Yu Lanchuan grabbed Gan Qing's hand, pressed down her chopsticks, and said in a soft voice that didn't look like his, "Slow down and drink some water first."
For a moment, Gan Qing didn't dare to look at him.
People who have just finished eating chili will shed tears if they drink a sip of warm water.
Yu Lanchuan picked up a crispy biscuits, broke it in half, and handed the half to Gan Qing.
"This is from candy." Yu Lanchuan seemed to be suddenly blinded, unaware that her pretended calm expression was about to split, and devoted himself to studying the sesame cake, "I haven't eaten sugar biscuits for many years, they are sold in the store outside. That doesn't work, it's full of sugar residue when you break it open."
The owner of the shop next to him slowly wiped the table and said, "It's cold. It has to be hot from the stove before it can flow. You two be careful to burn your mouth."
Gan Qing took advantage of the situation to cover her mouth, "hiss", pretending to be scalded by the sugar juice, and took the opportunity to blink the water vapor from her eyes.
"The reincarnation of a starving ghost?" Yu Lanchuan put away his short-lived tenderness and rolled her eyes, "Are you eating with others so much?"
Gan Qing reached out and wiped off a little sugar on the corner of his mouth: "I'm not afraid that Xiao Yu's looks are delicious, so I'll watch it for a while to stop the meal."
Yu Lanchuan almost forgot how to put the sesame cake into his mouth, and absently slapped his mouth full of melted hot candy. Others used sugar to cover their eyes and pretended to be scalded, but he was so real that he almost scalded off a layer of his skin, and his glasses slipped off.
Gan Qing laughed, and after laughing, she felt uncomfortable again. She is someone who has lived up to her deep kindness and kindness. She doesn't have the face to ask people to be liked. She never thinks about the people around her - Master Xiao Yu, Boss Meng, Sister Meizhen... Even the gang leader Lao Yang of No. 110 Courtyard. , even dared to put kindness into her hands, not afraid that she would fall again.
This made her feel frightened, and she didn't know what to do, but she seemed more careless and glib.
The boss hurriedly came over to pour Yu Lanchuan cold water, and Gan Qing said: "You haven't reduced the amount of biscuits at all, you have a good conscience - the soup noodles should be a little more original, and the seasonings have been added a little more. Now people are heavy oil outside. I get tired of eating heavy salt, and I feel that the lighter the taste, the more advanced it is.”
After hearing this, the boss looked at his dim old eyes and asked quietly, "Girl, is it salty?"
Gan Qing: "Uh..."
"Oh, I'm old, and my tongue is not working well, so I can only feel the taste in the words with my ears, and I can still understand human words." The boss sighed lonely, "I'm afraid it's time to close the door."
Gan Qing knew that after he lost his son in middle age, the only thing left to worry about was this small restaurant, and quickly said: "Don't, all the students who graduated from the previous years are thinking about your biscuits and noodles, we came back to eat on purpose today. , you closed the store, what will you do when regular customers come?"
"Where are the regular customers? They're all gone, they're not coming." The boss waved his hand, like an old ape with limited mobility, and walked slowly to the cashier, pulled out a huge plastic folder from the drawer, and pulled it out. A few pieces of paper, "Just right, you young people have good eyes, show me this."
Yu Lanchuan wiped his hands and took it over to see that it was a contract about compensation for demolition.
"There have been fewer children in the past two years, the Thirteenth Middle School is getting worse and worse, and of course, it is becoming more and more difficult to recruit people. It seems that it is about to merge with other schools. After the merger and expansion, we all have to leave," the boss sat down. , through the window, he glanced in the direction of the school, and said, "It's also a good thing. After the merger, it won't be called 'Thirteen Middle School'. It's good to change the school spirit."
Yu Lanchuan was used to seeing contracts, so he could scan a lot of points and explain it to the boss one by one. Gan Qing listened to it, but if he didn't understand, he told the boss and flipped through the thick folder.
There are everything in it, postcards written by old diners, photos of the annual sports meeting and school celebrations of the 13th Middle School...
Yu Lanchuan took a pencil to highlight the boss, and the boss waited while explaining to Gan Qing, "That's a photographer who walked around the streets to take pictures, and took pictures of the face of our house. What kind of award did the picture win when I went back? It's an honor, I left that page of the magazine on purpose."
Gan Qing took a closer look and saw that there was a photo of a small restaurant in the magazine, which won a glorious "encouragement award", and there was a small note under the photo: "Although the work skills are lacking, the author focuses on the people at the bottom. It restores the dirty and narrow alleys and captures a corner of the life of people on the edge of the city. The camera is full of emotion, and the photographer is compassionate."
"That was one year of college entrance examination. The salted fish of the thirteenth middle school turned over, and fifteen people entered the key line, which is more than the previous years combined. It's brilliant! The big red list was posted at the gate of the school. I was also happy to see it. It was filmed. My son can't make it on the list, he can only be proud of other people's happiness."
Fifteen people were written on the red list, and the class notes of thirteen of them were a certain class in Senior Four—Gan Qing remembered this. The year she first entered the school, No. 13 High School recruited a repeating class to avoid tuition and miscellaneous fees as bait. , deceived a group of poor students with good grades. While the repeating students broke the record for the 13th Middle School, they were delayed for a year by this garbage dump. The average score dropped by 20 points compared with the first college entrance examination. After two years, it has been yellow, and people don't dare to come.
Turning back again, Gan Qing's hand suddenly stopped.
I saw that it was a newspaper clipping that reported a murder case. Of course, the victim's name was hidden, and the photo was mosaicked, but Gan Qing still saw it at a glance. It was Wei Huan.
"Well," the boss glanced at him and recalled carefully, "this is not a happy thing, this person came to me for dinner the day before, and was killed the next day. It is said that when he died, he had a I don’t know what it is for stacking fake documents, alas, it is our guest after all.”
Gan Qing was stunned: "Has he been here before?"
"That's not it!" The boss pointed to the crooked body next to the newspaper clippings, "Look, I even took notes here. When this person came, he ordered three bowls of noodles. I said that if I eat so much soup, Looking back, my stomach must be uncomfortable. If you are afraid that you will not be full if you eat too thin, can I get you a few biscuits? He said no, he just wanted to taste the taste of this noodle soup."
Gan Qing's brows moved slightly.
"It's strange! This man doesn't eat noodles, he just drinks the soup first, and then he drank the soup, and then he eats two bites. I said that you really have a tongue. I know that the chef is not here today, the noodles are made by the young man, and only the soup is The bottom is left by the chef. He didn't seem to hear, and he didn't speak. I saw this man's face was gloomy, his eyebrows were sullen, and he looked like he was not easy to mess with, so I didn't dare to talk to him... Sure enough, something happened.”
Wei Huan went to his... The small restaurant where the former master worked, and ordered the noodle soup that Master made while he was away
Yu Lanchuan raised his head from the contract and was very surprised. He had always thought that a murderer like Wei Huan, who charged money to kill, should be similar to Yang Ping and his like. The part of his brain was not born well, and he was single-mindedly anti-human. So curiously, he took the plastic folder from Gan Qing's hand: "I see..."
On his end, a small envelope slipped out from behind the unsticked newspaper clippings, and almost fell into the soup. Gan Qing's hand was as fast as lightning, reaching under the folder and holding the envelope: "Boss, why are you still doing this? Is there a hidden weapon?"
"Ah." The boss replied in confusion, and was a little stunned for a while.
The envelope is sealed, and there is no signature at the beginning, and a "10" is written on it. The white paper has turned yellow, because of the age, the paste on the seal has dried to a corner, revealing the edge of the red-checked letter paper in the past. The boss read it upside down several times before struggling to recall the memory: "By the way, I remembered that this letter was left by that guest."
Yu Lanchuan and Gan Qing sat up at the same time, and they looked at each other quickly, and Gan Qing's eyes swept a cold stream of light.
Gan Qing's voice was slightly lowered: "For you?"
"No, I don't know him," the boss waved his hands again and again, "yes, who is this for... How could it be here with me?"
He was confused, it might be a sign of Alzheimer's disease, he didn't have time to get old, and he had already made himself into a mess, with threads in the east and threads in the west, and it would not end in a while.
At this moment, the young man in the back kitchen shouted, ran out like a gust of wind, raised his red hands in front of the boss, pouted, and began to howl.
The boss said with a "tsk": "Don't go to the back kitchen to make trouble, then boil the water, let's be honest!"
The two of them, who depended on each other for life, were not very smart. One was screaming all over the house, the other was chasing after the buttocks and coaxing. The rest of Yu Lanchuan and Gan Qing stared at the unopened letter on the table, like guarding a letter that was about to explode. the detonator.
Just when Yu Lanchuan was hesitating whether it would be immoral to open other people's letters, Gan Qing had already tore open the envelope without saying a word.
Yu Lanchuan: "Hey, you..."
"Master" - the title was written at the beginning of the letter. Is this a letter to Wei Xiao
Wei Huan's handwriting is very neat, and he seems to have used the effort in his hands to write, horizontal and vertical, like a print, Gan Qing swept it down with ten lines at a time.
"I told the boss to keep this letter here for ten days. I told him to pay attention to the local news. If he hears that I am dead in these ten days, this letter will not be given to you, so as not to make you sad. If he I haven't heard any news, ten days is enough for me to go far, and then I will give you this letter to save you from looking for me."
"Master, when I was a child, I always felt that our family had a lot of rules, this is not good, that is not good, a generation can only accept one disciple, others don't do it, you can't do it yourself, and you are not allowed to mention your teacher's inheritance to others - especially the last one, we Wan Muchun is also a dignified sect, why can't I mention it? I always thought that even if Shizu washes his hands in a golden basin, he is still the top figure among the five masters. You are his big disciple, and your ability is no worse than Shizu. It is said that you were born out of the blue, but you lived in seclusion before you started, and you have no family and no job for a lifetime. Are you really willing? I remember when I was a child, I learned the knife and let the master see it. It is said that my talent is inferior to yours. It may be true. Those of us who have worked hard and have finally learned something, take it seriously, and it is very easy to be unwilling. "
"I think our sect has been around since the Song Dynasty, hasn't it been passed down all the way to this day? Why do you shrink more and more later?"
"Now, I finally understand a little bit. This is a dangerous road with a thin line of sky. If you walk up, you can't turn back. You can only keep going forward, and you will be forced to the cliff with no way out, and you will jump off and finish it. Grass, whichever way is a cliff, it doesn't make any difference. But now it's different, there are obviously easy ways to survive on the flat ground, and you have to hang a high tightrope, only a fool can do it."
"I'm that fool."
"Master, every time I wake up in the middle of the night, I always think of the steel rod that Zhu Cong gave me. It was my first life-saving business, so I charged him one dollar. We met at Yanning Railway Station. , After the accident at their house, I haven't seen him for several years, and I almost didn't recognize him. Zhu Cong is my brother. We played together since childhood. When I was a child, I followed your instructions and didn't dare to tell anyone about my teacher. I never dared to do anything with others. I could only bear it when I was bullied outside. He took care of me. You also said it yourself, this is a kind child."
"The kind-hearted person became like that. Master, what would you do if it was you? Can you hide your Wanmuchun's knife to the end, stand on the sidelines, and pretend that you don't know anything?"
"I can not."
"Following a few clues, the two of us tracked for more than a month, found the person who set fire to the warehouse back then, and hid in other places, and even became a good citizen. Heart and liver?"
"If you don't come, it means that there are really no ghosts and gods in the world. Then what are we people with butcher knives to be in awe of? Afterwards, I bought two sugar water popsicles with that dollar, and talked to Zhu Cong. I ate them separately, and I knew after I finished eating that I couldn't go home. Do you blame me?"
"But I don't regret it."