As a delicate old lady, Zhang Meizhen was wrapped in perfume and slept until the third day as usual.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she felt that there seemed to be something unusual at home, so she followed the voice to the kitchen and saw Gan Qing frying a meat floss egg roll.
Zhang Meizhen was in a trance for a while, and thought she was insomnia. She turned around to confirm the time, and then asked Gan Qing suspiciously, "Little nun, shouldn't you have gone out to read the foreign scriptures?"
"I have something to do. I'm on leave. I'll tell you later." Gan Qing didn't look back. "Will you roll some chicken floss or beef floss?"
Zhang Meizhen muttered: "I don't eat those small snacks, who knows what's in them..."
Gan Qing: "It's not a small snack, I made the meat floss myself."
Zhang Meizhen turned her head to look at Gan Qing's room. There was a luggage bag at the door, the curtains were pulled down, and they were neatly placed on the washing machine, probably because she was afraid of disturbing her sleep, and the washing machine had not been turned on. Zhang Meizhen frowned, suddenly realized something, and slowly stood up straight.
Gan Qing: "Beef is more oily and fragrant."
"Oh, okay," Zhang Meizhen just woke up, her mind was not very clear, she was taken over, and then she realized, "This is not the point - where did you go yesterday? What are you doing with your luggage?"
Gan Qing grabbed a handful of meat floss, sprinkled it into the egg pancake, and spread a layer of cheese slices on top. The food rustled in the non-stick pan. She said, "Cengche and Gang Master Yang took a look. , I accidentally touched someone - let me use a spoonful of sauce less, your blood pressure is high, and it is not good to eat too salty."
"My blood pressure is not low now." Zhang Meizhen flipped back the hair that was draped over her shoulders, "What do you mean? You still need his surname Yang's approval to live with me?"
Coincidentally, as soon as Sister Meizhen finished speaking, someone rang the doorbell, and Uncle Yang seemed to have come over when it was time for her to get up, and made a special trip to vent her anger.
The older generation does not know what kind of grievances and hatreds there are. Gang leader Yang has always looked like a senior male god outside. When he arrived at Zhang Meizhen’s place, Meizhen’s sister pointed out that he didn’t dare to hit the west. Said, there are still a few good faces.
Zhang Meizhen opened the door, and when she saw it was him, she slammed the door open without waiting for Lao Yang to say hello, and shouted outside, "We are Pansidong, a monster's nest, and it is inconvenient to receive your famous and decent people, get out of here. Bar!"
Uncle Yang's voice was blocked outside the door: "Listen to my explanation..."
Zhang Meizhen: "The hearing aid was taken away by the dog, so I can't hear it!"
Uncle Yang: "You open the door first, there are people coming and going in the corridor... Alas, I look so ugly standing here."
Zhang Meizhen: "Go back and look in the mirror, you don't look good anywhere you stand."
With a spatula in her hand, Gan Qing had already played a forty-episode TV drama in her mind, and she couldn't help but amused herself. After turning off the fire, he walked over and opened the door for the gang leader Lao Yang.
Zhang Meizhen snorted coldly: "Don't touch the floor of my house with your crutches, the innocence of the dog-beating stick has been sullied."
After she finished speaking, she slammed the bathroom door and went to wash up.
Gang Leader Yang entered the house in a dismal face, his legs and feet were still a little inconvenient. After all, he was old. He wielded a solid wood crutches and fought a fight the night before. Today, he can't lift his arms. , I don't know what time I came back from the hospital.
"I'm cooking, would you like to eat together?" Gan Qing asked politely, "Want to..."
"He doesn't dare," Zhang Meizhen's yin and yang voice came from behind the bathroom, "I'm afraid you'll be poisoned, and you'll be devastated after eating!"
"Don't be busy, don't be busy." Uncle Yang waved his hand. Out of the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of Gan Qing's packed luggage and recognized the bag. When she came with this luggage, she asked Yu Lanchuan to help.
Holding the cane, Uncle Yang looked at Gan Qing and asked her, "You are the child that Wei Xiao brought back then, isn't it?"
Gan Qing smiled.
"Oh, I can't recognize it anymore," Uncle Yang gestured, "I was only so tall back then, your master..."
"Former master, he has been dead for many years." Gan Qing interrupted him slowly and poured him a glass of water, "You sit first, I haven't finished my meal, I have an appointment with an agent to see the house in the afternoon, and I have to leave in a while. "
Uncle Yang said, "I came to see you just for this. The hospital was so chaotic yesterday that I didn't have time to thank you."
Gan Qing smiled: "No..."
"Not only what happened last night, but Xiaochuan called me half the night in the middle of the night. I just realized that many things could be solved smoothly in the past because of your actions." Uncle Yang wore a pair of dark circles under his eyes, proving this. "Bansu" is actual data, not a rhetorical way, "Otherwise, if it's just kidnapping, that kid Yan Hao will not be able to eat and walk around. A few days ago, they were surrounded by walking gangs. It’s hard to come back all the way, in the past six months, those juniors who can make trouble have caused you a lot of trouble, thank you for being worthy.”
Yu Lanchuan left for work early in the morning. The kitchen window of 1003 faced the corridor. When Gan Qing was making breakfast, he felt like he was standing outside the window for a while.
Yesterday, I traveled so far, and when I came back, I called everywhere.
Yes... Haven't slept all night
Gan Qing couldn't tell what it was like for a while. She was someone who liked to sneak around corners. Although she was not as afraid of other people's eyes as the "Swallow" downstairs, she was not used to being paid attention. What, even if it is just a little effort, she will feel a little like a light on her back.
"The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves." Uncle Yang said, "At your age, you probably haven't seen your master a few times. Although I don't know what's going on inside your sect, but... Brother Chun, if you know about it, you should It is quite gratifying. Yan Hao came all the way from the south to join us. Xiaochuan's new house was not renovated, so he stayed here temporarily, and Dongsheng went to school for his children. After ten years of walking, he brought his family back to 111. I also lived in Meizhen by chance. Isn't this a destiny? I can see the five masters together again in my lifetime, which is also a good fortune in three lifetimes. Girl, when you are gone, the five masters will have regrets. "
Gan Qing lowered her head and smiled: "It's been almost a hundred years, so it's boring to make up such numbers. Gang Master Yang, did you hear yesterday? I'm just a rebellious teacher. You don't even ask me what I did?"
"You should know, one day you will know. If you don't have time, if you forcibly inquire about it, it may be just a glimpse of the leopard." Uncle Yang didn't care about her thorny attitude, just said, "Xiao Chuan has such a personality, for you After making a phone call all night, Meizhen also came forward to let you in, do I have to compare my eyesight to them?"
After he finished speaking, he stood up slowly: "Don't delay your meal, if you don't leave, Meizhen will slap her face again."
Gan Qing: "..."
"That's right." Uncle Yang walked to the door, suddenly remembered something, turned around and said to Gan Qing, "You don't remember, Xiaowei brought you one hundred and one times, in fact, it was the last time he was in the martial arts. Appeared. He said that when he was young and frivolous, he caused a lot of trouble, offended a lot of people, and it didn't matter to him himself, but with a little guy like you by his side, he had to have a lot of scruples. It's a matter of the rivers and lakes, so I plan to keep my name incognito and go into hiding."
Since then, Wei Xiao has become the chef Wei Changsheng.
Gan Qing looked at him blankly.
Helper Lao Yang walked out on crutches: "Your master, he must still love you very much."
Gan Qing sent the old man away, and the spirit flew to somewhere, and accidentally fried a piece of egg pancake.
Zhang Meizhen turned up the range hood and waved the kitchen cigarette: "What are you doing, life is over?"
Gan Qing hurriedly shoveled out the blackened slag and cleaned the ashes on the spatula. At this moment, the doorbell rang again.
1003, which is usually quiet and self-contained as a country, was particularly lively today. Zhang Meizhen opened the door and saw Han Zhou, who was on winter vacation, standing there holding a cardboard box.
The most promising little boy in the whole building saw Ms. Meizhen, with a wide-eyed smile, he jumped up, gave himself several generations, and opened his mouth and said, "Hello, Sister Meizhen, can I come to eat?"
"..." Zhang Meizhen's face changed a bit, and her tone involuntarily softened a lot, "No matter how big or small, who should you call me? Your father has to call me grandma. Who do these arrogant children learn from? They are all glib, alas, come in."
"This is a cake that my mother bought. Let me try it for my sisters. My grandfather is still in the hospital, and my parents are going to bed with me." Han Zhou raised the paper box, "Sister Gan Qing, my father asked me to give it to you. With a sentence, he said that when my grandfather is discharged from the hospital, he will definitely take him to the door to thank him, fortunately you live in 111, you must not move - do you want to move?"
Gan Qing: "Uh..."
Han Zhou jumped on the chair, his feet were still too far to reach the ground, and he hung melancholy, the future lover put his hands on his cheeks melancholy: "Then take me away, I want to go wandering with you. Tianya, why should you be trapped in this world, suffering... bitter... ah, what is suffering? Anyway, it means you have to go to school."
The adults in their family can't take care of him for a while. This little cub is having fun at home during the holiday, and it may have grown up on TV.
Gan Qing's last egg roll came out of the pot, and another uninvited guest came - fortunately she cooked a little more, otherwise it would not be enough.
This time, Liu Zhongqi came back. Liu Zhongqi just came back from school, like a big rabbit being chased by wolves. He didn't put down his schoolbag, so he jumped in in a panic, and said in horror, "Our last English test in the morning, After checking the answer with someone, I feel that my deadline is approaching, Mr. Mengmeng, quickly give me a score!"
Gan Qing: "..."
Finally, she sent a group to play her senior group, junior group, and "one-hearted learning group". It was more tiring than fighting cultists for 300 rounds in the suburbs, and the curtains didn't have time to go into the water, so it was time for her to make an appointment with someone else's agency. , had to go out in a hurry.
Taking the bus around the city for a week, I looked at the house several times, but it was not very good. With her budget, of course there would not be any good houses. The only place with decent conditions was a haunted house next to the cemetery.
Gan Qing got off the bus, swiped his fingers on the phone, hesitating whether to tell the intermediary to fix the haunted house. A beggar near the station who was picking up bottles from a rubbish heap saw her from a distance, grinned at her, and bowed. Gan Qing nodded in return, but the WeChat send button suddenly couldn't be pressed.
She wrapped her thick coat tightly, and walked into the night a little dazedly.
For the first time in her life, she was saved by someone, and she was a little overwhelmed.
Just walking to the vicinity of No. 110 Courtyard, before crossing the intersection, a figure suddenly flashed over. Gan Qing's feet shrank reflexively, his toes touched the ground, and he adjusted to the movement that he could kick out at any time. Only then did he see that he was blocking her. The person is Yan Hao.
"It's you," Gan Qing put down the raised ankle, "Why, did Master Yu call you too?"
Not really picky.
Yan Hao was stunned: "What, what?"
Gan Qing: "..."
Oh, accidentally being selfish.
"What's up?"
"That... that person," Yan Hao stammered, pointing to a man wandering at the intersection, "walking around here and saying that the police told him that his mother 'walked' on this road..."
Gan Qing followed his gaze and recognized the man at the intersection—I saw him once in the hospital yesterday, the son of the unfortunate old lady Lin.
Mrs. Lin's request for a reward was unsuccessful. After she died of a heart attack, the helpers secretly carried the old lady's body away and buried it, afraid of taking responsibility.
"The corpse was taken away from this road," Gan Qing asked Yan Hao, "what's the matter."
"I want to have a word with him... No, I don't know how to say it," Yan Hao scratched his head and scratched his cheeks. He was beaten and rescued by Gan Qing, and he even took the plastic villain from her, so he reluctantly took her as an acquaintance. He can still say a few words. It would be too hard for him to talk to strangers. "I don't have any evidence either... I don't necessarily know what to say. Can you help me..."
Gan Qing was confused by his topsy-turvy statement: "There is no evidence for what? What can help you? Wait wait... Take a breath, don't worry, first determine your subject, verb and guest."
"His mother, just... Mrs. Lin," Yan Hao said with difficulty, following the instructions of the grammar tutor Mengmeng teacher, "Missing... From this road... Quietly may have seen it. Quietly is... "
"The little girl in the pet store, I know," Gan Qing said, "then what happened?"
Yan Hao felt that he couldn't explain clearly, so he took out a small notebook from his pocket, which was a record of his face-to-face pen chat with Quietly.
"I saw someone riding an electric tricycle passing by here at night," the handwriting of the girl in Xianxiu wrote, "There was a sack as tall as a person on the car, and she called and said, 'Yanning people are tall and messy, causing trouble. ' or something. And then accidentally ride into a pit and everything falls off the car."
"The sack is moving."