As a young woman, Gan Qing couldn't help but take a second look when she met a young man with an open arms on the street. After taking a look, she felt that this body should have breasts and waist, so it wouldn't be too much to put it on display.

Just... In such a small, broken place where gutter oil and stove ashes are everywhere, is it necessary to work so hard to be fashionable?

"I met you once in Rongxian Hutong when I was a child." Yu Lanchuan lowered his head and glanced at Boss Meng's hands - Boss Meng's hands were very thick, stained with a little oil because he had used spoons all the time, but the skin and flesh were extremely delicate and as moist as jade.

, they really don’t look like the hands of a middle-aged man. Facing Boss Meng’s confused eyes, Yu Lanchuan introduced himself vaguely, “My surname is Yu.”

Meng Tianyi and Gan Qing's faces went blank for a moment.

"Oh, you!" Meng Tianyi straightened up his slightly bent waist, and then lowered his voice, "You... take a seat in the store, please come in."

After saying that, he waved his hand to one side, deliberately not looking at Gan Qing, and pretended to be very casual and sent her away: "Gang'er, it's none of your business, go back first, be careful on the way."

The moment Yu Lanchuan spoke, Gan Qing took half a step back and retreated from the light. His already low sense of presence was almost gone.

When she heard Boss Meng speak, she nodded like a ghost, turned around and left without saying a word.

Yu Lanchuan didn't pay attention to her at first. He glanced out of the corner of his eye out of habit and saw a blurry silhouette. His heart skipped a beat and he blurted out to stop her: "Wait a minute."

Gan Qing seemed to be startled by him. He stood stiffly, turned around cautiously and asked, "Call me?"

Her wide eyes were full of panic, and her shoulders were tense and trembling, like a frightened hare.

When Yu Lanchuan saw her appearance clearly, he felt disappointed and the memories that were tumbling in his heart suddenly evaporated.

"It's nothing," he said calmly and politely, "the one they stopped today is my brother, I want to say thank you."

Gan Qing responded dully: "No, you're welcome."

Yu Lanchuan exhaled from his nose and thought: "Where did Chai He Niu come from? She can't even speak well."

He still had to save his patience to serve Party A's father. He was very impatient with this kind of thing who "kicked him but couldn't get anything out of him". With a restrained nod, he stopped paying attention to this passerby and walked in with his legs raised.

In Tianyi Crayfish" shop.

Gan Qing thought: "I was shocked. The Yu family must have had their ancestral graves ripped open, and they went crazy."

She lowered her head and walked away in a hurry, like an inconspicuous shadow.

The alleys in the back alleys of Nitang are like a maze. At this time, except for the open-air barbecue street, other places have fallen silent. Even the night wind has become stagnant. Whether the street lights are in disrepair depends on your mood.

It's still flickering. When people walk inside, the sound of footsteps echoing slightly.

Weird and scary.

I don't know if it was because he was afraid of walking alone at night, but Gan Qing deliberately rubbed his slippers on the ground and hummed a song.

When she reached the most backlit place, a figure emerged from the intersection she passed - if Liu Zhongqi were here, he would recognize this person as one of the three men who blackmailed him, the bald one.

The bald man stared at Gan Qing's back fiercely for a moment, then raised his feet and chased after him. He was a sturdy man, nearly 1.9 meters tall. When he walked, there was no sound under his feet.

Gan Qing didn't realize it and turned down the alley. On the quiet alley, there were only the shuffling footsteps of plastic slippers and a hoarse female voice: "After crossing the hill, even though my head is gray..."

The bald man tightened his chin slightly, walked faster and faster, clenched his fists, and ferocious muscles and veins appeared on his arms.

"Never-ending chatter, the sadness that comes when the time comes..."

The bald man rushed across the intersection, but then there was another sudden brake at his feet - before him was a dead end, pitch black, with nothing but a scrapped shared bicycle.

Where are people?

At this time, the "kick, tap, tap" sound of slippers sounded again, and the sound came from behind him!

"I haven't seen immortality as I wished..."

The bald head suddenly turned around and saw the nosy "cashier" walking past the intersection behind him. She had her pockets in her pockets and was too lazy to lift her feet. She was walking staggeringly and didn't even look in his direction.

There was no one nearby anyway, so the bald head simply stopped covering up and shouted: "Stop!"

After roaring, he stretched out his long legs and chased Gan Qing. Baldhead ran to the intersection, took only five or six steps, and passed by in a blink of an eye. However, in the blink of an eye, the woman just now disappeared out of thin air again.

"Just get rid of yourself first——"

The tune of the song was about to run away, echoing in the alley, ringing in all directions, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on the back of the bald head: "Where did you come from? Don't pretend to be a ghost!"

When he roared out, the singing and footsteps disappeared at the same time. For a moment, only the low humming, rustling and sneaking sound of the night wind was left all around.

The bald man's heart beat faster, he subconsciously bent his knees and raised his elbows, covered his head with both hands, held his breath, and looked around warily.

Suddenly, an indescribable shuddering feeling flowed through his body, and then, an unnatural wind hit his temple. The bald head found with horror that he was too late to hide or block it. There was a stinging pain on his temple, and in his mind

There was a "buzz" sound and I thought: "It's over."

However, the expected bloody scene of the head being punched through did not happen. The bald man was stunned for a while, and then he realized that his oily skin was not even broken. He reached out and touched it blankly, and the big head rested safely on his neck.

Just now it seemed that the wind had just picked up small sand and gravel, and it happened to fall on his face.

The bald man searched in the alley for a while like a headless fly, but he didn't even pick up any footprints. He was just getting lucky. At this time, the phone in his pocket rang. He took it out and took a look. His voice dropped an octave out of thin air, and he almost said

He was so gentle: "Hey, Master... Me? I was in that alley in the afternoon, and I just happened to see the police... What did you say?"

After he answered the call, he ran away in a hurry without bothering to trouble Gan Qing again.

After leaving the back alley of Nitang, we passed two more intersections and ran into a McDonald's with a sweaty bald head.

The clerk who was clearing the tables was startled by the fierce man. He took a step back and his eyes widened. The bald man didn't bother to look for faults. He looked around and walked towards a table in the corner——

In the evening, the underage old lady and two other men sat in the corner. The three of them ordered a bag of small chips. No one ate them, it seemed they were just posing. There were bulging luggage bags piled under their feet.

The bald man took a breath and came to his companion: "Have you not paid all the money? How can you say that you will not be allowed to live if you don't want to live in it? How can there be such a reason? I will go find them!"

"They refunded the money to us," the scarred man next to him first called "Senior Brother" and then said, "I can't help it. Someone suddenly checked today. The landlord doesn't know what's going on and doesn't dare to rent anymore."

The bald man was about to speak when the old lady suddenly raised her head and glanced at him: "Who did you meet?"

The bald head was stunned: "Ah? Oh, a little bitch who works as a waiter in a small shop. Today she was meddling in her own business and attracted the police. I want to catch up and punish her."

The old lady asked: "Caught up?"

"Uh... that's not the case... isn't it too dark? I'm not as experienced as she is. I lost her half way through, so she's lucky..."

Before he finished speaking, the old lady suddenly leaned forward, stretched out her hand and wiped the temple of the bald head, leaving a light stain. If you look closely, it looked like charcoal ash from a barbecue stall.

When the bald man saw her fingers clearly, he was so excited that he broke into a cold sweat.

"If I can scratch your head, I can prescribe it for you. I don't want to get to know you today." The old lady sat back slowly and sighed, "I know which street and store that person is from.

?"

The bald man said humbly: "I know, it's on the street full of barbecue stalls."

The old lady nodded: "Since she didn't hurt anyone today, she just wanted to stay out of other things besides her own door. Just avoid her in the future."

The bald head muttered unwillingly: "A girl who looks like firewood..."

"Okay!" The old lady raised her voice slightly and interrupted him, "What did I tell you when you were at home? Yan Ning hides its dragons and crouching tigers. When you meet people of the same profession, hide away. Don't think you are too powerful. You are a frog in a well!

"

The bald man didn't dare to say anything, and the other two men also lowered their heads to listen to the instruction.

The small table was quiet for a moment, and all four people's eight eyes were focused on the French fries on the table. The French fries were already cold, and the oil seeping out soaked the paper bag. No one moved, and they were lying there alone, but there was someone beside them.

Several bags of sucked ketchup packets lay in a mess on the table.

After a while, Scarface broke the silence: "Master Wife, it's not an option for us to stay here all the time. If it doesn't work out, why don't we stay in a hotel today?"

The lame man next to him, who had been silent all this time, said in a sullen voice: "Master's wife is staying in a hotel, and we three brothers can just spend the night outside. It's not cold in the summer anyway."

The old lady seemed to be a little moved. She reached out and grabbed the small bundle beside her. She didn't know what she thought of. After a while, she sighed again and shook her head.

At this time, Gan Qing also returned to his "home".

She walked slower and dragged her steps even more, because when she was hiding from the bald head, she ran a little too fast. Most of the plastic strap on her left slipper broke off, leaving less than half a centimeter of it dangerously sticky. She was afraid that if she lifted it,

My feet, I have to jump back on one foot today.

Gan Qing was relieved when he saw the familiar street lamps in front of his house from afar, and decided to go back and borrow a pair of slippers from his roommate for two days.

She now lives in an illegal group rental house. There are eight small cubicles in the house, each with a bunk bed and a bunk bed, for two people. Most of the roommates are women, and everyone has agreed not to smoke in public spaces.

No one didn't flush the toilet, so it was fairly clean. As for the girl who lived in her upper bunk, staying up all day and night, it was a trivial matter. Gan Qing was a person who could fall asleep in a bridge cave, so he didn't mind this interruption.

Overall, she felt that her little house was cheap, clean, close to her workplace, everything was good, and it was of high quality and low price.

Unfortunately, these days, high-quality and cheap things are often accompanied by other problems - such as illegality.

So that day, when Gan Qing was walking home humming "The Hills", he found that "home" was gone.

A group of people carrying pots and pans gathered downstairs. Gan Qing met her roommate among them. The roommate dug out a pair of slippers for her and told her that Yanning City had recently started a new round of crackdowns on group rentals.

Their rental house was sealed and they had to move immediately and were not allowed to stay overnight.

So their group, including the "owls" who stay out at night and the "larks" who go to bed early and get up early, were all thrown into the street.

Fifteen minutes later, Gan Qing rescued her simple luggage, squatted on the curb on the side of the road, and cooked corn in her arms - the corn was also given by her owl roommate, and it was quite sweet.

Milky white street lamps were lined up behind her, and their thin lamp poles stretched out like a row of dancing swans, extending along the wide road, gently undulating, strung together with the lights of thousands of houses.

That night was truly a coincidence.
Chapter completed!