Gan Qing was eerily silent for a few seconds, and after realizing what she had done, she took a stiff step back.
Gan Qing: "I... that one is not sober..."
Yu Lanchuan: "You still have my key!"
The two opened their mouths almost at the same time and closed their mouths at the same time, and their voices overlapped.
Gan Qing's eyes wandered down - Yu Lanchuan didn't know what to dig out just now, the wallet was open, the key was exposed, and there was a small Swiss Army knife for decoration on the keychain... She took it and grabbed someone's neck.
Gan Qing took a tissue from the side without saying a word, wiped the keychain of Xiao Yu's father, held it in both hands in a gesture of offering, and respectfully returned to Yu Lanchuan's bag, pretending that nothing happened. Pass.
She is usually too lazy to open her eyes, and her eyelids always cover half of the pupils, making people unable to see where the focal length is, and it seems that they are very close. Pressing down on the ground, with a little tears, she became innocent and obedient for no reason.
Not the same as usual.
Yu Lanchuan's mind moved, as if he saw a cluster of flowers growing in the cracks from the frozen rock, and he was a little shocked by the accident, so his tone involuntarily softened a bit: "Go eat something and take your body temperature. , I'll take you to the hospital."
Gan Qing followed him a few steps unconsciously, and the voices in her ears were separated from hers. With the intermittent tinnitus, her reaction was also half a beat.
Yu Lanchuan had already spread out the medicine and food she brought, and she said in a vague voice, "I don't need to go to the hospital, I just do this every time I catch a cold, burn for a day, sleep two nights and then go away, take medicine or not. It's alright... um..."
Her mind couldn't react a bit, she always felt that she forgot to say something, and it took a while to remember, and quickly added embarrassingly: "Why did you come back from the company on purpose? I'm so embarrassed."
It's not surprising that many people are polite. Gan Qing's original intention was to say "kind words", but because the polite words came out a little late, it seemed like they were made up later. , a little unfriendly.
Human language is so subtle, and sometimes a slight difference in tone and timing can reveal a completely different meaning.
Gan Qing felt it, and in order to avoid misunderstanding, she hurriedly turned her brain full of mucus, and made up a sentence: "But I just don't have the strength to get up to cook, this meal is really timely, Xiao Yu saved my dog's life. , great kindness, in the future..."
Yu Lanchuan gave her a cool look.
Gan Qing could only smirk.
Yu Lanchuan didn't mean to be angry, he ignored her, lowered his hair and sent a WeChat message to his colleagues, saying that he had something to do in the afternoon and asked for a long leave of absence.
After sending it, he put away his mobile phone and asked in a leisurely manner, "What will you do in the future? What can you do to repay me?"
Gan Qing: "..."
She figured it out, she had no money, no power, no family, no job, and no long-term possessions, so she could just cook—the taste and aesthetics seemed to be different from ordinary people, and they were not always accepted by the world. Xiao Yu is law-abiding, and as a model citizen, he probably doesn't have the need to buy murder.
It's no wonder that in folklore, the little monsters who repay their kindness promise to do so - they really don't have anything else to do.
However, Gan Qing always felt that stories such as "goblin repaying kindness and promising each other" are the fantasy of young men at the bottom of the old society.
If Xu Xianggong was a son and grandson, then the legend of the White Snake would not be a story of "repaying kindness", but "touching porcelain". Because Bai Niangzi is a blind liar who even fakes her household registration, her specialty is to use magic tricks to deceive her, and her beauty is all contrived.
What does the son want her to do? Scared to pee.
The follow-up development will probably be Xu Xianggong paying a lot of money to the master, and then the master and the monster fight for three hundred rounds.
Seeing her lack of words, Yu Lanchuan rolled his eyes, took out an electronic thermometer from the medicine bag and threw it to her: "I can't read the manual by myself."
With that said, he brought the cold soup to the kitchen and heated it one by one.
Gan Qing's hair was heavy, so she tilted her head over and put it on the back of the chair to reduce the burden on her neck. Through a slanted angle of view, she looked at Yu Lanchuan in the kitchen. With his back to her, Yu Lanchuan was familiarizing himself with their microwave oven. His always-straight shirt was covered with a simple wool vest, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist.
Xiao Yu is not a "grandson", but in the past, he would definitely be qualified to be a "son". He is talented and fluent in things. He is just around the corner from the gold list, and he is handsome. If he is attracted by the princess and dragged back to be the concubine, he will not have to pay off the mortgage.
Gan Qing thought for a while, and said, "I know a few people who have the ancestral craftsmanship of making swords... Although they all make handicrafts now, there must be some private collections at home. The 'Hanjiang Qijue' was forcibly turned into a stick technique. It's a pity to use the broomstick method, or I'll find you a sword?"
Yu Lanchuan said indifferently: "Zhenzhai? Go to you, my house is not decorated in Chinese style. I'm crazy. Hang a sword."
Gan Qing: "... Sect Master Yu, even if there is only one Sect Master left, it is still a Sword Sect."
The microwave made a "ding" sound, and the aroma of the food leaked out and flowed into the living room, warm and rich.
"We are a sect that makes swords, not a sect that worships swords." Yu Lanchuan said lightly, "What's the difference between swords, guns and sticks? Of course, it's better to keep your mouth shut."
Here it is again - Gan Qing held the thermometer and buried her face in her arms, smiling.
Yu Lanchuan didn't laugh, he put the hot food on the table: "Fist and feet are easy to spread, and swords will definitely develop into stage performances, and it may be completely lost someday. What's the matter? Besides, I don't like using real swords either. ."
Gan Qing asked strangely: "Why? Have you reached the realm where you can be a swordsman with 'Flying Flowers and Picking Leaves'?"
"Knives and other weapons are high-risk operations. I should be considered a 'risk averse' and don't like to touch such things." Yu Lanchuan paused, "Oh, 'risk averse' means..."
Gan Qing replied: "When the wind is smooth, you will be like someone walking on thin ice."
"Almost." Yu Lanchuan shrugged, seeing that it was inconvenient for her to hold the thermometer, so he put a bowl of soup for her, and put a spoon in her left hand, "It doesn't sound as cool as a gambler, doesn't it? It smells of wolfberry and red dates. ."
However, since he is a person who "walks on thin ice", why is he willing to show his face and block the rebellion of the menacing beggar gang alone
Gan Qing thought to herself, if she asked this question, Yu Lanchuan would definitely reply to her impatiently, "That's a last resort, there's no choice, otherwise what else can I do".
Some people regard money as dung, and are willing to exchange BMW sable fur for fine wine, just to have a good time. All things are like floating clouds, only love is deep and righteous.
Yu Lanchuan didn't have this kind of dashing, he was like the kind of old rich man who usually digs and breaks a penny into eight-petaled flowers. He is so mean that people can't laugh or cry, but you know, at the juncture of life and death, he is willing to give up everything he values. , ruined for you.
"What are you looking at?" Yu Lanchuan was stunned by her gaze, and his face became stern, "Why do I think you are a little stupid today—the electronic thermometer is enough for one minute, and it's time to see how mature you are."
The thermometer showed thirty-eight degrees five, which was considered a high fever.
Yu Lanchuan frowned and put down his chopsticks: "I'll go downstairs to buy some antipyretics."
Gan Qing's eyes fell on the dial of the thermometer. It might have been a short circuit. She blurted out, "I don't want a knife, nor a sword. But the highest level I invite people to eat is McDonald's. If you treat me so well, I will Insolvent."
Her tail is very long, with a hoarse nasal sound, like a sticky, like the legendary spider spirit lying on the spider silk, dangerous and gorgeous, sticking the moth Yu Lanchuan in place.
The two of them were separated by a small table the size of a palm, and they could count each other's eyelashes.
Yu Lanchuan's throat rolled slightly, then he stood up slowly, put his hands on the small table, and leaned down in Gan Qing's direction, his height brought a certain sense of oppression.
When his brows are still, the corners of his eyes and mouth are horizontal and vertical, neither upturned nor sagging. His original expression has a rational and cold taste, reminiscent of the calm sea with icebergs floating, and the invisible surging underneath. of undercurrents and vortices.
Yu Lanchuan said in her ear, "You can apply for a loan extension and pay the interest first."
Gan Qing seemed to be fixed in that small shadow, motionless.
Yu Lanchuan lowered his eyes slightly and counted five times in his heart—it is said that this is the time for an adult to calm down from his impulses, and he politely gave this time to the other party.
However, Gan Qing's response today was extraordinarily slow, and it seemed that he failed to seize this opportunity.
Yu Lanchuan sighed, pinched her earlobe lightly, and the breath swept across her cheeks, like a gust of wind, which made people suddenly unable to tell whether they touched or not. . Then he stood up straight, put on his coat and went downstairs to buy medicine.
It wasn't until she heard the door ring that Gan Qing blinked and woke up like a dream.
She was so burned that she couldn't find the North, and complex issues such as "the future", "matching the family", "worship", "where to go", etc., she would think about it at all, and only a handful of brain cells remained. Dutifully wired up her suddenly vented nose, recording the smell of cologne lingering around her.
Mint.