As soon as he finished speaking, the traffic light turned green at the empty intersection.
Yu Lanchuan was afraid that Gan Qing would react. As soon as the green was green, he dragged Gan Qing across the road as if in a hurry. He was tall and long and walked with wind, and he dragged Gan Qing, who could not laugh or cry, like a kite.
Yu Lanchuan is a clothes rack. From the back, his back is neither wide nor narrow, his shoulders are extremely flat, the thin coat with no folds shows a light body temperature, and the cuff shows one side of his shirt, which is spotlessly white.
At first glance, it is carefully grown and carefully grown.
For some reason, Gan Qing remembered that late summer night she had left behind for many years.
Fifteen years ago was too long ago, and for Gan Qing, what happened that day was far from thrilling, and the memory has long been blurred. At this moment, she suddenly grabbed a bit of thread, and hurriedly fell in front of her to take a closer look. The image of a boy with only a puppy's pants was blurred, and his eyebrows gradually appeared, which overlapped with the person in front of him.
At that time, his eyes were bigger than now, his eyelids were not thin enough to a piece of paper, his sharp bones were buried under the baby fat, because his black eyes were a little bigger than others, his eyes looked very quiet when looking at people, such a hot and sticky man At night, he was kidnapped by the rabble of the Walking Gang for a day and a night, and he seemed to be as clean as he is now.
The smell of the landfill, which was comparable to biological and chemical weapons, didn't come to him.
It makes people feel that he is not a poor man, but a well-founded man.
By the way, he was still a "sister" at that time. When he grew up, he learned to be five people and six!
A strand of hair on Gan Qing's temple was blown to her face by the wind, just so that her nose got stuck. She slammed her head twice, and the strand of hair was lingering on the bridge of her nose, with no intention of coming down. It made her itchy and wanted to laugh, so she burst out laughing: "Little Master Yu, I want to make a report."
Yu Lanchuan: "What?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that Gan Qing's hand moved, Yu Lanchuan's fingers first subconsciously tightened, and then he realized that it was inappropriate, and he hurriedly wanted to let go, but found that Gan Qing's hand was lifted up, touching the back of his hand. The protruding phalanx on the top rubbed the strand of hair down, and the hair flew away, revealing her eyes that were not serious. When the light hit her, there seemed to be more than a thousand layers in the pupils, and the head could not be seen at a glance. Aiming at him: "Report, use my hand."
Yu Lanchuan: "…"
Demons are demonic!
When he was distracted, he unknowingly crossed the road and was taken away by Gan Qing. Yu Lanchuan curled his thumb in the palm of his hand, squeezed each finger, and started a frantic search in his heart, trying to fill the gap between the two with a topic.
"Your last question," he asked solemnly, his voice low and deep, "what do you mean?"
Gan Qing glanced at him with a half-smile but not a smile - Xiao Yu is a white-collar worker who rarely gets exposed to the wind and the sun, and the collar's white face is also white, and the little white face can't hide the blood, from the auricle to the chin, it's really cute.
After laughing, the corners of her mouth faltered slightly, and she was a little helpless. She is like an ice monster snow monster who broke into the world from the extreme cold. She is accustomed to the emptiness, loneliness and coldness. When she first encounters human affection, she is dizzy and stressed by the warm wind, and she doesn't know what to do.
"Quietly mentioned the time when her father lost contact. She was one year and ten months old. I saw that her work card said Gemini. It should be her birthday at the end of May and the beginning of June, and she will be 18 years old when her birthday is 18 years old. , the time when her father lost contact should be the spring of 16 years ago." Gan Qing said, "I am more sensitive to this time, so I asked a lot."
Yu Lanchuan asked, "What happened to the spring sixteen years ago?"
"It's nothing," Gan Qing said lightly. "There was an explosion in a small flour factory in a neighboring province, killing more than a dozen people. Among them, two corpses had wounds three inches and two minutes long on their necks, so people said it was Wan Muchun who washed his hands. The water in the golden basin has been drank back, and we have to re-enter the rivers and lakes."
Yu Lanchuan paused: "The mailing address she said just now is also..."
"Well, maybe, maybe it's a coincidence."
Yu Lanchuan's mind changed abruptly: "I heard Lao Han say that when the flour mill exploded, 18 lives were involved, most of them were innocent ordinary people, and there were children. There were traces of Wan Muchun on the dead. He refused to come out and explain, so what happened?"
"A wound that is three inches and two minutes long can be considered an anti-counterfeiting mark." Gan Qing said slowly, "For example, if you hire me to kill someone..."
Yu Lanchuan: "Am I sick?"
"For example," Gan Qing waved his hand, "Employers usually have to make a deposit first, and in ancient times, it is to raise the head to exchange the final payment. In modern times, no one wants the head, so the final payment needs other tokens to prove this person. I didn't die in an accident, and I didn't pick up on other people's leaks - some employers will hire more than one killer just to be on the safe side. The special wound is the anti-counterfeiting mark, which is a unique skill, and it is difficult for outsiders to imitate. It is me who has this wound. But if no one pays, the killer doesn't need and won't reveal his special mark, understand? After all, people in Jianghu have many eyes, and it is better to do less than one thing. The more concealed the better for murder and arson. "
"So you mean the flour mill incident was a murder for hire?"
"Wei Xiao had already changed his name to Wei Changsheng at that time and kept his name incognito. Even if someone wanted to invite him out, no one could find him." Gan Qing said in a very calm and objective tone, "This matter is indeed Wei Huan. Do it, don't ask me why Wei Xiao took this charge on his behalf, I told you before, I don't know, maybe my deviant 'elder brother' is the true root of Wan Muchun, is he Wei Wei? I don’t know who Xiao was born to, anyway, the old man taught him a lot more than he taught me to be well-intentioned.”
Yu Lanchuan frowned: "But why do you link these two things together, just because of the coincidence of time and place?"
"I can't tell, intuition." Gan Qing paused, she raised her head, the trees on both sides of the road were already green, and there was a narrow sky, and there was a little mist in the distance, "It may be because of the walking gang. Let’s talk to Wang Jiusheng—Sister Meizhen said that it’s because I owe my hands and mouths, calling Wang Jiusheng a kingpin, angering him, and causing the disaster, but… I’m not excusing myself, I always feel that it’s not right.”
Although Wang Jiusheng is not a good thing, but a person who can wash himself clean and flawless, help the Beiruozhu for decades, and call for wind and rain, he will not even have such a heart - there is a threshold for being a big bad embryo. , A person like Yang Ping who is relatively fragile, sensitive and inferior, is generally only worthy of being a wandering little pervert.
That line of words she wrote back then was purely childish, and it was just a prank. Even if he really touched Wang Jiusheng's inverse scale, does he need to confront Wan Muchun directly
Even if Wei Xiao becomes Wei Changsheng, it is by no means easy to deal with. He must be very careful and kill him with one strike. Otherwise, Wang Jiusheng's family has a great career, and Wan Muchun is pervasive. Dangerous. He took Wei Xiao's life after many years of planning and exhaustion. If he just scolded the street for the little girl's words, then this person would be too boring.
"I always feel that there is something between Wang Jiusheng and Wan Muchun. That time I rescued you, at best, exposed Wei Xiao's hiding place." Gan Qing walked slowly in the direction of 111. He said thoughtfully, "What you whispered is not necessarily true, can you hear it?"
"Especially about her uncle, the messenger, it's very vague, and it's not quite right when you think about it." Yu Lanchuan pushed his glasses, "I just don't know if it's because she was young and the words she conveyed to her elders were unclear, or she made it up on purpose. deceitful."
She could not speak quietly, but Gan Qing could understand a few sentences in sign language, but Yu Lanchuan knew nothing, so she could only communicate with them by writing on paper. Writing is relatively slow, and occasionally I get stuck when I forget to write a pen, which itself gives people more processing time, and it is easier to lie than direct oral communication.
Yu Lanchuan: "Why does she have to lie to us? Didn't Yan Hao always have a good relationship with her?"
Gan Qing shook her head, and she suddenly changed her voice: "I don't know if you feel that these old people want to bury the grievances and grievances of the old rivers and lakes in their generation."
Needless to say, the generation of Wujue was born in troubled times and smoked in all directions, and caught up with the era of heroes. They are the last glory of martial arts.
Further down, their parents have caught up with the decades of drastic changes in the times, with vicissitudes of life, deep valleys and mountains, their youth is turbulent, noisy and full of absurdity. Between the ups and downs, countless sects have disappeared, and the hero's dream has become a bubble.
But when it comes to their generation, everything has changed. The social rules have not waited for the old people to adapt, and they will be remodeled on their own. The old guys are left far behind. Expect with the younger generation. Clumsily trying to pass on the essence of martial arts of "chivalry", "responsibility", "tenacity", and "brothers at home and abroad", and get rid of those discord and dross, it is best not to even mention it.
But everything is one and two sides, how can there be anything that is full of positive energy
It is too wishful thinking.
The result of the old guys hiding and tucking away is to leave a bunch of historical problems for the younger generation who are confused.
"Wei Xiao... Wei Xiao once wanted me to study medicine. We have children who take the college entrance examination every year, and he pushes them to apply for medicine. He tells me every day that he wants to learn a craft that is useful to society. I don't know how he does it. I think so." Gan Qing laughed, "But for so many years, I haven't seen him succeed in a single case."
"why?"
"Even if the kids in the back alley of Nitang go to high school, most of them are from No. 13 Middle School," Gan Qing said lazily. "No. 3 Middle School and No. 13 Middle School are less than two stops, and there is only one word left. You cultivate the pillars. , we cultivate the mud under the feet of the pillars, and after the exam, all we receive are the admission notices from the brick moving site at the door, what kind of medicine do you study?"
Yu Lanchuan suddenly paused: "Are you from the Thirteenth Middle School?"
Gan Qing shrugged at him, not ashamed of her alma mater - she was the same as her alma mater.
Yu Lanchuan's eyes suddenly lit up: "We went to No. 13 Middle School to play basketball, do you remember? The city's youth basketball competition was held for one year, and the next year, the principals of several key high schools jointly sued for delaying the students. Study, but also easy to get injured - we are away in the finals, in the 13th middle school, the stands at your school were full that day, and I was the point guard."
In fact, he is not only a point guard, but also a captain. With a combination of academics, under the rubbish foul play of No. 13 Middle School, he just grabbed the championship from the hooligans.
The game was so hot that when I remembered it ten years later, Yu Lanchuan had to press down the corners of his mouth to maintain his restraint, pretending to mention it accidentally, and secretly rubbing "Am I very handsome?" On the head, wait for Gan Qing to pick it by himself.
He also coughed dryly, deliberately put on a nonchalant expression, and said, "The ball was played casually, it seems like I won... Alas, I can't remember, just remember that the small restaurant near your school is good, you go to see our game Yet?"
"No," who knew that Gan Qing's words extinguished the fire in his eyes, "After all, I belong to the elegant scholar in the 13th Middle School, and I don't like to join in this kind of fun."
Yu Lanchuan: "…"
Gan Qing liked to see the subtle appearance of his facial features suddenly froze, and couldn't help teasing him a little more: "But you guys didn't go faster than the end of the game, you were doing virtues at the back of the school, and I was almost blocked and beaten by someone. I still remember that in the end, I jumped off the wall and ran, and I heard that I don’t know which hero pulled his pants.”
"What are you laughing at! What's so funny!" Yu Lanchuan realized that he was pretending to be seen through, and the blue veins on his forehead jumped, "You don't like to join in the excitement of basketball games and go to watch fights? Was your interest so strange since childhood... No, we fight It's a small restaurant outside the school, how do you know?"
Gan Qing: "..."
The small restaurant was where Wei Xiao worked. She was eating in the back kitchen of the small restaurant when a group of sweaty boys came in, noisily bragging at the next table, making her upset. Recorded their bragging and called someone.
Yu Lanchuan raised his eyebrows.