Gan Qing felt that something was wrong in her mind. Halfway through the letter, she knew every word, but she couldn't understand what they meant when they were connected together.

Her eyes were frozen on a few lines in the middle, and she looked back and forth countless times. Her mind was completely empty except for the pulse of the artery in her temple, ready to pierce her skull at any time.

Yu Lanchuan saw that her expression was wrong: "What's wrong?"

Gan Qing slowly raised his head and stared at him.

Yu Lanchuan: "Is it really the letter written by the killer Wei Huan? Who is it addressed to? What does it say?"

Gan Qing frowned slightly, then she narrowed her eyes and looked at Yu Lanchuan, as if she had passed through him and landed somewhere further away.

"Master Xiao Yu," she said suddenly without knowing anything, "I want to ask you something."

Yu Lanchuan: "Huh?"

"what do you like about me?"

"..." Yu Lanchuan was caught off guard and she switched the channel. He couldn't keep up with the rhythm and leaned back, "What the hell, is your brain short-circuited?"

Gan Qing smiled at him, as she usually did when teasing him without even saying a few serious words. After teasing her, she returned her gaze to the letter, but Yu Lanchuan suddenly felt something was wrong and blurted out: "

The first time I wanted to get to know you was because you saved me when I was a child. You dumped me in the landfill, then turned around and lured those people away. That... well, I have remembered that figure from behind for many years."

Gan Qing curled his eyes and didn't take it seriously: "This story sounds familiar to me. When I was a kid, I saw this part in "The Legend of the White Snake"."

Yu Lanchuan gave her a kick out of habit. But he didn't expect that the foot that missed every time actually hit Gan Qing's shin. Her leg flew back suddenly, almost killing her.

Fall 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 in the palm of his hand and moved thirty centimeters away with his chair: "It's nothing important. Just keep talking. You haven't heard enough. Last time, a good-looking boy confessed to me. I'm still here."

I go to school next door, but he started crying before he finished speaking, tsk, it made the scene look like a bully forcing a girl into prostitution."

Yu Lanchuan curled his fingers on the edge of the table. He didn't know what Gan Qing saw, but he vaguely realized that what he was about to answer might be a question.

The air froze for a moment.

What do you like about someone?

If you have to get the score for this question, the idea of ​​​​solving the problem is actually nothing more than three directions: appearance, connotation, weight - "appearance" means young and beautiful, "connotation" means sincerity and fun, sound personality, and "weight" is more complicated

Of course, we cannot say that it is material conditions, status and education, but can only be said to be "the demeanor and temperament brought by having money, power and status", or "the radiance of self-cultivation and knowledge."

"You look in line with my aesthetics," Yu Lanchuan said carefully, "This is the premise, otherwise we would be sworn brothers now. Your personality is easy to get along with... For me, a woman with a compatible personality is still a good choice.

It’s quite unusual.”

Gan Qing said sincerely: "I think that should be your problem."

"It is indeed my problem," Yu Lanchuan nodded calmly, "But at this age, rather than changing myself to cater to others, I would rather wait for someone who is compatible with me, even if it is not easy to find. Also, due to genetic factors, I am easier to

Being attracted to something powerful and mysterious, even though it may mean trouble - you Wan Muchun just fit this point."

Gan Qing: "I've been convinced. It's so suitable. It seems like fate!"

Yu Lanchuan did not laugh along with her. He said seriously: "But skin will age. If you are an uncontrolled foodie like you, I think you may not only age in the future, but also get fat."

Gan Qing: "..."

"Personality will also change. In fact, human personality is not as strong as river ice in spring. If you can travel through time and space, many people will fight with themselves ten years ago. As for other things, they are all illusions.

There is no difference between the shells of hermit crabs." Yu Lanchuan said slowly, "And I, just because I was fascinated by these things, I chased you for a while by chance, and I just happened to pursue my feelings. I don't know how to like it now.

What do you mean, maybe it’s just like someone else’s famous racing cat, but you still like the local cat in front of your house.”

"You have..." Gan Qing was stunned for a long time, covered his face, and smiled helplessly, "Are you poisonous?"

Yu Lanchuan remained silent and sat quietly across from the shabby small dining table. His eyes were sincere and almost passionate. He stretched out his arms and put his hand on Gan Qing's head: "Hey, native cat, your smile is uglier than your cry. Who can bully you?"

is you?"

Gan Qing said softly: "I don't know."

She thought her life was a drama that coexisted with tragedy and vicissitudes. She was a wanderer who went against the wind. But now she found out that it was just a crude black comedy. She was a panicked clown who didn't know where to put her efforts.

Yu Lanchuan's hand slid down the top of her head, passing over the dry corners of her eyes and skin, and finally squeezed her hand and pulled out Wei Huan's letter bit by bit.

After just two glances, he raised his head in shock: "Wait a minute! He whispered that when her father was investigating the murder case, there was a mysterious friend outside who helped him. Could it be Wei Huan?"

"Sister Meizhen said that that night, the gang members kidnapped several family members of the elders of the Beggar Gang. The guards fell asleep, and a few drunken gangsters threw cigarette butts for fun, and 'accidentally' set the factory on fire. The kidnappers

Regardless of whether he or she started the fire, they were all sentenced for negligence. The longest sentence was seven years. They were all involved in the kidnapping. As for those who threw cigarette butts and caused the fire, they were just passing by after drinking too much.

They basically didn't have anything to do. They went in and walked around and came out. Many years later, several of the sentenced people were released from prison one after another. Zhu Cong also grew up. He couldn't calm down and returned to Yanning to investigate what happened back then. He found that

Those gangsters who seemed to be an 'accident' all ran away anonymously. He had no one else 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 it.

What is the motive of the person? The letter didn’t say anything... It’s probably the kind that others promised to benefit from, or some of his pigtails fell into the hands of others. When the owner of the suffering discovered it, he would definitely

Will defend myself..."

Yu Lanchuan answered: "They only asked me to throw a cigarette butt. I didn't know that the factory would catch fire and there would be people inside."

The two people said this sentence almost at the same time.

Gan Qing's voice was deep in his throat: "Wei Huan started killing with one dollar, then he pulled out the radish and brought out the mud. They searched and took revenge all the way. Among them... one of them was named Gan. When he killed him

His wife was alarmed, she was stimulated, and she went crazy from then on. He left a little girl behind, who was taken away and raised by Wei Xiao, who was looking for unfilial disciples... because he felt that the crimes Wei Huan had committed were all

It's his debt."

"Gan Qing..."

"Do you know what the last words Wei Huan said to me? He said, 'I lost, I'm going to surrender, little junior sister, don't kill me.'"

Wei Huan is an inconspicuous man. He is not as good as his master Zhou Zheng. He is very dark and thin. He walks with his head down. He can sneak in and move bricks at any construction site. He was not even forty years old at the time, and he was already showing his age.

Old man, when he said this, he looked a little pitiful.

"I thought he was begging for mercy because he was afraid of death. I thought why is this person so disgusting?" Gan Qing's shoulders suddenly collapsed, "I..."

She had gone through so much trouble to fish Wei Huan out. For this reason, she skipped school and wandered into various underground places. She became full of violence and decided that he was greedy for life and afraid of death. She wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but how could she stop?

Wei Huan found out, and in the end he almost fought to the death, leaving her covered in bruises and almost crawling back home.

However, those terrible injuries did not leave any sequelae. Instead, she chose the knife herself, leaving her with only one hand to lift heavy objects.

At that time, was Wei Huan really powerless and unable to hurt her vital parts?

Or was it just a last-ditch effort to make the incident look like an unfair fight, or even the underage girl's self-defense...desperately pushing her away from the crazed murderer?

How can we live a peaceful and happy life?

First of all, you must have the ability to settle down and make a living, and you must have a lot of money, otherwise a serious illness will drive you to desperation. Secondly, you must pay attention to maintaining your social relationships. You must be able to speak at critical times and have someone listen to what you say, otherwise you will be bullied.

Reason somewhere.

You must also manage your own expectations and desires, and even manage other people's expectations of you. Otherwise, if you don't pay attention, you will become resentful.

And... I must have a strong heart. Regardless of the disturbances from the outside world, I will remain firm and choose my own path.

Having accomplished all this, all human resources have been exhausted and only destiny is left.

Destiny said, okay, let's go.

This is considered a dangerous situation, leaving a dog's life behind.

Tianming said, wait, wait a moment.

Then in this short half of my life, all the hardships I have endured, the sins I have endured, the blood I have shed, and my soul that I thought was forged by the fire... are all in vain.

Gan Qing thought, next time, if there is a little girl who is ignorant of the world, she stares at her big owl-like eyes and asks confusedly: "What will you base your life on?"

She would never dare to laugh it off again.

In the corner of the small restaurant, the silly child who was burned was sobbing softly. The boss took out a steel hammer and coaxed him: "Okay, just blow on it and it will be fine. Don't cry, we still have guests."

.Grandpa gives you money, and you go out to buy ice cream."

The young man pouted and shouted vaguely: "I don't want it!"

"What's the matter? Don't you like to eat?" the boss asked him, "Just the chocolate flavored one..."

"I don't-don't want it!" The boy raised his voice and pushed the boss's hand away.

He was not serious, but the old boss didn't stop, he staggered and pushed him, and the steel fell all over the floor.

"Ouch," the boss's hands flew in the air like windmills for a long time, he grabbed the edge of the table in a dangerous way, and fell down on the small stool, "You can throw me to death again!"

The young man was so frightened that he opened all his orifices.

The boss pressed Chutu's trembling heart and threatened him: "If you beat me to death, no one will feed you! You will have to sleep on the street and beg for food!"

After hearing this, the young man was really frightened. He opened his mouth, let go of his voice, and cried heartbrokenly, as if he was the voice of all the sad things in the world at this moment.

But Yu Lanchuan looked at Gan Qing in fear, because Gan Qing was startled by the cry, turned his head and listened for a while, and actually smiled.

Then she stood up and walked to the young man, helping the boss pick up the coins scattered on the ground: "Don't scold him. There must be some hooligan from No. 13 Middle School who bullied him - hey, look at this."

Gan Qing pinched her fingers and snapped her fingers twice in front of the young man. A coin rolled from the gap between her little finger to the tip of her thumb, and danced around on the tip of her thumb several times. Gan Qing was

Grab it into the palm of your hand.
To be continued...