Gan Qing really didn't expect that he still remembers himself, because this gentleman has a very prominent image and temperament, and at first glance he belongs to the kind of "women in the world are all vulgar fans, I would rather fall in love with myself in front of the mirror".
So she was stunned for a moment, and then answered very briefly: "Just moved here."
"You work with Boss Meng, right," Yu Lanchuan said, "I remember that a relative of his family lives here. Did he find a house for you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Yang's eyes turned and landed on Gan Qing: "Meng? Is it that kid of Heaven's Will?"
Gan Qing suspected that Yu Lanchuan had taken the wrong medicine. After saying hello, he even condescended to talk to her!
Uncle Yang's gaze made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles - an old man who has been immersed in martial arts all his life, he knows every muscle and every bone in the human body how to move and how to exert force. Don't look at his eyes that make the flower mirror magnify like an alien, but his eyes seem to contain purple electric cyan frost, and when he sweeps over, it makes people feel faint.
Gan Qing pretended not to pay attention, took a calm breath, and tried to relax herself as much as possible, but at this moment, the chain of her right hand fell off, and her two slightly bent fingers spasmed uncontrollably.
This slight movement immediately fell into Lao Yang's eyes, and Lao Yang asked cheerfully, "Girl, what's wrong with your hand?"
Gan Qing pursed her lips and smiled, changed her luggage, and said vaguely, "It's a little heavy."
"Help others." Lao Yang asked Yu Lanchuan, and then said, "Have you ever been injured on this hand?"
Yu Lanchuan bent down in response, took her big bag, and noticed her hands, which were calloused. Even in summer, the skin was still very dry, and the fingertips that were neglected were sparsely grown with a few barbs. Traces of life ravaged. She clasped her right wrist, as if trying to calm down her stiff right hand, but instead it trembled even more because of the tension, rustling the long sleeves of her dress.
It looks a little pathetic.
"I fell on the side of the road when I was a child, and my wrist was run over by a tricycle," Gan Qing said. "The hospital in our hometown can't work, and it has never been cured."
"Oh, isn't this a delay," Lao Yang sighed slowly, "At a young age, the muscles and bones are trivial, and it's a big deal to hurt the meridians."
Gan Qing pretended not to understand and agreed dryly.
Lao Yang suddenly took half a step towards her. Following his movements, the crutch that was under his elbow slanted slightly, and the two were about one meter apart. From the layman's point of view, it was actually the old man's hug. Tired of holding the urn, change the position to stand.
However, for Gan Qing, who is only a square inch, more than half of her attention is actually on the stick. The suffocation was overwhelmed, and she instinctively wanted to avoid it.
And Lao Yang was waiting for her action with a burning gaze.
At this moment, the elevator door suddenly opened, and the gust of air rushed towards the face with the scent of perfume, which immediately dispelled the suffocating atmosphere, Gan Qing's tensed muscles suddenly relaxed, and someone said, "Grandpa, What did you get this?"
The three of them looked up together, and saw a woman coming down from the elevator, with long hair, tied into a loose ponytail, and a face of hyaluronic acid. She couldn't tell how old she was. She was wearing a brand name, carrying a brand bag, and stepping on a pair of big prints under her feet. The brand-name shoes with logo, from head to toe, are like a walking luxury display cabinet, the fragrance is blowing in the action, and the four big golden characters on the top of the head - the old lady is rich.
"Don't go home and pick up junk," said the woman, "I just threw your broken pickle jar this morning."
When the calm old Uncle Yang saw her, his blood pressure skyrocketed, and his demeanor suddenly collapsed: "Who told you to throw my things again!"
"If you don't throw it, you'll get fat." The woman sipped her chewing gum and blew a bubble at the old man, "You don't need to dress up as a begger, I'll treat you as a cosplay, but if you want food, you should concentrate on it, what are you picking up across the border? Ruddy! Tsk... Handsome guy, let my sister have a good time."
Uncle Yang said, "It's a big weekend, you look like a fairy, where are you going to make trouble?"
"The gym, I haven't been to the gym for a week. This broken needle is really delaying things."
"I asked you to practice sticks with me. If you don't practice, you have to spend a lot of money to go to that...what room, and hold a hammer with a stupid big guy, you..."
"Grandpa, people want to practice chest and buttocks, what kind of sticks are you practicing? I'm not Sun Wukong." The woman shook her hair, not shy about the presence of outsiders, and said, "Besides, do you think you are convincing? , what can I get out of practicing with you? A washboard?"
Gan Qing felt a pain in her knees for no reason.
Uncle Yang is so angry that his face is red and his neck is thick, and he may need a quick-acting heart-saving pill.
The woman laughed and walked away. When she left, she also put a power on Yu Lanchuan, which caused Mr. Yu's strong discomfort - he regretted that he had come in a hurry today and dressed too low-key.
After such a disturbance, Uncle Yang finally turned his attention away from Gan Qing, clutching his heart, and the old man tremblingly supported Yu Lanchuan's arm: "The family is unfortunate, the family is unfortunate!"
Yu Lanchuan got on the elevator, pressed "10", glanced at Gan Qing, saw that she was not moving, and asked, "The tenth floor?"
Gan Qing: "Yeah."
"So coincidental?" he thought. "It's quite fate."
Uncle Yang's tone hadn't gotten over yet, and he was babbling on the side: "Look at what these unworthy descendants have become! I will go down in the future, but I won't have the face to see my grandfather... Xiaochuan, I think you are the only one left in the younger generation. It's gone. Big Brother Old Yu is gone, you can move back here in the future, and make more friends."
Yu Lanchuan smiled perfunctorily and thought absently, "I don't want to know them at all, I just want the 8.5 million."
The space of the old-fashioned elevator was small, Gan Qing was not far from him, Yu Lanchuan could see the profile face when he lowered his eyes, her brow bone was straight, the bridge of her nose was high, and there was a little harmless little hump on her face. A thin layer of skin covers the bones, there is no excess meat, and the lines are extremely clean.
Perhaps because of the high bridge of the nose, this silhouette once again evoked his long-standing memories, which made Yu Lanchuan feel a little incredible, because she and the person in her memory were completely different from each other, completely two extremes.
He remembered that man was like a wildfire, and even in the darkest night, he could see that kind of vigorous vitality from a few kilometers away, brilliant and enthusiastic.
As for the person in front of me... tsk, like a lighter without oil, it takes a long time to press a bunch of dry little sparks, probably before anyone can see it clearly, "呲la" goes out again.
Uncle Yang—Maybe he is used to being ignored by his granddaughter, and he didn’t find Yu Lanchuan distracted, and he was still chattering: "Old Yu has an unusual feeling for this house. Usually, many friends from other places come here, but they all come here when they can't find a place to stay. Find him. Xiaochuan, if Grandpa Yang is nosy, you probably don't want to come back and live, and you don't want to care about it, but can you not sell it to others?"
"Alas," Yu Lanchuan thought helplessly, "don't test my conscience!"
The elevator arrives in a blink of an eye. The tenth floor has a wide view. From upstairs down, you can see the entire quiet courtyard. Although the public corridor is narrow, it is very clean. I don’t know who is cooking meat at home, and the smell wafts all over the corridor. Both are. Reminds him of when he was a child, he came to live at his grandfather's house on weekends. Grandpa always felt that he didn't eat well at school, so he would cook a large table of dishes for him, fry and fry them. Vegetables", the old man would cook a little more at a time, and then let him carry the bowl to the neighbors after he got out of the pot.
The neighbors of No. 110 Courtyard seem to be different from the neighbors in other places. Where Yu Lanchuan lives now, he doesn't even know whether the neighbors are male or female.
He suddenly moved in his heart, if the house really can't be sold, and moving here, it's not impossible to consider, anyway, it can save rent, and don't have to drive to work, I'm afraid that the old man's friends and friends will always bother you...
"That's it, thank you." Gan Qing gently pulled the bag in Yu Lanchuan's hand, "I'm sorry, I'm in trouble."
Yu Lanchuan came back to his senses, returned the luggage to her, and looked up at the house number—1003—the old man lives in 1004, next door.
He remembered that the next-door neighbor seemed to be…
Before he could recall, the door of 1003 was opened from the inside. Boss Meng said that his second aunt's surname was Zhang, and Gan Qing quickly stood up straight: "Nanny Zhang..."
"Grandma" choked in her throat.
I saw this legendary old lady in her old age, permed her head with big waves, highlighted a few pinks, put on make-up, and the curled false eyelashes were especially conspicuous, and a row of glittering nails was glued to her nails. Rhinestones with blind dog eyes, and pink bows on home slippers.
Uncle Yang sighed heavily beside him, his expression very difficult to describe.
"By the way," Yu Lanchuan thought with an expressionless face, "the neighbor's house is a pansi hole, and there lives an old witch who likes to do something to little boys."
When Grandma Zhang opened the door and saw Yu Lanchuan, she laughed like a flower, her eyelashes flickered like a fan: "You are the tenant my nephew was looking for? The handsome guy looks familiar, have you seen it before?"
"Hello, grandma, my grandfather asked me to send you a box of fried lotus root." Yu Lanchuan fixed his glasses with a blank face, "I live next door, so I'll go first."
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his long legs and blew away from the old witch like a gust of wind.
Only then did Mrs. Zhang see Gan Qing clearly, and she was silent for a while. She called Boss Meng angrily and roared, "Who told you to find me a girl!"
From the leaked phone, Boss Meng replied even more angrily: "Okay, okay! I'm already old, and I don't want to find a second uncle who is not as old as my son!"
"...Forget it." Yu Lanchuan thought.
Gui Wulin is long overdue.