Gan Qing coughed dryly: "I... cough, I heard people say this after the fact."
Yu Lanchuan raised his eyebrows higher.
"Why don't you do this," Gan Qing tried to fool him, and after a few steps, turned back and smiled at him, "This weekend, if you're fine at night, I'll take you to that small restaurant to eat again, or Yangchun noodles, I'll treat you, Don't be too cheap."
Yu Lanchuan: "You know what we ordered?"
Gan Qing: "..."
Yu Lanchuan: "I didn't expect that if you can pinch it, it's still a boy skill."
Gan Qing: "Are you going?"
Yu Lanchuan looked at her for a moment, the corners of his mouth twitched without smiling, he stretched his sleeves in a leisurely manner: "Okay, let's go."
Thirteen Middle School is in a very quiet side street. It is a school that looks like that. The building is quite old, and it has an old style. Outside the faculty and staff office building facing the street, there are a large number of creepers hanging outside, and the breeze is passing, and ripples are everywhere. Because of its poor reputation in recent years, there are fewer and fewer students, and the entrance is not crowded with private cars like other schools. At first glance, it looks a little bookish.
Yu Lanchuan raised his head and glanced at the big bell hanging on the high-rise building. He caught sight of blue eyes, and sighed: "The temperament of your school is really..."
Before he finished his praise, he saw a black shadow suddenly jump out of the quiet gate, and a male human cub blew out like a whirlwind, followed by a group of foul-speaking peers. Carrying the wooden legs that were dismantled from the mop or the chair, they chased and fled, and swept away in front of Yu Lanchuan in a hurry. Without taking a breath, they ran to the intersection.
The bicycle bell rang at the intersection, and several hooligans straddling the shared bicycles appeared, with colorful hairs on their heads, whistling at the students. The one being chased plunged into this "bicycle gang", his waist straightened by three points, and he turned around and scolded: "Fuck you, come here!"
Next, a complicated family recognition meeting was held at the intersection. The two groups of people had an improper relationship with each other's aunt and uncle, and their shouts were echoed.
Yu Lanchuan murmured, "... Ten years are like one day!"
The Thirteenth Middle School is almost exclusively opened for the back alley of the mud pond, and is rich in all kinds of wild animals. When people reach the age of high school, their innocence is almost lost, and some bad embryos have initially grown. It is said that if you want to read some books seriously here, you must have the ability to be a "school bully" in order to hold back those bad boys who try to pull everyone down together.
Gan Qing had already seen it, but unfortunately, to get to their destination, they had to pass through the small intersection at the site of Qunjia. They were busy, and it was not easy for the two of them to go over to make peace, so they had to stand. Waiting under the streetlights for the lawsuit to end.
"No," Yu Lanchuan said, "Why do you want to open a restaurant in a place like this, where there are ghosts at the door every day, and passersby walk around, can you do business?"
"It's alright." Gan Qing said, "It's not every day. There are only four tables in the small shop. There are too many customers and it can't be accommodated. It is said that the shop is their own, and there is no need to pay rent. ."
Gan Qing stood for a while, tired, squatted down against the street light pole, and put her splinted right hand on her knee.
Yu Lanchuan found a tree beside him to lean against, and suddenly remembered something: "I remember that there was a news in our school back then, in the second year of high school, there was a girl in the next class who fell in love with the students of No. 13 Middle School and played truant. At that time, she was caught by the teacher, and she dug out a love letter from her bag."
The teachers and parents were crazy. That day, when Yu Lanchuan returned to the classroom after attending the Olympic training, he heard the almost collapsed voice of the teacher in the next class: "What do you like about him! Isn't that a little hooligan! You are going to go to college in the future, and Study, go abroad, he, maybe one day he will go in! Are you two of the same species, then fall in love! What are you talking about
The girl cried so hard that she was about to be forced to death by these teachers and parents who "come with the world". I feel that I am just Zhu Yingtai and Liu Lanzhi, and I have to die to make my ambitions clear.
Gan Qing asked, "What happened later?"
"The teacher was halfway through the training. She got tired of listening. She turned her head and jumped from the window. I still called the ambulance."
Gan Qing was stunned by the style of the key high school bully: "...Jump, jump off a building?"
Yu Lanchuan panted and added, "Oh, if you're not dead, you'll be on the second floor, squatting down and squatting, stand up and pat your pants."
"Then why did you call an ambulance?"
"Take their teacher away," Yu Lanchuan said. "Their head teacher was so frightened that she had a heart attack, and she took her to the hospital to have two stents."
The sixteen-year-old Yu Lanchuan, as the monitor next door, helped to preside over the overall situation with a noble and dignified manner, thinking that the girl was mentally ill. Teenagers are always prone to two extremes, or they pursue deviant paths, thinking that adults are brainwashed by society, lacking soul and wisdom; Rules, I feel that my peers are all idiots - no matter which way I go, in short, there is always a group of idiots in my heart.
And after a few years, they often go in the direction of fools again. It's a good analogy to Lanchuan. After he was young and mature, he fell into the hands of a female hooligan in the thirteenth middle school.
"I'm really ignorant, the little girl knows the romance, and it's too late to regret it when she grows up in the future." The female hooligan sighed with emotion, his tone was exactly the same as that of the head teacher back then, "You don't know how to rush your grades when you are a sophomore in high school. Isn't it self-destructing for the little bastards to mix together?"
Yu Lanchuan glanced at her oddly: "I think these words came out of your mouth, very magical realism."
Gan Qing smiled - she suddenly thought, let alone a high school kid, adults are the same. Yu Lanchuan, a young talent, seems to be able to control his own future and doesn't need others to point his finger at it, but people will still say behind their back that a young man will know the romance, and he will understand when he is old and young, and he is not suitable for him. I've been with people together, and I'll see that you won't be smashed into a middle-aged crisis by firewood, rice, oil, and salt.
Yu Lanchuan reached out his hand sensitively and grabbed the back of her neck: "What do you think?"
"Little Master Yu, the throat is the key place. If you put your paw in the past, it has to be cut off." Gan Qing sighed helplessly, and then he pointed to the left and right, " Hey, look, they're starting to call people."
Yu Lanchuan looked in the direction of her finger, and saw that he had pinched in the midfield, and people on both sides had withdrawn from the battle circle, calling each other to call someone, and to expand the battle situation. The alarm, and asked Gan Qing: "Is it useful if I throw this thing over there?"
Gan Qing: "..."
Xiao Yu, the dignified one-time leader of the alliance and the decent heir to the Seven Arts of Hanjiang, even if he has a beautiful and moon-like appearance, is it necessary to carry anti-pervert tools every day
"It's useless, the little brats are fine now, there are minor scum protection laws, and they haven't been broken, and they're not afraid of the police at all—don't worry," Gan Qing waved her hands with experience, "started telling people that the battle is about to end, Generally speaking, when there are too many people, it becomes impossible to fight.”
When she lost her voice, she saw an old man with white hair riding a tricycle walking past them, riding towards the intersection, ringing the bell while riding, and shouting in a vigorous voice: "Hey!"
The hooligans just ignored this old-fashioned uncle. No one paid attention to him, and no one gave way to him. The uncle rang the car bell angrily. It might be that his noise interfered with the mobile phone signal. The little hooligan said "Hello" twice, picked up the stone and patted it on the old man's tricycle: "Ring your father's bell, the old man will not die!"
The stone bounced, and the white cloth behind the tricycle was lifted. It turned out that there was a cart of fresh ingredients under the white cloth sheet. They were covered with cloth for fear of being soiled by floating dust. The stone just hit a pile of eggs, and with a "slap" sound, the egg whites and yolks flowed everywhere, and the old man angrily reached out to catch the little hooligan: "What are you doing? Pay me the eggs! Your parents worked so hard to earn money to support your family for your schooling. , do you have business all day long?"
Gan Qing frowned and stood up.
The little hooligan raised his arm and staggered the old man. Before the old man could stand firm, he grabbed the old man's front again: "Your land? Your road? What the hell is going on here? ?"
He said, with a hard shove, the old man lost his balance on his back and fell backwards, the back of his head was facing the iron handlebars of the tricycle.
At this time, a hand reached out, supported the back of the old man, and gently padded behind him. The old man flicked up with the hand, and was supported on his shoulders again.
The old man stood still in shock and looked back at the young man who was supporting him.
Yu Lanchuan pushed his glasses: "It's okay to get in the way. If you break other people's things, you have to lose money, right?"
The full-fledged fight was interrupted by this little episode, but when the hooligans saw it, one was "Four Eyes" and the other was a woman - still in a cast on her arm - and didn't take them seriously at all.
The hooligans on the other side also jokingly followed suit: "That is, lose money and lose money! If there is no money, let them take off their pants to pay off the debt."
The two sides rubbed the fire, and the little hooligan who pushed the old man was furious. He picked up a slab and smashed it on Yu Lanchuan's head. With a heavy knock on the handlebar of the tricycle, the little hooligan let out a scream and let go of the brick.
Seeing that the situation was not good, his companion picked up the guy and followed him. Yu Lanchuan hardly left his footsteps, and neatly replaced the sword with his fists to clean up the group of little brats.
A playful whistle came from behind, and Gan Qing coaxed: "Oba is so handsome!"
When the opponent is beaten, the hooligans on the other side like to hear about it, and there are a few who are bad out of the water.
Yu Lanchuan grabbed a black stick that fished in troubled waters, and scolded with a double meaning, "Go away!"
So the scene was even more chaotic. The bad boys on both sides joined the fight. The little hooligan who broke the egg first grinned and got up by pressing his wrist. Tears rolled in circles in his eyes. He probably had never suffered such grievances before. Pulling the coat, he took out a small machete hanging from the coat, and stabbed it at Yu Lanchuan's shoulder while the chaos.
His comrades were all fueled by their fights, and they usually don't come out of a basket. They only bring knives to scare people. When he saw him in the corner of his eye, he was stunned. Someone shouted, "Don't..."
At this moment, a figure suddenly came in out of thin air, a hand that caught the bad boy holding the knife, and for some reason, the blade turned towards the master, and then, there was a sour cloth shattering sound, The machete turned into a beam of knife light, and stabbed the bad boy several times.
For a moment, everyone was silent, and even Yu Lanchuan was so frightened that his breathing stopped.
The knee of the man who used the knife just now softened and he knelt down. His pants were wet on the spot, and he was pressed against the wall with his knees against his neck. I saw three knives and six holes in his clothes, the machete was held by Gan Qing with one hand, and the blade was oozing with thin bloodshots. The little hooligan stared at the blood on the knife in horror, with the illusion that he had been disemboweled.
Gan Qing patted his face with the back of the knife: "Calm down?"
The one wasn't just calm - he was frozen.
Gan Qing glanced back at the smashed eggs on the tricycle, and said reasonably: "Pay someone twenty dollars."
Nobody moved.
Gan Qing gave a "poof" laugh, and the tip of the machete slid across the wall: "It seems that you don't agree?"
A teenager in the uniform of No. 13 Middle School shivered and took out his wallet from his pocket, grabbed a handful of cash without looking at it, and threw it on the tricycle. Gan Qing glanced at him, the young man realized something, and stepped forward two more steps, flattened the crumpled bill, and placed it on the edge of the tricycle as if offering the protection fee.
Only then did Gan Qing withdrew the legs that were stuck in the man's neck. A few young men bravely ran over to help their companions, and hurriedly removed his clothes to see that there were three small oily skins on his stomach.
Gan Qing raised the machete upside down and turned it upside down in his hand: "Control the knife, Senior Sister confiscated it, no problem."
The little hooligans neither dared to have any opinions, nor did they dare to ask which class she was from.
Gan Qing turned to Yu Lanchuan: "Let's go, aren't you eating?"
The two of them crossed the demons and monsters, and finally saw the small restaurant where Yu Lanchuan and his team ate.
The small restaurant is guarded by a dead end, very inconspicuous, with a small mottled blackboard hanging at the door, and the menu is exactly the same as it was ten years ago—that is, the price has increased, from ten yuan per person to twenty.
The old man on the tricycle raised his head and stabilized the handlebars: "Are you going to come to my house for dinner?"