"So coincidental?" Yu Lanchuan looked at her suspiciously and asked, "You don't believe it, do you?"
If it is really this IQ, no wonder he didn't get into the third middle school.
"Of course not, what are you thinking about?" Gan Qing waved her hand, "It's only human nature to not believe it—a bunch of inexplicable people came over and told you that the master who raised you killed your parents... This is all a mess. Yes, TV dramas in the 1990s didn't make up that way. The first reaction of normal people would be to find out where these people came from."
Yu Lanchuan asked, "Which way, have you found it?"
Gan Qing spread out his hands: "No, outsiders, they disappeared as soon as they turned around."
If you want to get to the bottom of a thing, time and money are both basic props, and they are indispensable. It is best to have a few connections. If someone else intends to cheat, where can a half-aged girl in middle school go to find out
Yu Lanchuan's eyes sank, and he said, "But Yanning's three religions and nine streams, what is written in the decree of the alliance leader, it is not difficult to find out."
The Alliance Leader’s Order was issued by the Alliance Leader Lao Yu, and it’s absolutely true, because the flour mill’s 18 life lawsuits have not been settled, and Wei Xiao is clearly in Yanning. Wan Muchun betrayed his promise and re-entered the arena to do old things."
Gan Qing smiled bitterly: "It's not just 'easy to inquire'."
In fact, Wei Xiao does not like to offend people's temper. He gets along well with people in private and talks well, and he is a rare quiet person. In fact, apart from Yang Ping and the others, Wei Xiao has never had a grudge against anyone else.
But gossip is the thing, the most preferred is not the real troublemaker, often the quiet person.
Gan Qing said: "In the old age of the leader of the alliance, he became less and less fond of meddling in business affairs. The leader's orders were rarely issued, and Wei Xiao was particularly prominent among them. I heard a lot of rumors that I don't know the truth. But I It's impossible to doubt my master, and emotionally I don't want to believe it, so of course I have to find the loopholes in those rumors to convince myself to be firm."
Yu Lanchuan: "It's human nature."
"I collected old newspapers and timed the flour mill explosion - it wasn't difficult, after all, it was a big event, and there were local news reports. Then just prove that the old man wasn't there when it happened." When Gan Qing said this, he suddenly smiled, "I thought at the time, if I can find evidence, I will send these things to the old leader without revealing our address, and let him 'wipe' the leader's order. ."
She planned an orderly plan in her heart, and felt that she was smart and personable enough to protect Wei Xiao, an adult who knew that cooking was useless. In her imagination, she should push the door into the room with a casual attitude, and say to Wei Xiao casually: "By the way, I have settled the matter of the leader's order for you, don't worry. I was bullied, why didn't I get it earlier? tell me what?"
Then, in Wei Xiao's astonishment, he went back to the room to do his homework, lifting weights lightly.
However, according to historical data, people who still fantasize about this kind of bridge are better to focus on fantasy, because if they want to act, they will most likely cause trouble.
"The old man doesn't like to change jobs. He has worked in that little shabby hotel for many years. They have attendance records for work, I just need to get that. So when the old man went to work for a second job, I sneaked in. I went to the hotel management office and got their attendance records."
"Senior Wei Xiao that day..."
Gan Qing raised her eyes gently: "I've asked for leave for a shift change."
This is rather scary. Yanning has good transportation. When he travels to a neighboring province, one day is enough to go back and forth.
"But I quickly calmed down—the killer's money isn't exactly like a strong wind blowing. Although I haven't done it before, I heard Wei Xiao talk about the master. Because Wan Muchun travels alone and has no disciples, Therefore, you have to be extra cautious before taking action. If you are not careful, you will have to smash the sign. It will take at least a month to find out who the target is, what personality, and what habits." Gan Qing said, "I checked his attendance before and after that day. It's normal, he couldn't be a half cook, and suddenly parachuted into a place he didn't know well to kill people, leaving Wan Muchun's imprint. Then the question came back, since he didn't do it, why did he take the blame? What did he do on leave that day? Besides him, who else can leave such a delicate knife edge?"
Yu Lanchuan: "You think of Wei Huan?"
"Besides him, there is no other explanation." Gan Qing said, "Uncle Meng liked to drink a few sips of wine when he was young. , I got drunk and talked a few times, probably spelled out the reasons for Wei Huan's expulsion from the division - Wei Huan didn't want to practice a sword in vain, and decided to 'retro' and carry forward the tradition of the martial art. Uncle Meng said that he went the wrong way. ."
"I took advantage of Wei Xiao's truancy to come home from school, flipped through his things, and found a newspaper clipping. When I opened it, there were pictures of colorful recipes posted in it. I don't think it's right - the old man is a stingy, he loves things the most, and occasionally he buys a book and reads it back with a book cover. There are words below, and the content has nothing to do with the recipe at all."
"Remember what?"
"The diary is all about Wei Huan, the old man has been following him - Wei Huan killed someone at a certain time and place, speculated how he did it, and failed to catch him... Oh, yes, he also wrote the five An anonymous remittance of 10,000 yuan," Gan Qing said, as if to pretend to be relaxed, she took a breath, made a mess with a reluctant smile, turned back and shouted to the back kitchen, "Boss, on your side Is it freshly ground? We are not that petty, so we can eat instant food! Hurry up."
Yu Lanchuan: "In other words, Wei Huan murdered your father, and he sent you money to pay the school fee..."
It is recorded in a book.
"Yeah, can you imagine it?" Gan Qing frowned slightly in a pompous way, and threw her hands at him, "Old man Wei Xiao, you can really save money, just squeeze the toothpaste to the end. Rubber bands, shampoo is used to the end and water is used for half a month. I have been a bookkeeper for more than 20 years, and I can’t finish writing until the last page.”
Yu Lanchuan has always felt that Gan Qing has a very strong wandering temperament. At this age, she has been sparred into such a bear-like body, and she can still vaguely see a rebellious body, which shows what she is like in the second phase of her rebelliousness. Time bombs - from menopause, betrayal, hunt down murderers, surrender... None of these things can be done by a normal person with a calm mind. He likes her, but it doesn't mean that he agrees with this value of doing everything.
Until then, Yu Lanchuan found that he had nothing to say.
Can't she see that the people at the beginning were intentional? Can't she see that someone is secretly provoking
She saw it.
But it can be seen that at this stage, what can she do
"I don't usually go to work and have nothing to do," Gan Qing smiled at him, "Boss Meng's pile of chicken soup for the soul, when there are no guests, I use it to look through it, and I saw an article two days ago that said A 'Festinger' rule that says 10% of your life is made up of what happens to you and the other 90% is determined by how you react to it, which makes sense, I'm in the no-no Control 90% of the people, live a short life, and do things that hurt relatives and make enemies happy."
Yu Lanchuan: "Bullshit, from which literature is this chicken-flavored word quoted? It's still 90%... Social science experts drink too much and count with their feet?"
Gan Qing leaned on the table and smiled: "Little Master Yu, can you still talk, the chicken soup of metaphysics and pseudoscience is the two cornerstones of our mortal spiritual world, don't always dig our foundation with a fairy spirit. , good job!"
At this time, there was a movement from the back kitchen, and the boss nervously scolded the young man who was always doing a disservice: "No need for you, it's hot, don't drop the bowl! Hurry up, get out of the way."
A scent overflowed from the back kitchen, and their noodles and biscuits were finally ready.
"Try it, our biscuits are unique, noodles are also unique, and the soup base is exquisite." The boss warmly greeted them to put down their chopsticks, and the teenagers in the store also showed their heads from the back kitchen, smirking and full of Waiting expectantly to be complimented by guests.
The two guests who ate the free meal had to stop the previous topic, both picked up the cutlery, completed the "praise task" of the store first, and froze when they went down.
The noodles are strong, the soup is fine, and the side dishes are watery - if it wasn't salty, it would be a good bowl of noodles.
Gan Qing moved her tongue with difficulty, feeling that the cells on her tongue were collectively dehydrated, and her tongue hung in her mouth, becoming a shriveled persimmon.
No wonder no one came.
The two of them got hotter and looked at each other, then at the old shopkeeper who was eagerly wiping his hands on his apron.
Gan Qing: "Okay... um... eat!"
The boss looked at Yu Lanchuan again.
Gan Qing kicked him under the table, Yu Lanchuan had no choice but to put down his chopsticks, reached out to touch the water glass, and drank half of the glass in one gulp, which was to dilute the salt he had just now, and then smack it: "It's the same taste as before."
The boss was happy and sat down with great interest: "Our family has hired a great chef before, this is a recipe left by others, the chef usually has to go to the hotel to take charge, not every day, but every now and then. , when he was away, he left the soup base for us to cook for our guests, the recipe was bought by me, and I couldn’t eat it anywhere else.”
Gan Qing listened to the stories told by the strangers she met, and heard something different. She couldn't help but smile: "You will have the awareness of buying intellectual property right then. It's avant-garde, how much does it cost?"
"Twenty thousand." The boss held out two fingers at her, "Almost ten years ago—not cheap, right?"
Gan Qing agreed while thinking to himself: I didn't expect the old man to have such a bonus.
The boss rambled: "It is said that there is a little girl who is going to high school. Before, the school selection fee was because he did not prepare in advance, and he was blinded when the end came, and the child went to a bad high school. University can no longer be like this, tuition fees All living expenses must be saved in advance, so that you can be prepared, what if you fail the exam again? You have to read three books, even if the tuition for three books is high, 20,000 is not enough."
Gan Qing's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly tightened.
"Then one day, I suddenly quit my job and couldn't come," the boss said. "Probably because the child is going to take the college entrance examination, so he has saved enough tuition fees. I don't know what's going on now... You said this old man, he cursed the child to take the test before he took the test. Three."
His disobedient little girl always refuses to sit down and study hard. He is so worried and doesn't know how to help, so he has to work two jobs, try to save her tuition, and prepare for the worst. .
But there is no defense, and there will be worse after the worst.
She smeared her youth into a mess with blood, and she didn't wake up from this nightmare until the crazy inmates used their souls to hold a few textbooks in front of her.
They said that she will still grow in her life in the future, and she believed it when it was too late, and wanted to try to get her fate back on track.
She knows regret.
It was only then that she really set foot on her heart to study. She imagined that one day she would go out and re-enter the examination room, go back to see the old man with the admission notice, and tell him, "Master, I have gone through a detour for a few years, and now that I am back, you still want to Me? Anything that betrays the teacher's door will not be counted, okay?"
"Gan Qing!" Yu Lanchuan watched in horror as she unknowingly stuffed the noodles into her mouth, and in three or two mouthfuls, she almost drank the bowl of salted noodle soup.
But where are there so many ways to return
I know this world is as short as dew.
However,
However. (Note)