Gan Qing felt that there must be a broken place in her mind. Halfway through the letter, she knew every word, and she couldn't understand what it meant.
Her eyes froze on some lines in the middle, and after reading it back and forth for innumerable times, she saw that her mind was completely empty, and only the arteries on her temples were throbbing "suddenly", ready to pierce her skull at any time.
Yu Lanchuan saw that her face was wrong: "What's wrong?"
Gan Qing raised her head slowly and stared straight at him.
Yu Lanchuan: "Is it really the letter written by the killer Wei Huan? To whom? What did it say?"
Gan Qing frowned slightly, then she narrowed her eyes, looked at Yu Lanchuan, and seemed to pass through him and landed farther away.
"Little Master Yu," she said suddenly and thoughtlessly, "I want to ask you something."
Yu Lanchuan: "Huh?"
"what do you like about me?"
"..." Yu Lanchuan was caught off guard by her switching the channel, very straight and did not keep up with the rhythm, and leaned back, "What the hell, are you short-circuited?"
Gan Qing smiled at him, just like the usual way of teasing him without a few words. After the teasing was over, she turned her eyes back to the letter paper, but Yu Lanchuan suddenly had a very wrong feeling and blurted out: " The first time I wanted to know you was because you rescued me when I was a child. You dumped me in a landfill, turned around and led away those people, that… ah, I have remembered that back for many years."
Gan Qing rolled her eyes and didn't take it seriously: "This story sounds familiar, it seems like there was this passage in "The Legend of the New White Snake" when I was a child."
Yu Lanchuan gave her a kick habitually. But he didn't expect that the foot that had been kicking empty every time actually slammed into Gan Qing's shin this time. Her leg flew backwards, and she almost fell off the chair.
Yu Lanchuan realized something, and reached out to grab the letter in her hand: "What exactly is written in the letter?"
Gan Qing put the letter paper in her palm, and withdrew the chair by thirty centimeters: "It's nothing important, go on and on, I haven't heard enough - the last time a good-looking boy confessed to me, I was still next door. Going to school, but he cried before he finished speaking, tsk, making the picture look like a bully trying to make a prostitute."
Yu Lanchuan curled his fingers on the table. He didn't know what Gan Qing saw, but he vaguely realized that what he was going to answer next might be a proposition.
The air froze for a while.
What do you like about someone
To get the score of this question, the problem-solving ideas are actually nothing more than three directions: appearance, connotation, and weight - "appearance" is young and beautiful, "connotation" is sincere, interesting, and a healthy personality, and "weight" is a little more complicated. Of course, it cannot be said to be material conditions and academic qualifications. It can only be said to be "the grace and temperament brought by wealth, power, and status", or "the brilliance of self-cultivation and knowledge."
"You fit my aesthetic," Yu Lanchuan said carefully, "This is the premise, otherwise we'll be brothers now, and you have a good personality... For me, a woman with a compatible personality is pretty good. rarely seen."
Gan Qing said sincerely: "I think that should be your problem."
"It's really my problem," Yu Lanchuan nodded calmly, "but at this age, instead of changing myself to suit others, I'd rather wait for someone I can get along with, even if it's not easy to find. Also, due to genetic factors, it's easier for me to Attracted to something powerful and mysterious, though it might mean trouble - you Wan Muchun fit that very well."
Gan Qing: "Convinced me, it's so suitable, it seems to be fate!"
Yu Lanchuan didn't laugh with her, he said seriously: "But the skin will get old, and an unrestrained foodie like you may not only get old, but also gain weight in the future."
Gan Qing: "..."
"Personality will also change. A person's personality is actually not as strong as He Bing in the spring. If they can travel through time and space, many people will fight with themselves ten years ago. As for other things, it is even more illusory. The shells of hermit crabs are no different." Yu Lanchuan said slowly, "And I, just because I was fascinated by these things, chased after you for a while by chance, and just happened to chase after the feelings. I don't know if I like it now. What are you, no matter how good someone else's famous cat is, you will still like the local cat at your door."
"You have..." Gan Qing was stunned for a long time, covering her face and smiling helplessly, "Are you poisonous?"
Yu Lanchuan didn't say a word, and sat quietly opposite the dilapidated small dining table, his eyes were sincere and almost warm, he stretched his arms and put his hands on Gan Qing's head: "Hey, earth cat, you laugh more than you cry, who is bullying you? is you?"
Gan Qing said softly, "I don't know."
She thought her life was a drama with tragic and vicissitudes coexisting, she was a prodigal son who went against the wind, but now she found out that it was just a shoddy black comedy, and she was a panic clown who did not know where to go.
Yu Lanchuan's hand slid down the top of her head, brushing over the corners of her dry eyes and skin, and finally squeezed her hand, pulling out Wei Huan's letter little by little.
After only two glances, he raised his head in shock: "Wait! She whispered that when her dad was investigating the murder case, there was a mysterious friend outside to help him. Could it be Wei Huan?"
"Sister Meizhen said that that night, the members of the Walking Gang kidnapped the family members of several beggar gang elders, the guards fell asleep, and a few drunk gangsters threw their cigarette butts to play, and 'accidentally' lit the factory building. Whether it was the fire or the one who set it on fire, they were all sentenced for negligence. The longest sentence was seven years, and they were all involved in the kidnapping by the Xingjiao Gang. As for those who lost their cigarette butts and caused the fire, they were just passing by after drinking too much. There was basically nothing to them, and they came out after going in. After many years, several convicted prisoners were released one after another, and Zhu Cong also grew up. Those gangsters who seemed to be 'accidents' kept their names incognito and ran away. He had no one to trust in Yanning, so he found Wei Huan to help him." Gan Qing stared at the yellowed edge of the letter, "These guys set fire to them. What is the motive of the person, I didn't write it in the letter... It's nothing more than those kinds of things, either it was promised by others, or it was because I had a little braid that fell into the hands of others, and when the bitter master turned it over, it would definitely be the same. Justify yourself…”
Yu Lanchuan answered: "They only asked me to throw a cigarette butt. I didn't know the factory would catch fire and there were still people inside."
These words were almost spoken in unison by the two of them.
Gan Qing's voice was in his throat: "Wei Huan started with a dollar, and started killing him, then he pulled out the radish and brought out the mud. They searched all the way, and took revenge all the way. Among them... One of them was named Gan, and when he killed him, he was alarmed. After he married his wife, she was stimulated, and since then she has been crazy, leaving a little girl who was taken and raised by Wei Xiao, who was looking for an unfilial apprentice... Because he felt that Wei Huan was responsible for the crime. debt."
"Gan Qing..."
"Do you know what the last sentence Wei Huan said to me? He said 'I lost, I'll turn myself in, little junior sister, don't kill me'."
Wei Huan is an inconspicuous man who is not as good as his master Zhou Zheng. He is very dark and thin. He walks with his head down. If he finds any construction site, he can move in and move bricks. When he was less than forty years old, he already showed an old state. When he said this, he looked a little pitiful.
"I thought he was afraid of death and begged for mercy. I wonder why this person is so disgusting?" Gan Qing's shoulders suddenly collapsed, "I..."
She worked so hard to get Wei Huan out. For this, she played truant and wandered into various underground places, mixed with ill-will, thinking that he was greedy for life and afraid of death, and wanted to take the opportunity to escape, how could she stop
Wei Huan found out, and in the end, it was almost a dead fish and a net, leaving her bruised and bruised, and almost crawled back home.
But those terrifying injuries did not leave any sequelae, on the contrary, she picked a knife herself, so that she can only lift heavy objects with one hand.
At that time, Wei Huan was really powerless and couldn't hurt her vitals
Or was it just a last-ditch effort to make it look like an unfair brawl, or even underage teenage self-defense... desperately pushing her back from a distraught murderer
How can I live a peaceful and happy life
First of all, you must have the ability to settle down, and you must have a lot of money, otherwise a serious illness can drive people into a corner. Secondly, you have to pay attention to maintaining your own social relations. You can speak and have someone listen to what you say at a critical time, otherwise you will be bullied and have nowhere to reason.
You also have to manage your own expectations and desires, and even manage other people's expectations of yourself, otherwise, if you don't pay attention, you will be resentful.
And... have a strong heart, no matter what the outside world is harassing me, I will stand still, choose my own path, and never look back.
After doing all this, the human affairs have been exhausted, and only the destiny remains.
Destiny said, well, let's go.
This is a dangerous situation to leave a dog's life.
Destiny said, wait, wait a minute.
Then in this short life, the suffering, the sins, the blood shed, the soul that he thought was forged by the fire... all came to nothing.
Gan Qing thought, next time, if there is a little girl who is not familiar with the world, staring at the big owl-like eyes and asking in confusion: "What will your life be based on?"
She never dared to smile again.
In the corner of the small restaurant, the scalded silly child whimpered softly, and the boss took out a steel shovel to coax him: "Okay, just take a breath, don't cry, there are still guests in our house. "Grandpa gives you money, and you go out and buy ice cream by yourself."
The teenager pouted and roared vaguely, "I don't want it!"
"What's the matter? Don't you like it?" the boss asked him. "Just the chocolate..."
"I don't—don't!" The boy raised his voice and pushed the boss's hand away.
How could he be serious? The old boss didn't stop, and he staggered, and the steel shovel splattered on the ground.
"Ouch," the boss fluttered in the air like windmills for a long time, grabbed the edge of the table in a thrilling way, and slumped on the stool, "You will kill me again!"
The boy was so frightened that he opened his seven orifices.
The boss pressed "Tutu"'s trembling heart and threatened him: "Fall me to death, no one will feed you! You have to sleep on the street and beg for food!"
After listening to this, the young man was really frightened. He opened his mouth and cried, as if at this moment, all the sad things in the world were his voice.
Yu Lanchuan looked at Gan Qing in horror, because Gan Qing was startled by the crying, turned his face to listen for a while, and even laughed.
Then she stood up and walked in front of the boy, helping the boss to pick up the coins scattered on the floor: "Don't scold him, there must be some hooligans from No. 13 Middle School who bullied him—hey, look at this."
Gan Qing squeezed her fingers and clicked two fingers in front of the boy. A coin rolled from her little finger to the tip of her thumb, and danced around her thumb a few times. Grab it into the palm of your hand.
Attracted by this little trick, the teenager stuck out his neck while crying, and opened Gan Qing's hand curiously.
Gan Qing poured the coin into his palm: "How about I take you to buy ice cream? No one dares to bully you."
The young man looked up at her, and the sun was shining brightly, his face turned sunny in an instant, his face froze with laughter, and he was choked on the spot by crying again.
Gan Qing picked up his shoulders: "Let's go!"
Yu Lanchuan couldn't tell what state of mind Gan Qing was in now, lest something happen to her, so he quickly followed: "Boss, keep a table for us!"
With these two bodyguards, the young man was so happy that he jumped his legs out of four hooves and bounced in front of him.
Before I had time to see the sunset that shined through the world, I was about to leave the venue. On the wall of the cold drink shop on the street corner, a big word "demolition" had been painted.
The young man started shouting from a distance: "I want to be clever, clever!"
His voice fell, and there was a burst of laughter next to him. It turned out that the weather was growing like a day, and there were barbecue stalls on the roadside, and there was another place for teenagers who didn't study well. These little brats are extremely boring, and their laughter is on the soles of their feet. There may be no high-level fun in this life. Hearing the voice of the mentally handicapped boy is like smelling the smell of flies, and swarms to orgasm.
"Hey, the big wild donkey is here again!"
"You donkeys also eat 'Qiaoqiaoli'?"
Some schoolboys said, "I want, I want to be clever."
There are others holding their throats and learning to bark next to them.
The carefree smile on the young man's face melted. There was only a young female clerk in the cold drink shop.
While booing, these little hooligans stood up and surrounded the door of the cold drink shop: "Little donkey, buy it, we'll feed you after buying it."
At this moment, a voice came from the street corner: "Did you hear that?"
The little hooligans turned their heads and saw Gan Qing and Yu Lanchuan walking slowly.
Yu Lanchuan: "What did you hear?"
"There is actually a dog that learns to bark like a donkey." Gan Qing pulled at her ear, "It's really strange."
The man who just learned to bark thinks he has been personally attacked for no reason, and stands up angrily, preparing to launch foul language: "You..."
A companion behind him grabbed him. Coincidentally, the one whose head was dyed copper green was a "cavalry" who rode a shared bicycle to fight in groups in the afternoon.
Seeing Gan Qing, the green-haired cavalry screamed in horror, "Three knives and six holes!"
"Huh?" Gan Qing tilted her head and put her hand into her arms, "When did I change such a long Japanese flower name?"
The green-haired cavalry thought she was going to take out a knife, and took a big step back: "Sister, we were wrong!"
His fear was contagious, and several hooligans around him who were looking for trouble all tucked their tails, and while making dissatisfied body language, they slipped along the wall.
"Tsk, run really fast." Gan Qing then took out what was in her arms - a coin purse, and threw it to Yu Lanchuan, "The boss invited you for dinner, let me treat you to ice cream."
The mentally handicapped boy had no worries in his heart. He happily smeared his face with the chocolate ice cream, and went home in a dripping soup.
When Yu Lanchuan came out of the cold drink shop holding two ice creams, she saw Gan Qing leaning on a telephone pole across the road, staring in the direction of No. 13 Middle School in a daze. Her shirt was too thick to be tucked into the waistband of her trousers. , so the back pendant hangs like it is hanging on an empty hanger, with the ghosts and ghosts in it.
Yu Lanchuan looked at her slender silhouette, suddenly out of breath, and strode towards her.
Gan Qing was startled by the sound of his footsteps, she turned her head and smiled calmly at him again: "I ate something from my sister, don't say thank you to my sister? Xiao Yu, you are not as good as the one who was on the grassland just now. Young man is polite."
Yu Lanchuan: "... Who are you sister?"
Gan Qing reached out and took an ice cream: "When you were a child, you chased after me and called my sister for a night? Why, when you grow up, you won't admit it..."
Yu Lanchuan's free hand shoved her shoulders violently, and Gan Qing, who could only move his left arm, was pressed against the telephone pole by him. He was afraid that the cream would be smeared on Xiao Yu's expensive coat. In a hurry, she only Being able to pull the ice cream aside is like opening my arms.
A lingering smell of mint rushed into her neckline, and then a cold, fiery kiss landed on her model-like smile.