"Here, that house is yours." Although Mrs. Zhang - whose real name is Zhang Meizhen - is very dissatisfied with Gan Qing's gender, since she has been found by her nephew, it is probably not easy to throw her out directly, so she should let her go.

She entered the house.

Because there is a corridor to the north of this building, all the bedrooms face south. Although it is a second bedroom, the space is not cramped. The windows are bright and clean. When you lower your head, you can see the rows of old locust trees in the south courtyard. The curtains must have just been changed and washed.

Stained with the warm smell of detergent, there is a lush pot of glass crabapple in the corner, unbridledly red.

When Gan Qing walked into Courtyard No. 110, he backed down once.

Unfortunately, she bumped into Yu Lanchuan and Mr. Yang in the elevator, and she gave up again.

When we arrived at 1003, we found that Mrs. Zhang didn't like her very much. She had actually made up her mind not to be annoying here, so she would just sit there for a while and leave.

As for the place to live, she has also thought about it. She can borrow some plastic stools from Boss Meng, put them together, and sleep in the store first. She does not have the legendary ability of "hanging ropes and lying on beams", but the plastic benches probably can.

It won't kill her.

All psychological construction collapsed in front of this room.

Let alone Xiangyang, she had not seen a house with windows for a long time.

The small building is deep in the courtyard. The dense plants in the courtyard block the noise on the road. The sound of car horns is as far away as a needle falling to the ground. Standing by the window, with Gan Qing's ears, he can even hear the sound of the small clock in the living room.

The sound of "tick" is so quiet that it is almost luxurious.

After taking one look at it, Gan Qing decided to go all out and be shameless.

Zhang Meizhen leaned against the door, flipped up her long hair, and asked her, "You don't have any bad habits, do you?"

The shameless Gan Qing immediately replied: "No, I will definitely go to bed early and get up early. I will keep a regular schedule. I will wash up and go to bed when I come back from get off work in the evening. The lights-out time will not exceed 10:30. I will get up before 6 in the morning so that I can prepare breakfast for you. I I don’t watch TV, my cell phone is muted, I don’t bring customers, and I have couriers to send them to the store. Although I don’t have mysophobia, I can collect garbage at any time, wipe the table at any time, wash my face in the sink, and my hair will never block the sewer. , if there is anything else you need me to do, you can tell me."

After listening to this, Zhang Meizhen was speechless for a while: "How many years have you been a monk?"

Gan Qing felt that these words did not sound like compliments to her, so she did not dare to answer them rashly, so she could only smile.

"I don't have breakfast, so you don't have to worry about me, and don't look for me before ten o'clock," Zhang Meizhen waved her hand, "Sometimes I go out to play in the evening and come back late. I will bring the key myself, so you don't have to leave the door - but just in case

If you drink too much, you might make some noise, aren't you a neurasthenic?"

Gan Qing digested the old lady's words and quickly shook his head in awe.

"That's good." Zhang Meizhen rolled her eyes at the ceiling. She had nothing to say to her, so she chanted to Gan Qing, "Amitabha."

These days, the old people are going crazy, and the young people are tremblingly searching for medical insurance.

Shamelessly, Gan Qing took up residence in Xinwo.

It is so comfortable here. There is no roommate banging on the door when taking a shower. The double bed can not only stretch out the legs, but also roll back and forth. There is no non-stop sound of water in the bathroom all night long, and no one keeps running.

Wearing slippers, she walked in and out. It was so quiet that she was not used to it. She actually had a little insomnia on the first day, so she put on her clothes, got up, and walked to the window to bask in the moonlight.

Ms. Zhang Meizhen hasn't come back yet. It's not like she went out to hang out today - she went next door.

The lights next door are brightly lit, and many people are there. People from Courtyard No. 110 have come from afar. There is no room to sit in the room, so they are crowded in the corridor, waiting to line up to go in and offer a stick of incense to the old man Yu Huaide.

When Gan Qing was young, he once met the old man. He remembered that he was very kind, always smiled before saying anything, was of high seniority, and had excellent swordsmanship. People came to him to mediate when they had problems. At one party, everyone drank too much.

He started to make noises, saying that he wanted to kowtow to the old man and worship him as the leader of the alliance. Of course, Mr. Yu refused to accept it, but from then on, "Leader Yu" started shouting.

With the window open, Gan Qing could hear the voices of people with southern and northern accents next door. People spoke in very low voices, very solemnly, and not noisy at all. Then someone played "Farewell" on a harmonica.

The thin and melodious sound of the harmonica teased the midsummer night, moving harmlessly to the tune.

She listened intently, a little lost in thought.

I asked you when you were going to come, and when you came, don't linger.

The stuffed dog given by Owl's roommate was sitting on the window sill with its tongue hanging out, and a puppy tag hung on its chest. Gan Qing was so busy looking for a house earlier that she didn't take a closer look. Now, she realized that there was a puppy tag on the dog tag.

One line of words represents the crooked body of an owl roommate.

Gan Qing turned over the dog tag and saw it said: What will you base your life on?

I don’t know if this is a parting message or if it was written casually by Owl Roommate for fun. Gan Qing read it, smiled, got back under the quilt, closed his eyes and rested.

Boss Meng is right, even No. 110 Courtyard is different from before.

Except for the night when I said goodbye to old man Yu Huaide, and many people came here, this place is no different from an ordinary residential area. Most of the people I encounter when I go out every day are office workers with troubled faces and elementary school students who go to cram schools.

The extremely bored adults were walking their dogs in the courtyard, exercising and chewing their tongues.

Ms. Zhang Meizhen, who was not very satisfied when they first met, has always been on good terms with her - mainly because they can't get along.

When Gan Qing went to work in the morning, she hadn't gotten up yet. In the evening, Gan Qing had already woken up, but she hadn't come back yet. They lived in the East Eighth District together, and there seemed to be a Pacific Ocean time difference between them.

Gan Qing had lived here for a month, and the most common thing Zhang Meizhen said to her was "collect the express delivery for me."

In addition to express delivery, Mr. Yang’s granddaughter also occasionally comes to deliver things.

Uncle Yang's granddaughter is the one they met in the elevator, her name is Yang Yifan. It is said that she owns a company and is a prosperous female boss. Gan Qing doesn't know what the company does, because uncles and aunts gossip and don't discuss their careers.

What they usually talk about is "that crazy girl from the old Yang family. She is in her thirties and has no partner. She hangs out all day long and is as careless as she is. I get worried when I see her."

Every time Yang Yifan was sent by her grandfather, her nose was not a nose and her eyes were not eyes. When she caught up with Mrs. Zhang at home, she would put down her things and roll her eyes. When Mrs. Zhang was not at home, she would drag Gan Qing into a long speech.

He ridiculed Ms. Zhang Meizhen from head to toe.

After seeing off Mr. Yu, the door next door was locked, and the young talented man from the Yu family never came again.

In the blink of an eye, the short summer in Yanning passed by in a hurry. After two rains, it became cold in the morning and evening, and the signs of autumn showed up.

The students were gloomy and ready to start school, and the social workers were also beaten down by the upcoming third quarter, trembling under the murderous intention of the KPI above their heads.

Yu Lanchuan took a week off in order to take care of his uncle's funeral. When he came back, he was whipped into a spinning top. The house was leaking and it rained all night. The company's risk control director - Yu Lanchuan's boss

My boss - he had a cerebral infarction on the way to get some sweets from the tea room. He was only in his early forties and was taken away by an ambulance. It had been several days and he was still not out of danger.

The rabbit dies and the fox grieves, and everything hurts its own kind. The overtime dogs clutched the stomachs of the "three highs", and they all seemed to have seen their own fate, and they were gloomy for a while. Most of the internal affairs of the department fell on Yu Lanchuan, which made him dizzy.

Secretly, I changed from getting up early every day to practice "Seven Jue Sword" to once in the morning and evening. I worked really hard - I had no choice but to live until retirement if I didn't work hard to maintain my health.

Under such circumstances, Yu Lanchuan couldn't be too harsh on him for forgetting his brother's birthday.

August 30th was Liu Zhongqi's sixteenth birthday. A week in advance, he began to look forward to it. Before his parents left, they told his eldest brother that his life was very stressful and he was not allowed to ask for this or that. Liu Zhongqi didn't want any gifts, he just wanted to

Brother, come back early and have a bowl of noodles with him...you can also cook instant noodles.

He circled this day on the calendar in the living room. In case Yu Lanchuan didn't see it, he got up early that morning and struck up a conversation at the dinner table and asked, "Brother, are you working overtime today on Sunday?"

Yu Lanchuan said "hmm" without raising his head.

"Then can you come back early? Come back for dinner?"

Yu Lanchuan held chopsticks in his right hand and replied to WeChat with his left hand. He was so busy that he didn't even hear what he said. He said "hmm" out of habit and forgot about it.

Birthdays during the winter and summer vacations are never as lively as in school, especially when the term is about to start. Everyone is crazily catching up on homework and not in the mood to care about anything else. Throughout the whole day, only a few classmates who usually have a good time sent him messages.

After receiving the message, his parents in a foreign country sent him an electronic greeting card. It would take several days for the gift to arrive.

Liu Zhongqi went out to buy cakes by himself, but when it was eight o'clock in the evening, Yu Lanchuan still had no intention of coming back. He tried to make a call, but the line was busy, and sent a message, but the other party did not reply.

I called again at nine o'clock and the line was still busy.

Ten o'clock... I finally got through this time. It was very noisy on the other end of the phone. Yu Lanchuan didn't know who to talk to: "... As far as I know, that's not the case. Where did you get this market price? I hope everyone can be more rigorous, okay?"

Then he seemed to cover his cell phone, lowered his voice, and said quickly: "You can order takeout yourself. Go to bed early. My brother is too busy right now. If you have anything to do, go back and talk to me. Be good."

After hanging up the phone, five seconds later, the phone vibrated again. Liu Zhongqi opened WeChat with hope, expecting to see even a "Happy Birthday", but received a red envelope.

The message is the system default "Congratulations on getting rich, good luck and good luck".

Liu Zhongqi sat alone at the dining table for a long time, silently cut a piece of cake and ate it. Then he picked up his schoolbag, took two changes of clothes, and decided to run away from home.

At this o'clock, Gan Qing was already going to sleep and was about to turn off the lights when his phone vibrated and there was a friend request. The note was "Star Dream Customer".

She felt that these customers who stayed up at night and couldn't afford the morning were a bit annoying, but customers are God after all, so she hesitated and passed.

The avatar of "God" is a British rock star, and his name is "Yes Zhong Bu Qi". He quickly sent a message: "You said the first three consultations are free."

Just know it is so.

Gan Qing sighed and huddled under the quilt, thinking about how to get rid of the unpleasant guest.

"God" said again: "I'm at the door of Star Dream. Is your store closed?"

Gan Qing yawned and replied: "The business hours are from 10 am to 8 pm, dear."

"Oh," God "is typing" for a while and then asked nonchalantly, "Can you work overtime?"

Gan Qing: "..."

"God" said: "Don't all adults work overtime?"

"My job is to gain insight into the trajectory of stars and the subtle aura of the universe, dear," Gan Qing began to talk nonsense, "The universe is moving all the time, and time is a very important parameter. It can only be observed at the right time.

I’ve discovered the secret of destiny. Forgive me, dear.”

"God" made her kiss so hard that she couldn't make a sound.

Gan Qing breathed a sigh of relief and fell asleep.

The next morning, Gan Qing strolled to work at Star Dream as usual and stretched out. She was about to unlock the door when she suddenly stopped.
Chapter completed!