Sellers use all kinds of strange names for customers. "Beauty" and "Handsome Guy" are ordinary versions, "Dear" and "Baby" are disgusting versions, "Your Highness" and "Little Master" are inexplicable versions, "Golden Master" and "Dad"...

…It’s a shameless version.

This usually happens unintentionally on the part of the speaker and unintentional on the part of the listener. After the money and goods are settled, everyone will consciously sever the relationship between father and son.

However, Yu Lanchuan seemed not only unwilling to buy something, but also unwilling to follow the "hidden rules" between buyers and sellers. His expression was very difficult to explain, which made Gan Qing feel as if he had verbally molested him, so he had to explain: "It's just an ordinary..."

Yu Lanchuan didn't wait for her to finish speaking, and quickly answered: "Of course I know, you are overthinking."

Gan Qing: "...second person."

The second half of the sentence overlapped with his. For some reason, it sounded even more embarrassing. Gan Qing could only spread his hands: "I didn't think about anything."

It's obvious that you are overthinking.

"Isn't it just a word of mouth? You are not done yet!" Yu Lanchuan eagerly wanted to remove this topic, and the urgency seemed to be concealing it. "Anyway, you won't be solemn for a day or two."

"Oh, okay," Gan Qing showed him a solemn face and said sadly as if reciting a eulogy, "Mr. Yu Lanchuan, what do you do for me?"

Yu Lanchuan's eyes wandered in the store: "Yesterday in the circle of friends, you posted those beads that attract peach blossoms in spring, and those scissors..."

"Scissors?" Gan Qing looked puzzled, "I don't sell scissors, why don't you go to the nearby grocery store and ask?"

Yu Lanchuan: "Isn't that the scissors you use for finding things that you posted in WeChat Moments?"

"That's called 'Hang on Scissors'. I couldn't think of anything to update on the public account yesterday, so I just searched the Internet for some feudal superstitious knowledge that has a lot of followers." Gan Qing said, "Which of your colleagues asked for it and didn't review the topic carefully?

Just use ordinary scissors, no special consecration is required - strange, I thought people who like to engage in superstitions have heard of this. Why, there are older newcomers in the field of metaphysics, and they are still so willing to spend money?"

"Older and newer" Yu Lanchuan: "..."

In fact, none of his colleagues asked him to do the shopping for him - those who were celebrating the Chinese New Year were all at home dealing with the three aunts and six wives - he just accidentally turned to the back alley of Nitang and came in inexplicably. He didn't know what he was doing. He was chased by her and asked, so he thought in a hurry.

An excuse.

Throughout the year, the only time Yu Lanchuan could take a complete break was the Spring Festival holiday.

His family has few relatives. His parents went abroad this year, his grandfather passed away, and his biological father is nowhere to be found. There are no relatives who need to move around. He had already planned to spend half a day to take the naughty Liu Zhongqi out to play, and the rest of the time was

Use it to have a good home.

He wants to review the whole year, make personal plans for next year, catch up on classic movies and books, pick one or two online courses to focus on new areas, and add a few "slashes" to himself - every year he does this

This kind of vacation is fulfilling and busy.

But I don't know what happened this year. He was very restless sitting at home, always looking for a reason to go out for a walk.

"You can choose the rose quartz that attracts peach blossoms yourself." Gan Qing took out a few large cartons. They may have just been purchased. Before they had time to package them, he put them on the counter. The texture was like those sold at street stalls in the last century.

The plastic bead door curtain is very unsightly.

Yu Lanchuan stretched out his hand and pulled it twice in disgust: "How on earth do you make people believe in the aura of selling such a ghost thing?"

"A sincere heart leads to success," Gan Qing said nonchalantly. "Those who are willing to spend money to buy these are all eager to find a partner. Anyway, the streets are full of people. If you look for a partner sincerely, you can always meet a few.

, doesn’t this work? As for those who don’t take action and hope that the lover of their dreams will fall from the sky, they can comfort themselves with this.”

Yu Lanchuan: "What's the comfort?"

Gan Qing raised her eyelids, revealing her pupils that were rendered gray by contact lenses: "Someone has a crush on me."

Yu Lanchuan's steadily beating heart was in vain.

"But 'that person is too shy and I am too slow, so I don't know.'" Gan Qing picked up a rose quartz bracelet, wiped the dust on it, and began to put it into the gift box. "In the coming spring, the flowers will bloom."

Ji, it’s good to have this illusion. After all, our store’s main business is to sell dreams and beauty.”

Yu Lanchuan paused and suddenly said: "It's possible...it's not an illusion."

"First of all, we don't have the revenge for killing our father, and secondly, we don't have clear rules and regulations. No matter how deep the city is, we are all hiding our bad feelings. Who can hide their good feelings so tightly?" Gan Qing lowered his head and laughed, shook his head and said, "How can I do that?

Only people who look at people's faces are so dull that they know nothing about them? Such idiots are rare."

The adult world is like a martial arts competition in the arena. You just have to get to the point, and you don’t have to explain everything in detail.

Yu Lanchuan's eyes fell on those pink glass beads: "...Oh."

The broken heart fell to the cement floor with a thud and almost cracked.

Gan Qing said with a smile: "Powder Quartz is a New Year's treat. If you buy five pieces, you will get a 'get rich overnight' card. The rich woman is waiting for you not far away."

Yu Lanchuan picked out four items and threw them in front of her: "Check out."

The "Tianyi Crayfish" next door specializes in hot pot and noodle soup in winter. Boss Meng guided his apprentices to finish frying a pot of ingredients, and saw Yu Lanchuan through the smoky window: "Little Yu, please come by when you have time. I have...

…”

Yu Lanchuan nodded hastily to him and left without saying a word.

"...I just made the hot sauce." Meng Tianyi looked at his back and muttered, "Why are you walking so fast? I want to bring him a jar to try."

"What kind of hot sauce?" Gan Qing walked in, "Uncle Meng, I want it."

"I just know how to eat." Meng Tianyi glanced at her angrily, "Eat the pot?"

"I'm hungry, don't go to all that trouble. Just boil a few slices of beef and add it to the bowl of noodles." Gan Qing poked his head and picked up some hot sauce with chopsticks and took a sip, "Oh! It's delicious. Mix it with this!"

Meng Tianyi joked: "It has only been two days since you opened the store this year, and Mr. Xiao Yu has come here for shopping several times."

Gan Qing washed his hands, took the knife from the young apprentice's hand, and sliced ​​the fat beef quickly: "A friend who takes care of business is a good friend."

Meng Tianyi glanced at her: "Don't do this, there is still pure friendship between men and women? Who hasn't been young yet!"

Gan Qing smiled: "That's that, you, the famous fairy grass and crayfish Pan'an in the back alley of Nitang! Who doesn't know about it?"

She raised the knife and put it down, and in less than a moment, she finished half the apprentice's work. The apprentice, who had never seen the world, was stunned.

"It's not easy for men and women to develop pure friendship." Gan Qing poked the kitchen knife on the chopping board and said nonchalantly, "But it's not unusual for a ram and a doe to become gentlemen while eating grass.

"

Meng Tianyi heard the implication of her words and was stunned.

Gan Qing raised his chin at him: "Uncle Meng, be careful that the noodles are soft, and don't overcook them for me."

During the Spring Festival holiday, Star Dream closed early. Before dinner time, Gan Qing closed the door to buy groceries and go home. When she was approaching Courtyard No. 110, she suddenly stopped and turned her head.

, shooting his gaze towards a small alley at the intersection - there was a vague shadow flashing there!

Gan Qing chased after him without hesitation.

This was the small alley where she followed Xiang Xiaoman and tricked classmate Liu Zhongqi into having afternoon tea. The terrain was complicated, there were few tourists at this time, and the alleys were empty. Gan Qing stood at the intersection and concentrated for a moment, and suddenly a word popped up between her fingers.

He used the small blade to cut through the west wind and flew into the dark bicycle shed.

The small blade whirled past, and there was a very light cracking sound, which was the blade scratching the clothes! Then, a thin figure jumped up from the bicycle shed.

Gan Qing said: "Wait a minute, my friend."

The man ignored her, jumped out of the rusty railing like a monkey, and ran away. He seemed to be very familiar with the terrain here, darting left and right in the narrow alleys. Gan Qing chased her through two streets, but lost him.

Got it!

It gets dark early in winter, and it is already twilight. The wind squeezes through the alleys of different widths, making different high and low whimpers, vaguely revealing the situation of each alley to the "bosom friend", mixed with a light and urgent footsteps.

Voice,

Gan Qing turned around following the sound, but before she could chase her out, there was a sudden strong wind behind her, and an iron rod was swung straight at the back of her head. As if she had expected it, she picked up the shopping bag with one hand.

, turned half a circle with one foot as the axis, raised his left hand, and firmly grasped the iron rod that was swung over.

The person who attacked her was heavily armed, and his face was covered with a mask, leaving only a pair of dangerous little eyes exposed.

She squinted her eyes, and the small blades in her left hand flashed under the dim street lights: "Are you coming for me? It's fresh."

The attacker suddenly lowered his wrist, broke away from her hand, and swept the iron bar towards her waist.

Gan Qing suddenly stepped back, with a flash of cold light between her fingers, she slipped under the iron rod and jammed it into the wrist of the attacker holding the rod. At the same time, she happened to have her back as she dodged and retreated.

Facing the entrance of another small alley, before she could stand firm, a man suddenly rushed out from there, holding a watermelon knife in his hand, and stabbed her in the back!

Before Gan Qing's heels hit the ground, he bent his knees slightly, and with incredible lightness, he rolled up from the flat ground. His waist quickly folded back into an arch bridge, just enough to let the knife pass. The person holding the knife gave a soft drink and turned his wrist.

, the knife's power turned to flat cutting, and before he could use up his strength, his forearm suddenly felt pain and was hit by a big potato!

The blade tilted down, and the next moment someone grabbed his wrist. Gan Qing used the force of the twist to twist his wrist nearly 180 degrees, and the wrist bones made a terrible "click" sound, and the man screamed.

stand up--

At this moment, a brick flew over from nowhere, and at the same time, the glaring high-beam headlights swept across and pierced directly into Gan Qing's eyes.

Her eyes blurred and she couldn't see anything clearly. The man whose wrist she had broken pushed her. Gan Qing could only turn her head as much as possible based on her feeling and hearing, and the bricks rolled down her shoulders.

On the ground.

There was a screeching sound and a "buzz" when the motorcycle started. By the time she regained her sight, the people who had just attacked her had already run away, leaving only a watermelon knife and a few drops of blood on the ground.

These people seem to be just testing people and will leave at the first touch.

Gan Qing moved her shoulders that had been swept by Brick, picked up the potatoes that had just fallen out, and frowned slowly - if she read correctly, the person who led her into the alley was wearing rags.

, just...like a beggar.

Not long after she left, a light came on in a private house at the end of the alley. A man dressed as a beggar took a look in shock and lowered his voice to the people in the house: "Let's go. Do you believe me this time?"
Chapter completed!