No Pollution, No Public Harm

Chapter 55

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Lao Yang's gang leader is a great leader, and he has a feud with those demons and heretics.

Han Dongsheng has his family trapped in it, and it is his duty.

What is she running to join in the fun

I have always had the stinky virtue of "I'm very god, I'm just pretending to be a coward, everything is under my control". Jealous money, casually agreeing to invite people to dinner, but turning around and reneging on the bill; you have to wrap your hands before you start with people, or you will commit Parkinson's...

Wan Muchun has been hidden from the world for a long time, and has cultivated such an unreliable product

Yu Lanchuan's mind was full of messy thoughts, his blood pressure was soaring and his heart was pounding. ".

The "hum" of the car's engine and the sound of his own heartbeat filled the small space, and a vague idea suddenly emerged from the noise like a "revelation".

I…

The young man who had been in his heart for many years pulled away the smoke and dust of fifteen years, revealing an almost unrecognizable face from the long years.

He thought: I finally found you—

Yu Yan "hey hey hey", Yu Lanchuan's phone was disconnected, he was about to call again, but was interrupted by a phone call from his superior, he hurriedly explained why "looking for an old man who ran away" would become a criminal suspect People fight.

The police were all busy, and some stayed at the scene and waited for the fire brigade to arrest the suspects.

Those who followed to the hospital not only had to take care of these frightened elderly people, but also had to explain the situation to the hospital and contact the family members of the elderly one by one.

Han Dongsheng sent the policeman who came to check the situation and slowly sat down on the wooden chair in the waiting area outside the emergency room.

Mr. Zhou inhaled a lot of smoke and was sent in for rescue, but he still didn't know what the situation was. Although the police reassured him that it must be all right, but... What if

Then that failed breakfast will probably be the last memory his family will give him.

In fact, when I think about it, even if there is no emergency, Mr. Zhou is too old. According to Beibei, there is no longevity gene in their family. Mr. Zhou has lived past the age when his parents and brothers died, and is almost the longest in the family. His life has entered a wasteland without milestones and rulers. The workday when his family is neglected may be the last day before his abrupt end.

But "cherishing" is too difficult, just like "diligence," "persistence," and "self-discipline." It is a truth that everyone knows, but only extraordinary people can do it.

Han Dongsheng's injury was not serious, except for a few skin injuries in the small building on the fire, the rest can be solved by adding water and inorganic salts. The most serious injury was caused by our comrades-in his hand. There were stab wounds in all the fingers, and each finger could not move, making the doctor wrap it into a big pig's hoof.

Waiting alone in the emergency room, Han Dongsheng tried to sit upright at first, and the fat on his back and lower abdomen began to fall down on him. Too tired to open my eyes.

He was like a piece of heated butter, collapsing from the cube into an irregular shape that was about to turn into a liquid and flow under the seat.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came, Han Dongsheng opened his eyes, and saw Gan Qing walking towards him.

Gan Qing is slower than him. In fact, according to her idea, she cut a small hole with her finger and licked it in her mouth. There is really no need to go to the hospital. In the ambulance, the fussing doctors not only wanted to give her an injection, but also insisted that there was a risk of blood contact and asked her to do a test.

"I'm just here to ask... Cough, you," Gan Qing pointed at his pig's trotter, "Should I pay for the medical expenses?"

"Hey, what's the matter, I don't know how to repay the kindness of saving my life. If it weren't for your knife, maybe I would have left a last word." Han Dongsheng smiled politely at her, showing bright white teeth - his face was too black, for comparison.

Gan Qing handed him a wet tissue, and the two exchanged a few words for the rest of their lives. Since they didn't know each other well and had nothing to say, they both fell silent.

Han Dongsheng's face was covered in black ashes. After wiping it once, the white wet towel in his hand turned into a black rag. When he squeezed it in his palm, he could squeeze out a handful of mud soup.

He slowly wiped his uninjured hand, and after a while, he suddenly said, "When I came out of that small building, I thought, if I really get stuck in it, in the future, Beibei will take the child by herself... How can I live? "

Gan Qing glanced at him, but she was a bachelor and had never brought her family along. No matter what she said, there was a suspicion of "standing and talking without back pain", so she didn't say anything.

When Han Dongsheng talked to her, he gradually became talking to himself. It is often embarrassing to talk to oneself to others, because although the other person does not answer, there is an attitude in the silence - I don't want to talk to you, you are stupid X - but not when facing the tree hole, because the tree does not discriminate against human beings. Function. Very strange, Gan Qing leaned against the corner of the wall silently, like a wooden stake, involuntarily, Han Dongsheng wanted to pour the words in his stomach.

"Later, I thought that maybe I was thinking too much," he laughed at himself. "A man like me is really useless. There is no choice. Without me, people might be able to live better."

"I'm probably… not the type of person to be successful."

"She's always been disappointed in me."

Gan Qing changed her weight, folded her arms in front of her chest, listened to each other, and aimed straight at the stairs.

Women are disappointed with their husbands who don’t seek to make progress, old fathers are disappointed with the feelings thrown out that can’t be responded to, and men who have accomplished nothing hurriedly look back and feel disappointed with themselves.

Han Dongsheng raised his chin with one hand, and his eyelids were a little swollen.

Gan Qing's calm eyes finally wavered slightly, she seemed to take a deep breath, and her neck tended to jump out of her skin one by one.

"Yeah," she said almost inaudibly, "it would be nice to live all over again."

At this moment, the sound of messy footsteps sounded, and a person staggered up and stumbled on the last step - it was Zhou Beibei with disheveled hair.

She fell so hard this time that it alarmed the two mind wanderers. Han Dongsheng saw that it was her, and hurriedly came up to help: "Hey, you don't know how to lift your feet no matter how you walk!"

Without waiting to stand up, Zhou Beibei hugged his leg in a kneeling position.

"Dad is fine, it's just that he's getting old and taking a few puffs of cigarettes." Han Dongsheng raised his big pig's hoof, put one hand on Zhou Beibei's elbow, and lifted her up, "I didn't ask you to wait at home with Zhou Zhou. Okay, it's fine with me... what's the matter?"

Zhou Beibei refused to stand up and buried his face in his waist.

Han Dongsheng grabbed her shoulders and gently pulled her off: "I'm dirty..."

He suddenly stopped, because seeing Zhou Beibei's red eyes, the two looked at each other silently for a moment, and her tears fell suddenly.

She is a woman who is full of complaints and has no good words. The grievances blocked her trachea and throat. Her words were not going well. There were thousands of words in her stomach.

Han Dongsheng was in a hurry when she cried at first. After a while, he seemed to understand something from the woman's cry, and his palm slowly fell on Zhou Beibei's hair, and he sighed.

Gan Qing watched with a cold eye, smiled, quietly climbed up the straight ladder next to her, and walked downstairs.

There was chaos in the hospital, and the family members of the lost old man all came, some wept with joy, some were furious. There was also a man wandering in the corridor of the hospital in a daze. He happened to bump into Gan Qing getting off the elevator, so he stepped forward to hold her and asked, "May I ask if an old lady surnamed Lin is also here?"

Before Gan Qing could answer, a policeman caught up and persuaded the person away.

"That's Mrs. Lin's son." Someone behind her said, "It's the old lady who disappeared first."

Gan Qing turned around and saw Lao Yang's gang leader walking slowly with a cane.

Lao Yang said: "Mrs. Lin participated in one of their experience activities in the bliss world - in fact, she fed them a little diluted low-quality hallucinogen, which made them dizzy and fell asleep. She really thought she had experienced it. Out-of-Body Soul - I was fooled a few times by those gang of people, and I was convinced that the qigong masters I used to follow were all liars. She also helped develop a lot of downlines. Lao Zhou and the others were all pushed in by her. This time I participated in this event. The training cost 40,000 yuan in cash, and the old lady didn't have that much money, so she went to the 'qigong master' and wanted to get back the money she had given as a reward. The medicine, plus whether or not the money was returned, I was emotional, and all of a sudden, people passed away... The body was found, and it was the daughter-in-law who had to recognize it, but the son was unwilling to accept it."

Gan Qing said with a bit of indifference: "If everyone had a countdown card on their head, everyone might not want to leave home."

"Gan Qing, right?" Lao Yang turned to look at her, "Wan Muchun's swordsmanship, your master is Wei Xiao."

"It used to be." Gan Qing is usually polite and well-behaved at "One Hundred and One". Every time she goes to Zhang Meizhen's house to meet her, she is either cleaning the floor or cooking. Witch squeeze.

At this moment, she held her hands behind her back, stood a few steps away from Gang Leader Yang, and finally tore off all the masks, revealing her original face. She was even a little taller than the elderly gang leader Yang, her eyelids were slightly drooping, showing a somewhat unspeakable rebelliousness: "Later I betrayed my teacher."

Old Yang was stunned.

"Housework, don't interfere with others, don't say more," Gan Qing smiled vaguely and waved at him, "The house should be easy to find at the end of the year, Gang Master Yang, don't worry, I will move when I go back."

Lao Yang: "Wait..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a clean-clothed beggar gang disciple running in in a panic: "Help Master!"

I saw Yang Yifan following behind him, and he rushed in with a knife, with a dog-beating stick under his arm.

Lao Yang's expression changed. This time, he came out and didn't tell his granddaughter, because he was afraid that she would become suspicious, and that he was afraid that someone from the cult would recognize him, and he deliberately did not bring a dog stick!

Yang Yifan's expression at this time was as if he wanted to throw the beggar gang's relic on the spot.

Lao Yang hurriedly said, "Fanfan, if you have something to say, please don't..."

However, Yang Yifan killed all the way in front of him, but just sighed, put the dog-beating stick into Lao Yang's hand, and snatched the hardwood crutch.

Lao Yang blinked and looked at her blankly.

Yang Yifan took the wooden crutch in his hand and weighed it: "It's Shen, it's not easy to hold, why didn't you say it earlier?"

The old gang leader who was still in his 90s and could fight with his bare hands seemed like a primary school student who made a mistake. He murmured, "You bought it from someone, it's quite expensive..."

"So what!" Yang Yifan interrupted him, "I buy Hermes and diamonds on New Year's and holidays, and I don't want money to stuff Xiaobai's face everywhere, I just want to stop their mouths and make them eat people's mouths. From now on, they will honestly revolve around me, except for money, don’t ask the sponsor for time and energy—are you also my little white face? What do you do with their principles, if you don’t like it, just say it!”

Lao Yang: "..."

The disciples of the Beggar Gang next to him shrank their necks and shoulders when they heard Mr. Yang's rebellious words, not daring to say anything. I saw Lao Yang's "old white face" who had been smoked once turned from black to red, and then from red to blue, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, he raised his dog stick and slapped Yang Yifan: "What a formality! Do you speak human words! A disgraceful thing!"

Gan Qing quickly moved away to make way for the two of them, so as not to affect the old man's 36-way play. Go outside with a pocket.

She really likes No. 110 Courtyard, it's bright and cheerful... The main thing is it's cheap.

pity…

Boss Meng is probably no longer convenient to stay there, and he may have to change jobs.

What can be done

Fortunately, as the New Year is approaching, Yanning is short of people everywhere. It shouldn't be difficult to find a place to be a waiter. You can make do with it first.

Gan Qing walked out of the hospital building and was swept up in the face by the northwest wind. She let out a sigh of relief, feeling that she had been too comfortable for half a year, squeamish, and even a little melancholy.

People like her have lived a life of no fixed abode, and are just a little cleaner and more decent than the homeless on the roadside.

"Forget it." Gan Qing thought rather self-deprecatingly.

At this time, she saw a car rush into the parking lot. Before it could stop, a familiar person rushed down and went straight to the police car parked there.

Yu Yan was on the phone with a colleague near the fire, when Yu Lanchuan rushed up out of breath and grabbed him: "Where's the person?"

Yu Yan: "What?"

Yu Lanchuan: "Gan Qing!"

"...Hey." Someone hesitantly agreed not far away, "Master Yu, I seem to hear you calling me?"

Yu Lanchuan turned his head sharply, his knees softened and he stumbled.

Yu Yan grabbed him and said, "Are you working overtime and suffering from low blood sugar? Then you go back and lie down. What are you doing here?"

Yu Lanchuan shook him off.

Gan Qing stood loosely a few meters away from him, with his pockets in his pockets. He didn't know where his coat had gone, and inside he was wearing a dusty cotton vest, which was very dirty. Although her face was wiped clean, the locks of her hair were a little burnt, and she was still disgraced. With such an image, she rushed into his sight recklessly.

For some reason, Yu Lanchuan's heart rate, which was soaring along the way, not only did not drop, but instead climbed up a notch.

Gan Qing was stared at him for a long time and felt uncomfortable, thinking that something was on her face, so she raised her sleeves and wiped her face, Yu Lanchuan's eyes slowly fell on her bandaged right hand.

Gan Qing wiped it, but there was no dust, she raised her eyebrows and looked back at Yu Lanchuan in confusion. It was a bit embarrassing to stare at Yu Lanchuan like this, so she had nothing to say and said, "Okay, I just happened to meet, Just in time to say goodbye to you, I plan to…”

The words "farewell" seemed to stimulate Yu Lanchuan, he suddenly stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her to his car.

Yu Yan: "What's the situation? Teacher Mengmeng, why are you saying goodbye? Hey, Master Lan, why don't you let people talk, hello!"