Yu Lanchuan dropped by Yu Yan on the way. When he got home, it was almost ten o'clock. The door of the little boy's room was always closed, and he didn't know whether he was asleep or sulking.

Ugh, puberty.

Yu Lanchuan was too lazy to pay attention to him, always feeling that he was much more mature mentally when he was his age.

He took a look at his shirt in front of the full-length mirror, and felt like he was in a knife-like state. If he had simply lost a few buttons, he could have sewed it up, but along the texture of the fabric, a finger-long slit was torn open on the chest.

His own craftsmanship is definitely beyond repair.

"Why do you have to show off?" Yu Lanchuan, who worked three times a day, asked himself in the mirror with a sullen face, "In front of a salted fish, even if you are handsome enough to break the universe, is it worth it? Can it be worth the dry cleaning fee? You are really full.

of!"

Perhaps in order to cater to Lan Ye's "Edict of sin" - especially the last sentence - his stomach let out a long and tortuous cry.

Only then did Yu Lanchuan remember that he hadn't bothered to have dinner, so he listlessly took off his torn shirt, stuffed it into a garbage bag, and took out his cell phone to order takeout.

His mobile phone payment was connected to his bank card. As soon as he spent money, he would receive a text message indicating the change in the account balance. Facing the pop-up balance, Yu Lanchuan did not dare to look at it. He only glanced at it and his heart was as cold as his stomach.

So he picked up the torn shirt again, intending to cut it up and use it as a rag.

Of course, this won't save a few cents, but "frugality" itself is sometimes like an anesthetic, which can slightly numb the pain of poverty from a mental level.

Boss Meng from the back alley of Nitang knew his uncle, and for the sake of the old man's face, he gave them a few words of truth.

It is said that the porcelain-touching gang just came from out of town. They have some boxing skills, and the old lady is the most powerful. They come to Yanning and use some unscrupulous tricks to deceive and kidnap people everywhere. They specialize in those who are relatively "soft persimmons" at first glance.

young people take action.

In recent years, social security education has been relatively in place. Everyone understands that life is more valuable than money. So far, the victims have been very cooperative. When they see something is wrong, they immediately admit their misfortune. One hand pays the money and the other hand lets the person go. They are relatively calm.

There has never been any physical harm to anyone.

The old residents in the back alleys of Nitang had more things to do than less things to do, so no one said anything.

Boss Meng added Yu Yan's WeChat account and promised to report any clues to the police comrades at any time. This matter could only be left like this for now.

The takeout still had to wait for half an hour, so Yu Lanchuan turned on the computer and got ready to work.

He has been out for a short while, and more than a dozen unread items have popped up in his WeChat and mailboxes. The world is like transparent, everyone is tied to a terminal naked, and all kinds of information are available 24 hours a day.

The bombing never stops, even if there is no noise in his ears, it still makes him feel that life is very noisy.

Yu Lanchuan thought idly that it was better in ancient times. The heroes often went into seclusion and found a mountain nook to hide, but no one could find them.

...But then again, if you don’t bring a mobile phone in seclusion, you can’t order takeout, which is also a problem.

He stared at the report he was going to review overnight for a while, his mind was like a stage, and he couldn't calm down, so he got up, changed into loose sportswear, and went to the balcony to box twice.

There are seven movements in total in this boxing exercise, which are variations of the sword technique - his balcony is too small and he cannot practice sword practice - the sword technique was taught to him step by step by Yu Lanchuan's grandfather, called "Hanjiang Seven Techniques", and the emphasis is on "

"Be upright, peaceful, and open-minded." You must have the air of a gentleman.

Grandpa always used to say, "Chinese martial arts is profound and profound, but unfortunately not much has been passed down." Yu Lanchuan has never thought about how much lost knowledge there is in it. He has always used the Seven Secrets Sword as a fitness exercise. When he was impetuous,

When you are tired, no matter whether it is physical or mental, or if you feel uncomfortable, just walk twice and break out into a sweat.

When my grandfather was fifteen or sixteen, he caught up with the Japanese invasion of China and joined a civilian anti-Japanese organization. He went to the battlefield and was injured by shell fragments. Since then, he has lost his fertility, so he raised his younger brother's offspring.

Everyone regards him as his own child. The old man has a very strong body. Every year he tells others that he is still young, only sixty-nine. He has been "six" for decades, but still some people still believe him.

He lived a very dissolute life in his later years. He took his pension and drove around in a shabby off-road vehicle. He would stay wherever he liked for a while. In the past few years, his whereabouts had become more and more elusive, and no one from his relatives and friends could find him.

, Yu Lanchuan has not seen him for nearly two years.

Grandpa is well-connected and dares to take on troubles. He has always been eager to do justice and justice. He doesn't mind the trouble when people come from far away to ask for help, whether he knows them or not. Now, if he were in Yanning, he would dig three feet into the ground.

We also need to find out the porcelain gang to see if they are born bad or have encountered some difficulties.

Yu Lanchuan grew up next to his old man throughout his boyhood. During his middle school years, he also hoped to grow up to be a man like the old man, with his head in the sky and his feet on the ground. He would send half a bowl of Erguotou to the end of the world.

With long sleeves, everything can be settled.

But there is a hundred thousand light years between ideal and reality. Look at those college students who are obsessed with math. How many of them said when they were young that they wanted to be scientists when they grow up?

Yu Lanchuan's second grade illness came and went like a breeze. After recovering from the illness, he lived a mainstream life of college entrance examination, studying abroad, promotion and salary increase. When he came back to his senses, he had been on the road that was contrary to his ideal for many years.

If ideals are too far away, they will automatically collapse into whimsical daydreams.

Besides, how could he look like an old man?

Not realistic at all.

After all, the old man has a pension and no mortgage.

After two punches, his whole body seemed to have lost two pounds. Yu Lanchuan opened the balcony window and lay on the window lattice to blow in the air and relieve sweat.

Maybe it's going to rain, and the smell of earth gradually rises in the air, making it wet.

The old man taught him back then, partly to coax him to play, partly because he was afraid that he would be in bad health from sitting for a long time, so he teased him to stretch his muscles, but he didn't expect to teach him anything good, because Yu Lanchuan didn't look like a long-term person, and

The "Seven Secrets of Hanjiang" are a bit different from his aura - "Peerful, righteous, peaceful and open", these eight words are even considered as punctuation, which one can be related to Mr. Yu? Anyway, Grandpa didn't see it.

No one expected that he would practice for fifteen years.

At this time, the cell phone rang. Yu Lanchuan thought it was the delivery person who had arrived, so he picked it up.

"Hello, is this Yu Lanchuan, Mr. Yu?"

Yu Lanchuan: "Well, come on up and I'll open the door for you."

The person there paused inexplicably, said "I'm sorry", and then asked: "Mr. Yu Huaide, is he a relative of yours?"

Yu Lanchuan was stunned, and his chest tightened for no reason - Yu Huaide was his great-grandfather.

"It's my grandfather, what's wrong?"

"Uh... Sir, I hope you can express your condolences."

Old man Yu Huaide arrived in Sichuan at the end of last year. There is a saying that "if you are young, you will not go to Sichuan, and if you are old, you will not leave Shu." As soon as the old man arrived, he fell in love with it and decided to stay there for a long time. He enjoyed playing in Sichuan for half a year, traveling here and there.

, tasted the fragrance of Sichuan, and then he felt that he had had enough fun and the time was almost up, so he found a beautiful ravine, went in and took a few photos, stuffed the suicide note and relics into his camera bag, and sat on a small

By the stream, he took off his shoes, soaked his feet in the clear stream, rested for a while, and suddenly passed away. Only three days later, a few self-driving tourists discovered him.

Live a very divine life and die a very divine life.

Yu Lanchuan put down the phone in a daze, unable to recover for a moment.

At this time, there was a muffled thunder in the distance, rolling over with a rumble, and then the wind picked up. Within a moment, the unbearable heavy rain fell without warning.

Gan Qing and her owl roommate rushed into the subway station at the last second and escaped being drowned.

The owl roommate was sweating all over, his long hair stuck to his face in strands, and he gasped in shock.

Gan Qing doesn't usually take the subway - the subway is more expensive than the bus. As soon as he comes in, he quickly studies the route map on the wall. The owl roommate contacted a friend and took Gan Qing with him. The friend's house was relatively far away, and he had to cross more than half of it.

In urban areas, you have to change trains when taking the subway.

After Gan Qing understood the route map, he said: "We must hurry up, otherwise we may not catch the last train when we change trains. You..."

Before she finished speaking, the owl roommate burst into tears. Gan Qing was startled by the movement and looked back at her in surprise.

The girl cried as suddenly as the storm outside, without even a buffer, she howled so hard that she forgot all about it.

"Why are you so unlucky...Why won't you let me live...Why will my salary be deducted? Why is it raining? Why is my aunt here?"

There was an echo in the subway station, which blessed the three characters of "big aunt" with grandeur. Passengers returning late passed by sparsely, some raised their heads to look at her, and some hurriedly walked with their earphones plugged in, indifferently.

Gan Qing: "Shall I...find you...some hot water?"

Roommate Owl squatted down holding her stomach, and threw the big bag of luggage at her feet. There were too many things, and the zipper collapsed a little, revealing a stuffed dog caught in the claw machine. She glanced out of the corner of her eye and grabbed it.

The puppy pulled it out and threw it out as if to vent its anger, almost tripping a passerby.

Gan Qing hurriedly apologized, ran over in slippers, picked up the puppy, and just put it away for her, when the owl roommate pulled out again and threw the unfortunate puppy out again: "Why not?"

Let me throw it away! I will throw away my things!"

Gan Qing: "..."

I lost my temper.

She stood helplessly with her hands on her hips for a while, then walked to the vending machine, collected a few steel pens, bought a bottle of hot drink, patted her owl roommate on the head, and unscrewed the bottle cap for her: "

Give."

The owl roommate choked with howl, raised his eyes from his knees, looked at her, burped, stretched out his little paws, and took it slowly.

Gan Qing helped her carry her luggage: "Don't huddle up, stand up and walk around, otherwise your stomach will hurt in a while."

The cries of the owl roommate's teeth and claws subsided. After a while, she sniffed and stood up.

"Okay, don't cry." Gan Qing said calmly, "Look, although it rained, we didn't get wet. Such heavy rain won't last long. It should stop when we get off the subway. What a bad luck.

?You still have such an interesting friend who is willing to take us in in the middle of the night. Is he your former classmate?"

The owl roommate said: "No, she is my ex-boyfriend's ex-girlfriend."

Gan Qing: "..."

The owl roommate added: "My ex-boyfriend is a scumbag."

Gan Qing: "...I can see it."
To be continued...