Gan Qing was supposed to be at Star Dream at this time, but today happened to be the day to purchase goods. Ms. Zhang Meizhen was very interested in the trinkets and asked her to take them home first to choose for herself. So she just went upstairs carrying several kilograms of trinkets.

The way was blocked by a row of apples coming from afar.

She looked forward along the apple and saw that Mr. Yu was wearing a neatly pressed French shirt, ordered mother-of-pearl cufflinks, and the lenses of his new glasses were glowing with blue-green light, as if he was preparing to attend the Boao Forum...

Then he was carrying a plastic-sealed smoked chicken in his left hand, a bag of snacks that was about to be broken into pieces in his right hand, and a small flower quilt at his feet, wrapping a well-sealed pickle jar.

"..." Gan Qing was shocked by this super mix, "Isn't it too late?"

Yu Lanchuan didn't know if it was too late to pretend that he was helping Grandma Zhang pick up things.

Grandma Zhang obviously didn't want to carry this earthen pot. When the two young men stuck their buttocks out and picked up apples in the corridor, she put her shoes on in the dressing mirror at the door and put on lipstick: "I've heard that a single old woman came to see me that day.

Yang Qing, it turns out it’s her.”

"Yang Qing" is the name of old Uncle Yang. Yu Lanchuan saw it in the elegiac couplet he sent to his uncle.

Yu Lanchuan keenly heard something from the words "single old woman" and raised his head in disbelief.

Gan Qing turned his back and pointed downstairs. Then he squinted at the enchanting Ms. Zhang Meizhen and made a mouth gesture - "spare tire".

Yu Lanchuan was about to stand up with the apple in hand, but his legs went weak and he almost knelt down again.

Gan Qing turned around and asked, "Sister Meizhen, who is she?"

Yu Lanchuan looked at her again in disbelief - can people nowadays be so shameless in order to curry favor with their landlord?

Zhang Meizhen happily applied elastic to her hair and said patiently: "Her name is Qian Xiaoying. When she was young, she had a fierce temper. Some people called her 'Flying Little Pepper'. Later she grew up and got married."

"Little Pepper" didn't sound very respectful, so the big guy changed her name to "Manshan Hong". She was also a beauty. Back then, there were a few boring idle men who ranked her on the beauty list. I remember she ranked fifth or sixth."

Gan Qing said calmly: "Oh."

Zhang Meizhen asked strangely: "What do you know, little girl?"

Gan Qing found a very thick needle, sewed five strands of cotton thread on it, and neatly sewed the torn snakeskin bag shut. She went back and forth twice with the stitches, and said without raising her head: "The top spot is yours."

That’s the list.”

Yu Lanchuan: "..."

Where is the shame?

Zhang Meizhen was stunned for a moment, then she laughed so hard that she didn't deny it, and asked Yu Lanchuan: "What's wrong with her?"

Yu Lanchuan explained the matter in a few words.

"Tsk, it's so miserable." Zhang Meizhen took two steps back, looked at her whole body, and said without any care, "Then isn't she going to become a lonely old man?"

Yu Lanchuan didn't want to gossip about other people's difficulties behind their backs, so he didn't answer the question.

"It's nothing," Zhang Meizhen exhaled lightly, "who is not a lonely old man?"

Gan Qing and Yu Lanchuan were stunned at the same time. Zhang Meizhen had already picked up the Xiaokun bag and walked away.

After the hourly workers finished cleaning up, Yu Lanchuan hired a few people to move the resealed snakeskin bags to Mrs. Qian's temporary rental house. Then he took out the money alone and escorted it to the hospital in person, and looked at it carefully.

I couldn't find any trace of the old "mountain red" look on that face.

Yu Lanchuan didn't mean to say anything more, so he put down his things and left. The paper bag he left behind was too big. At first, Mrs. Qian thought it was a bag of food. When she tore open the seal, she went crazy and chased Yu Lanchuan's car.

It has disappeared.

After all, modern motor vehicles are much more advanced than the broken trains that hauled coal in the mountains decades ago, and even the flying-legged peppers can't keep up.

Mrs. Qian stood at the intersection for a long time and found a line of writing on the seal of the paper bag.

It says: Two hundred thousand yuan, "kowtow" to the brother, and Yu Lanchuan to hand it over.

After sending the money back, Yu Lanchuan sorted out the information for Monday's regular meeting and everything was fine. The sky was bright and sunny in the afternoon, which was a rare good weather. Normally on this kind of rest day, he would invite a few friends in the circle to play golf, just like in the game

Just like clearing levels, it’s a very useful way to socialize.

Today, Yu Lanchuan suddenly lost his interest. Looking back, he was not interested in any ball games to begin with. He didn't even bother to watch the games. He ended up just playing with others and chatting with his friends about the so-called "policy trends".

"In line with the times" sounds very high-end at first, but in fact it is no different from middle school girls gossiping about celebrities - they are all nonsense. As for the "network" developed through playing games and dinners, let alone whether it can be used when it is really useful.

To use it, even if you post a serious illness fundraiser in your circle of friends, no one will click in to take a look, and just give money for coffee, which shows that it is illusory.

Yu Lanchuan browsed the Internet aimlessly for a while, and suddenly took matters into his own hands and searched for "train pickpocket party". No results were found, so he followed the "two money" deeds introduced to him by Uncle Yang and searched

If you find some clues about old local news, save them, and then post them in local forums and post bars.

No one paid attention to him at first, so Yu Lanchuan put the matter aside. After a few days, he accidentally remembered it and looked back, only to find that one of the posts had been pinned to the top. Someone had written several posts.

A long article of a thousand words, telling the story of my grandfather, an old train conductor.

Then, there were more similar messages, some of which were true, and some of which were probably made up by myself from legends just to join in the fun.

"A few of them were sitting in different carriages. When they were almost there, they stood up and walked around in the car, winking at each other. Man Shanhong deliberately sat in the corner by herself, wearing a headscarf and putting a small cloth on the small table.

Yes, open the window a little. Those thieves have very sharp eyes. Seeing that she is a woman alone, they don't know how to defend themselves. They immediately target her. As soon as the speed of the car slows down, they pounce on the car window, get in and steal her things.

Man Shanhong was not soft-hearted. When she saw a thief taking the bait, she grabbed the thief's wrist and pushed the window down. When the thief saw that he had been tricked, he jumped over the wall and took out a dagger from his arms and stabbed her. She swept out with one kick.

, the dagger flew away, and several brothers who were ambushing in the car jumped out of the car to catch the thief’s accomplices.”

Fishing and law enforcement were actually similar to her later tricks.

"My grandpa said that Man Shanhong grabbed the thief who was dragged into the car, pushed him to the ground, put her knees on the thief's back, and then laughed at the arriving policeman. Her kerchief fell off, revealing a thick and long handful.

Big braids, red lips and white teeth..."

"After she sat for a few stops, she saw that nothing happened in the car, so she got out of the car. Her husband must have been waiting for her at the platform. It is said that Mr. Qian always asked other brothers to escort the window-picking thieves, and he took a shortcut through the mountains.

, using two legs, he can pick her up at the station before the train. I don’t know if the legend is true..."

Yu Lanchuan thought for a while and contacted the company's summer project intern. The intern had already returned to school and was his junior college student. Yu Lanchuan asked his junior brother to find a few students who wrote the school magazine at the university and collect these urban legend-like messages.

Send it to them and ask them to write a biography of Man Shanhong for a fee.

Then he took this biography and contacted several cultural media companies and small self-media teams that they had invested in before, packaged it up, and put it in targeted forums where there had been car-picking gangs.

It is said that later Mr. Yang, who was "buying bags and watches", saw it and also helped in it, buying a lot of marketing.

This is what Yu Lanchuan heard from others and has not been recognized by Mr. Yang himself.

Finally, when the 200,000 yuan from the "kowtow" brother had almost been spent, the story of "Manshanhong" stood out from the boring news about raising money for medical treatment, although the reading volume did not exceed the "ten"

Vanga", but as long as the people who remember her know, it is enough.

The autumn atmosphere began to become serious and serious. Scarface, one of the three brothers, was released after being found out because he had not participated in the kidnapping from beginning to end.

Social hot spots are covered, but Mrs. Qian’s son’s treatment expenses have almost been raised.

However……

After all, birth, old age, illness and death are destiny and beyond human power.

The money had just arrived and before it could be handed over to the hospital, Mrs. Qian's son suddenly deteriorated. She signed a critical illness notice for an unknown number of times and sat in the emergency room waiting as usual.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind outside the window. The closed windows in the corridor were violently shaken several times by the strong wind. The big sycamore tree in the courtyard made a "crash" sound. Mrs. Qian's heart started beating incoherently.

Lights went out.

After struggling for a few months, Mrs. Qian became a lonely old woman.

When Yu Lanchuan received the call, there was a heavy rain and there was a traffic jam in the city. The wipers could not catch up with the wipers. The traffic in front was motionless. The owner of the car next door was not afraid of getting wet. He pulled down the window and rolled up his sleeves to flick out the cigarette ashes.

Mrs. Qian waited for him in Courtyard No. 110 until late at night. The rain stopped and Yu Lanchuan arrived. Mrs. Qian asked Scarface to kowtow. After being stopped by Yu Lanchuan, who was afraid of what they were doing, she held on to the walking stick.

She bowed to him tremblingly.

Ms. Zhang Meizhen, who couldn't go out for fun because of the bad weather, leaned on the door frame of her house and suddenly said: "Little pepper."

Old lady Qian turned to leave and was stunned for a long time before she came back to her senses and looked at Zhang Meizhen with an indescribable look.

Zhang Meizhen opened her mouth, suddenly remembered something, and smiled again: "It's okay. Actually, I just wanted to tell you, 'Everything will be fine.'

Walk slowly."

Will everything get better?

No, whether it gets better or worse, you have to leave it to fate.

But no matter what happens, don’t we still have to live?

Mrs. Qian went downstairs with a scarred face and disappeared under the shade of the trees in the east courtyard.
Chapter completed!