Wang Jake didn't know how long she ran along, and the adrenaline gradually subsided. She began to feel the burning pain in her feet, as if she was stepping on a hot wheel, and her hair that had not had time to wipe in the small black shop was frozen. From head to toe, it is ice and fire.
Only then did she see clearly that the one who was pulling her was a tall and thin young woman with a black turtleneck sweater and black trousers. The collar of the sweater was rolled up, blocking the lower half of her face, just like wearing a night walk in a movie. Dressed woman. This person has a strong sense of direction, and he hardly hesitates at his feet. He dragged and dragged all the way, and it didn't take long to lead her to the road.
It wasn't until he saw the sparse traffic and the pedestrians returning late that Wang Jiake's heart in his mouth fell back to his chest.
Pedestrians cast strange glances at this embarrassed barefoot girl. Wang Jiake usually feels embarrassed when she falls on the road and is seen by others. At this time, she was surrounded by onlookers wearing such a shape, but she wanted to cry with joy. A feeling of being back in the world again.
The fear of the past few days suddenly erupted, Wang Jiake's knees softened and he fell to the ground.
Gan Qing was staggered by her.
"I... My feet hurt." Wang Jiake didn't finish her words, but tears came down first. She seemed to feel that it was not good to complain to strangers, so she reached out and wiped two random hands in the corner of her eyes, trying desperately to hold back.
But tears were like a flood, which easily overwhelmed her underdeveloped sanity. Wang Jiake's mouth flattened and drooped several times, and finally burst into tears like a child, saying incoherently, "It hurts... I'm scared... scared to death. I am, Mom…”
Gan Qing was about to bend over to talk to her, but she didn't expect that the other party unilaterally gave her a seniority, and she was given a face by "mother", and she didn't dare to take the lead, so she had to swallow the words. Inadvertently, he sucked into the fine hair on the sweater.
She first tracked the monkeys and needed to keep quiet, and then she had to maintain her style in front of the two major gangs. This sneeze had been held for most of the night, and she couldn't bear it. When she turned around, she spit out a shocking breath, if it wasn't for the sweater collar blocking it. , almost fired his nose out.
Wang Jiake was frightened by the sneeze, and cried even more fiercely.
Gan Qing dazedly took a breath, glanced at her, and felt that there was no problem - the girl's feet were not seriously injured, she just stepped on a few small stones, the soles of her feet were too tender, and a bunch of fine fragments were scratched out. Small wounds look miserable.
Gan Qing: "Hey, I said..."
Wang Jiake struggled to return her a series of hiccups, and rolled his eyes in choking.
Gan Qing hurriedly said: "Forget it, you cry first, take your time, I won't disturb you."
Wang Jiake let go of his throat in response: "Woo..."
Gan Qing pulled down the collar, sighed in the palms of her hands, rubbed her cold hands, and stared boredly at the traffic lights at the intersection.
"When you sneeze, someone misses you."
When she was a child, she lived in the back alley of a mud pond. Meng Tianyi said this when she was teasing her.
Gan Qing, who was in elementary school at the time, thought it was amazing, because "someone misses you", this world that she knew only a little about seemed to have some kind of inexplicable connection with her. She appeared on the stage in a single thought, and as many people missed her, she had as many avatars as she had, and they were together thousands of times.
It wasn't until she was a little older that she realized that this was a rather sad joke.
It is said that decades after a person's death, the people who once remembered him gradually died out, and this person would be completely forgotten by the world, thus ushering in a second, more complete death. This statement sounds very sad at first, but when you think about it, it is quite romantic - after all, some people have been forgotten by the world when they are alive, and they will not miss any important information if they lose their mobile phones for a day. Netizens leave messages, and they will soon be submerged in the vast information flow.
If a sneeze can provoke a miss, that's too cheap.
Gan Qing smiled bitterly, but subconsciously took out the phone that was turned off.
For a moment, she stared at the start-up screen of her phone, trembling with anticipation in her heart, hoping that a question like "Why haven't you come back" pops up... even if it's not so polite.
At this moment, a small cold wind blew, Gan Qing's nose itchy, and she sneezed again.
It's over, it doesn't work - the two sneezes are "someone scolded you".
Sure enough, her cell phone shivered like a shofar wind.
"Where? Talk back!"
"Didn't you find a parking space and drove your car to Siberia!"
"You rubbish, shut down again!!!"
Gan Qing: "..."
Sure enough, someone scolded her.
Call Yu Lanchuan back, but the other party has stopped answering.
"Hey," Gan Qing sighed, listening to Wang Jiake's crying subside, so she patted her, "Don't cry, I'll take you to buy a pair of shoes first."
The word "buy shoes" really brought back Wang Jiake's sanity. Her scattered eyes focused a little, and she sobbed and said, "But the specialty store should be closed, where can I buy it?"
"I don't know which way the door opens, even if it's not closed. It's also a specialty store." Gan Qing handed Wang Jiake a hand and asked her to limping to help her stand up, "Don't worry, it's not far. "
Sure enough, it was not far. Five minutes later, she led Wang Jake to a nearby convenience supermarket that was open 24 hours a day.
Wang Jiake stood on tiptoe, bewildered and avoided the beer and soda boxes stacked at the entrance of the small supermarket, looking at the cotton slippers that Gan Qing was holding for eight yuan a pair, dumbfounded.
The cool "Woman in Nightcrawler" said, "I have my wallet in my coat, and I only have ten dollars left in my mobile phone wallet. Let's make do with it, can I wear it?"
"… Put on."
Gan Qing asked again: "What are you going to do? Go to the hospital first? The police station? Or go home?"
Wang Jiake's frozen hair stuck to his face and looked back at Gan Qing blankly. The two of them stared at each other for a while, then Gan Qing sighed again and took out his mobile phone: "Anyway, I'll give it to your family first. Call someone to report safety."
"The number is in my phone, I can't memorize it." Wang Jiake didn't answer, lowered her head and muttered, then her shoulders slumped down, "I... owe a lot of money... There are loan sharks in my family who squatted at me and didn't have the face to call me back. Mom and Dad."
She said, as if she was about to cry again, Gan Qing lost her temper, and at this moment, her cell phone rang.
"Less than the police officer? What... uh, okay." Gan Qing listened to it for a while, her expression became more and more strange, she was silent for a moment, then turned to Wang Jiake, who had no masters, and said, "I'd better take you to the police station first."
The police station was as lively as going to a market, and there was not enough space.
"Wait, sir, report your age again... Who brought back such an old man?!"
"Anyone injured? Would you like to call 120 first just in case?"
"They said there was no fight, just chatting."
"Fart, chat is so exciting, what are you talking about? Conspiracy to subvert the earth?"
"Hey, have I seen you somewhere? Did you come in once before, the one in the Spiderman suit..."
"Is this a control knife? Whose it is? And this... mahogany, with a 'hurried as a law' engraved on the bottom, who is this? It belongs to the feudal superstition tool! Just cracked down on a group, You are still doing it! Doing it!"
"It's not a feudal superstition, it's a misunderstanding," Yu Yan sweated on his forehead, rushed over to ask for the peach wood sword with both hands, turned his head, and the veins on his forehead throbbed violently, "I'm not on duty today, I thought it was Christmas Eve! Yu Lanchuan, I Really convinced, since I met you, the gap between my dream and reality is getting bigger and bigger!"
Yu Lanchuan crossed Erlang's legs with a face of lawsuit: "How many times have I said it, I'm in self-defense, when will you be done? The staff is redundant and the work efficiency is low. I still have work to do at night, so I need to call a lawyer. ?"
Yu Yan quickly knelt down to him: "Master! It's all here, can you stop and stop looking for trouble?"
The elder Zhao next to him also had seven dissatisfied and eight dissatisfied faces, with a catfish mouth, and he did not say a word, and let his younger brother speak for him.
The battered policeman on duty was so angry that he was going crazy: "Are people so arrogant now? That one was a senior gold collar just now, and he was looking for a lawyer! A retired employee here is also looking down on the world! You are always afraid that you are not a retired employee, but abdicated. The Supreme Emperor? Shall I kneel down, long live, long live, long live!"
"That..." Gan Qing poked her head at the door of the police station, "Did I come at the wrong time?"
She couldn't pick up the car casually with Wang Jake, and she ran out of change on the bus, so she had to take a taxi back to the vicinity of 111, put Wang Jake in the car, and went to Yu Lanchuan's car to get her coat and wallet. Wang Jiake, who had just been traumatized, was forced to spend five minutes alone with the unfamiliar taxi driver.
Gan Qing pushed her in front of the police: "I got this guy back, how many people can I replace?"
The police who came out to receive her during their busy schedules were stunned by the bandit style of exchanging hostages.
Yu Yan: "..."
Tired into scum.
There was a lot of chaos. Except for a few people who were carrying controlled knives, everyone else was released. In the cold wind, they stood in two rows, each waiting for the car to pick up. Almost everyone held a phone.
Yu Lanchuan called a taxi and explained a few words to the anxious high school students at home. Han Dongsheng apologized to Zhou Beibei in a low voice because his father-in-law's sword was confiscated by the police. Yan Hao sent a message to Boss Jiang, saying that he was going back soon. Zhang Meizhen took out her mobile phone, stared at the screen for a while, turned her head and pressed it off again.
Elder Zhao, who was surrounded by disciples, probably received a call from his children. He swept away the arrogance of beating the dog stick before, and spoke to his family in a low voice: "It's too cold... The phone is turned off by itself, I didn't see it... Hey, this is Just go back, just go back, I can accompany Niuniu to kindergarten tomorrow, don't delay, don't worry..."
Elder Tian stood beside him with his pocket in his pocket, motionless, wondering what he was thinking.
"People of our age, we practiced kung fu hard when we were young." Zhang Meizhen suddenly said softly, "It would be really winter practice Sanjiu and summer practice Sanfu!"
Gan Qing's sneezes, which were half brewing, were interrupted by her, and she looked back at her with tears in her eyes.
The car they called came, Zhang Meizhen pushed her into the taxi, Gan Qing was so hot that she couldn't open her eyes, she heard Zhang Meizhen say to herself: "The scenery is gone, the response has been answered, and the situation has passed... For a lifetime, too much for fame and too much pursuit of 'indifference' would be considered an overkill. I don't know what his subordinates are thinking. When he was young, Tian traveled all over the world, claiming to be home to the world. Female, in addition to subsistence allowances, I rely on the occasional gifts from my disciples to make a living. Clothes are estimated to be filial piety from the disciples, so I don’t want to sew patches directly. The surname Zhao is not bad. I used to work in the bus company, and I had a little pension, not much. I heard that his sons and daughters don't take him seriously. He even rushed to bring granddaughters to others. He saved money for his children and grandchildren. Is it?"
"Our generation is getting old, and many people don't like to pass on kung fu to the next generation. Lao Yu has always followed the fate, and Lao Yang said 'one generation is not as good as the next', and he has never forced his granddaughter to practice sticks, even your master. The temper of such a slanted swordsman, I want to understand it in my later years." Zhang Meizhen smiled, "Pole, it's not that he doesn't want to teach you well, it's that Kungfu is too hard, and it's useless after the hard work, but it makes people proud of their skills. , refused to live a steady life.”
In the gang of beggars, he is clearly a nine-sack elder who responds to every call, but after changing his patched clothes, he can only be a dingy little person.
What kind of identity would such a person identify with
The old gang leader always said that those floating names are like phantoms of smoke and dust, people are among them, and you can't be fascinated by these things.
If the old man is really sober, why is he still in his 90s and still refuses to put down that green bamboo stick
Gan Qing took a breath: "How is Gang Leader Yang?"
Zhang Meizhen glanced at her: "You know."
"I met a few people from the Beggar Gang." Gan Qing thought for a while, then concealed the part where Yang Ping mentioned Wei Xiao, and briefly described his experience for most of the night, "That Yang..."
"Yang Ping." Zhang Meizhen sighed, "That kid had his hands abolished by your master, and then his own father broke a leg. How can he still be so tough?"
"The first time I saw him, he was less than ten years old." Zhang Meizhen seemed to be in a trance, and after a while, she said, "Those with thin arms and thin legs have a big head. I haven't seen any problems at that time. ... Boys, you may grow up early or late, and there are some who start to grow taller in seventeen or eighteen. The son of the gang leader is very favored in the beggar gang. The person who took the photo was not real, but the child took it seriously. At that time, I was still a big girl, younger than you, full of food, like old men, and fell in love with Yang Qing... "
"The patient is temporarily out of danger, but he is too old to be observed in the ICU for a while. Where are the family members? Come here to sign!"
The gang leader Lao Yang heard the granddaughter answer and said something to the doctor. The voice seemed to be separated by a layer of film, and it was in a trance, which did not enter his ears. After a while, the hospital bed under him vibrated slightly, someone pushed him away, and he struggled to open his eyes a little.
"Grandpa! Grandpa? Can you hear me... Grandpa... is he awake, is he conscious..."
The woman's voice was crisp and sweet, suddenly far and near, and gradually, it became the voice of another person.
"Yang Qing," he heard the man's call from the distant past, clearly tense, and pretending to be indifferent, "Tell you something, I'm interested in you."