu Lanchuan saw her face clearly at this time, and was suddenly disappointed, and the memory that was churning in his heart suddenly evaporated.
"It's nothing," his expression faded, and he said politely, "It was my younger brother who was stopped by them today. I want to thank you."
Gan Qing replied dully: "No, you're welcome."
Yu Lanchuan exhaled from his nose, thinking to himself, "Where did you come from Chai He Niu? It's not easy to say anything."
His patience has to be reserved for the fathers of Party A, and he is very impatient with this kind of thing that "can't kick a fart with three feet", he nodded restrainedly, and he ignored this passer-by and raised his legs to enter " God's Will Crayfish" shop.
Gan Qing thought: "Suddenly, the Yu family must have had their ancestral graves ripped up, and they're crazy."
She lowered her head and walked hurriedly, like an inconspicuous shadow.
The path in the back alley of the mud pond is like a labyrinth. At this time, except for the open-air barbecue street, the rest of the place has been silent. Even when the wind blows at night, it is stagnant for a few minutes. still flashing. When people walk inside, the sound of footsteps will start to echo.
Weird.
I don't know if it was because of the fear of walking alone at night, Gan Qing's slippers deliberately rubbed on the ground, and even hummed a song.
When she walked to the most backlit place, a figure emerged from the small intersection she passed - if Liu Zhongqi was there, he would recognize that this man was one of the three men who blackmailed him, the bald one.
The bald head stared fiercely at Gan Qing's back for a moment, then raised his feet and chased after him. He was a burly man, nearly 1.9 meters tall, and when he walked, there was no sound under his feet.
Without noticing it, Gan Qing turned a corner along the alley. On the quiet path, there were only the shuffling footsteps of plastic slippers and a hoarse female voice: "Crossing the hill, although my head is white..."
The bald head clenched his chin slightly, walked faster and faster, clenched his fists, and ferocious muscles and blue veins burst out on his arms.
"The chattering, the sorrow I give from time to time..."
The bald head sprinted across the intersection, but then there was another sudden brake under his feet - there was a dead end in front of him, it was dark, and there was nothing but a scrapped shared bicycle.
What about people
At this time, the sound of the "kick, step, step" slippers sounded again, and the sound came from behind him!
"I haven't seen immortality as I wish..."
The bald head turned back suddenly, and saw the nosy "cashier" strolling past the intersection behind him. She was stuck in her pockets and didn't bother to lift her feet. She walked staggered, without even looking at him.
There was no one around here anyway, so the bald head stopped covering up and shouted, "Stop!"
After shouting, he stretched out his long legs and went after Gan Qing. The bald head ran to the intersection, say five or six steps, and passed by in a flash, but in the blink of an eye, the woman just now disappeared out of thin air again.
"Get rid of yourself first—"
The tune of that song was about to run, and it reverberated in the alley, resounding in all directions, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on the back of the bald head: "Which way did you mix up, don't pretend to be a ghost!"
When he roared out, the singing and footsteps disappeared at the same time, and for a while, there was only Ye Feng's low murmur, rustling and sneaking around.
The bald head's heart beat faster, he subconsciously bent his knees and raised his elbows, covered his head with both hands, held his breath, and looked around cautiously.
Suddenly, an indescribable shudder flowed through his body, and then, an unnatural wind approached his temple, and the bald head was horrified to find that it was too late to hide or block. "Om", I thought to myself, "It's over."
But the bloody scene where the skull was pierced did not happen. The bald head was stunned for a while, only to realize that he didn't even break the oily skin. He stretched out his hand and touched it blankly.
Just now, it seemed that the wind had just swept up the small gravel, which happened to crash into his face.
He was looking for a while in the alley like a bald headless fly. He didn't even pick up a footprint. He was lucky. At this moment, the phone in his pocket rang. It was gentle: "Hey, Mistress... Me? I was in that small alley in the afternoon, and just saw the police... What did you say?"
After answering the call, he hurriedly ran away without bothering to find Gan Qing again.
Leaving the back alley of the mud pond, after passing two more intersections, he ran out of a sweaty bald head and broke into a McDonald's.
The clerk who was cleaning the table was taken aback by the fierce man, took a step back, and widened his eyes. The bald head didn't bother to look for the ball, his eyes wandered around, and walked to a table in the corner. In the evening, the underage old lady and two other men were sitting in the corner, and the three of them ordered a small package of French fries. , No one eats it, it seems to be just posing, with bulging bags piled under the feet.
The bald head took a breath and came to his companion: "Isn't all the money paid, how do you say you won't let it live? How can there be such a reason, I'll go to them!"
"They returned the money to us," Scarface next to him called out "Senior Brother" first, and then said, "No way, suddenly someone checked today, and the landlord doesn't know what's going on, so he doesn't dare to rent."
The bald head was about to speak, but the old lady suddenly looked up at him: "Who have you met?"
The bald head was stunned for a moment: "Ah? Oh, a little bitch who is a waiter in a small shop. Today, she is the one who is busy with her own business. The police are called. I want to catch up and clean her up."
The old lady asked, "Catch up?"
"Uh... That's not true... Isn't it too dark, and I'm not as familiar as her, so I lost halfway along the way, she's lucky... "
Before he could finish speaking, the old lady suddenly leaned over, reached out and wiped the temple of the bald head, wiping off a layer of light stains, looking carefully, it looked like charcoal ash on a barbecue stand.
The bald head saw her fingers clearly, and he felt a cold sweat.
"If I can scratch your head, I can give you a scoop. People don't want to have the same knowledge as you today." The old lady sat back slowly and sighed, "I know which street and which store that person is from. ?"
With a bald head, he said in a low voice, "I know, it's on the street where there are barbecue stalls."
The old lady nodded: "Since she didn't hurt anyone today, she just means that she doesn't care about her own business except at the door of her house. It's fine to avoid her in the future."
The bald head muttered unwillingly: "A girl like firewood..."
"Okay!" The old lady raised the volume slightly and interrupted him, "How did I tell you when I was at home? Yanning hides the dragon and crouching tiger, and when you meet someone in the same way, don't think that you are so powerful, the frog at the bottom of the well! "
The bald head did not dare to say a word, and the other two men also bowed their heads to listen to the training.
The small table was quiet for a while, and the four people's eight eyes fell on the French fries on the table. The fries were already cold, and the oil that oozed out soaked the paper bag. No one moved. Several bags of sucked clean ketchup packets were littered on the table.
After a while, Scarface broke the silence: "Miss, it's not a solution for us to stay here all the time. If we really can't, why don't we stay in a hotel today?"
The cripple, who had been silent all the time, said in a sullen voice, "Sister-in-law lives in a hotel, and the three of us can make do with one night outside. Anyway, it's not cold in summer."
The old lady seemed to be moved a little, she reached out and grabbed the small burden beside her. I didn't know what to think. After a while, she sighed again and shook her head.
At this time, Gan Qing also returned to his "home".
She walked slower and dragged her footsteps even more, because when she was hiding from the bald head, she was running a little hasty, and half of the plastic strap on the left slipper broke off, leaving less than half a centimeter of thrilling adhesion. She was afraid of lifting it. Feet, I have to jump back on one foot today.
Seeing the familiar street lamps in front of the house from a long distance, Gan Qing was relieved and decided to go back and borrow a pair of slippers from his roommate for two days.
She is now living in an illegal group rented house. There are eight cubicles in the house, each with a bunk and a bunk for two people. Most of the roommates are women. Everyone agreed not to smoke in public spaces, and no one did not flush the toilet, so it was fairly clean. As for the girl who lives in her upper bunk all day and night, it's a trivial matter. Gan Qing is a person who can fall asleep in a bridge hole and doesn't care about this interruption.
In general, she felt that her nest was cheap, clean, close to where she went to work, and everything was good and cheap.
Unfortunately, these days, good quality and cheap things are often accompanied by some other problems - such as illegality.
So this day, when Gan Qing walked home humming "The Hill" all the way, she found that "home" was gone.
A group of people gathered downstairs with pots and pans. Gan Qing met her roommate in it. The roommate pulled out a pair of slippers and gave her a pair of slippers, and told her that Yanning City had recently started a new round of crackdown on group rental housing. overnight.
So their group of people, whether the "owls" that come out at night, or the "larks" that go to bed early and get up early, all hit the streets.
Fifteen minutes later, Gan Qing rescued her simple luggage and squatted on the curb by the roadside, holding a root of boiled corn—the corn was also given by her owl roommate, and it was quite sweet.
The milky white street lights were lined up behind her, and the thin light poles stretched out like a row of dancing swans, extending along the wide road, gently undulating, strung with the lights of thousands of homes.
That night, it really was a coincidence.
Those who touch porcelain and those who meddle in their own affairs, those who are self-sufficient and those who hide their secrets, have the same goal in different ways, and they are all thinking about where they should go to spend the night in the gloomy clouds.