Gan Qing really didn't expect that he would actually remember her, because this gentleman's image and temperament were very outstanding. At first glance, he belonged to the type "all women in the world are vulgar, I would rather fall in love with myself in front of the mirror".

So she was stunned for a moment and then answered briefly: "I just moved here."

"You work for Boss Meng, right," Yu Lanchuan said. "I remember that he has a relative who lives here. Did he help you find a house?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Uncle Yang's eyes turned around and fell on Gan Qing: "Meng? Is this the boy from Tianyi?"

Gan Qing suspected that Yu Lanchuan had taken the wrong medicine, and even after saying hello, he actually deigned to talk to her!

Uncle Yang's scrutinizing gaze made her sit on pins and needles - an old man who has been immersed in martial arts all his life. He knew how every muscle and every bone in the human body should move and how to exert force. Even looking at his eyes made the spectacles magnify the appearance.

Star Man's eyes seemed to contain purple lightning and blue frost, and when he glanced over, it made people feel a faint pain.

Gan Qing pretended not to notice and took a deep breath calmly, trying to relax herself as much as possible. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the chain fell off her right hand, and her two slightly bent fingers spasmed uncontrollably.

This slight movement immediately caught the eye of Lao Yang, who asked kindly: "Girl, what's wrong with your hand?"

Gan Qing pursed his lips and smiled, changed his hands on the luggage, and said vaguely: "The things are a bit heavy."

"Help me." Lao Yang asked Yu Lanchuan, and then said, "Have you been injured in your hand?"

In response, Yu Lanchuan bent down and took her big bag. At the same time, he noticed that her hands were calloused. Even in summer, the skin was still very dry. There were a few barbs growing sparsely on the fingertips that had not been taken care of.

Traces of the ravages of life. She clasped her right wrist, as if trying to calm down her stiff right hand, but instead it shook even more because of the tightness, shaking the long sleeves of her dress.

Looks a little pitiful.

"When I was a child, I fell on the roadside and my wrist was run over by a tricycle," Gan Qing said. "The hospital in our hometown was not good, so the treatment was not good."

"Oh, isn't this a delay?" Lao Yang sighed slowly, "You are young and your muscles and bones are not a big deal, but hurting your meridians is a big deal."

Gan Qing pretended not to understand and agreed dryly.

Lao Yang suddenly took half a step towards her. Following his movement, the crutch under his elbow tilted slightly. The two were about one meter apart. To an outsider, it looked like the old man was hugging her.

When you get tired of holding the urn, stand in a different position.

However, for Gan Qing, who was in the square inch room, more than half of her attention was actually on the crutch. The crooked inch of the crutch seemed to have blocked her movement space in the front, back, left, and right, and she was trapped.

The suffocating feeling came over her, making her instinctively want to avoid it.

Lao Yang was waiting for her move with glaring eyes.

At this moment, the elevator door suddenly opened, and the outflow of air hit his face with the smell of perfume, which instantly dissipated the suffocating atmosphere. Gan Qing's tense muscles suddenly relaxed, and he heard someone say: "Grandpa,

What is this you got?"

The three of them looked up together and saw a woman coming down from the elevator. She had long hair tied into a loose ponytail and a face full of hyaluronic acid. She couldn't tell how old she was. She was wearing a brand-name bag, carrying a brand-name bag, and wearing a pair of large stamped shoes under her feet.

The brand-name shoes with the logo, from head to toe, are like a walking showcase of luxury goods, with the fragrance blowing in your face when you move, and the four golden characters above your head - I am rich.

"Stop picking up rags at home," the woman said. "I just threw away your old pickle jar this morning."

When the calm old Uncle Yang saw her, his blood pressure skyrocketed, and his noble demeanor suddenly disappeared: "Who told you to throw something at me again!"

"If you don't throw it away, it will become fat." The woman sipped her chewing gum and blew bubbles at the old man, "You can just dress up as a beggar if you don't have time to do it. I'll treat you as a cosplayer, but when you beg for food, just focus on it. What are you picking up across the border?

Rags! Tsk...handsome guy, let me go through it."

Uncle Yang said: "It's a big weekend, you look like a goblin, where are you going to make trouble?"

"I haven't been to the gym for a week. These broken injections really delayed things."

"I asked you to practice stick training with me, but if you don't practice, you have to spend a lot of money to go to that...that kind of room and lift a hammer with a stupid guy, you..."

"Grandpa, what I want to practice is my breasts and butt. What kind of stick are you practicing? I'm not Sun Wukong." The woman flicked her hair and did not shy away from the presence of outsiders. She spoke freely, "Besides, do you think you are persuasive in this way?

, what can I achieve by practicing with you? A washboard?"

Gan Qing felt pain in both knees for no reason.

Uncle Yang is so angry that his face is red and his neck is thick. He may need a quick-acting heart-saving pill.

The woman laughed and walked away. When she left, she fired an electric shock at Yu Lanchuan, which caused Mr. Yu to feel strong discomfort - he regretted that he came in a hurry today and dressed too low-key.

After such a confusion, Old Uncle Yang finally took his attention away from Gan Qing. He covered his heart and held Yu Lanchuan's arm tremblingly: "My family is unlucky, my family is unlucky!"

Yu Lanchuan got on the elevator, pressed "10", glanced at Gan Qing, and when she didn't move, asked: "Tenth floor?"

Gan Qing: "Yeah."

"What a coincidence?" he thought, "It's quite fate."

Uncle Yang hadn't gotten over his tone yet, so he murmured beside him: "Look what these unworthy descendants have become! If I go down in the future, I won't be able to see the ancestor... Xiaochuan, I think there are only a few left among the younger generation.

You are gone. Brother Yu is gone, so you can move back here and make more friends."

Yu Lanchuan smiled perfunctorily and thought absently: "I don't want to know them at all, I just want the 8.5 million."

The old-fashioned elevator has a small space, and Gan Qing is not far from him. As soon as Yu Lanchuan lowers his eyes, he can see the profile of her face. Her eyebrows are straight, the bridge of her nose is high, and there is a little innocuous little hump on her face.

A thin layer of skin covers the bones, there is no excess meat, and the lines are extremely clean.

Perhaps because of the high nose bridge, this silhouette once again evoked his long-standing memories, which made Yu Lanchuan feel a little incredible, because she was completely different from the person in his memory, they were two extremes.

He remembered that person was like a wildfire. Even in the darkest night, he could see that vigorous vitality, brilliant and warm, from a few kilometers away.

As for the one in front of me... Tsk, it's like a lighter that's out of oil. It takes a long time to press it to produce a cluster of small, shriveled sparks. Probably before anyone can see clearly, it goes out again with a "squeak".

Uncle Yang, perhaps used to being ignored by his granddaughter, did not notice that Yu Lanchuan was distracted and was still chattering: "Lao Yu has a special affection for this house. Usually many friends from out of town come here and they can't find a place to stay.

Find him here. Xiaochuan, if Grandpa Yang is nosy, you may not want to come back to live in it, and you don’t want to care about it, but can you not sell it to others? "

"Oh," Yu Lanchuan thought helplessly, "don't test my conscience!"

The elevator arrived in a blink of an eye. The view from the tenth floor is wide. Looking down from the upper floor, you can have a panoramic view of the entire quiet courtyard. Although the public corridor is narrow, it is very clean. I don't know who is stewing meat at home, and the aroma fills the corridor.

It all reminded him of when he was a kid, when he stayed at his grandpa's house on the weekends. His grandpa always felt that he didn't eat well at school, so he would prepare a large table of dishes for him, including stir-frying and deep-frying. If there were things that were not often cooked at home,

The old man would cook a little more of the "troublesome dishes" at a time, and then ask him to carry the bowls and deliver them to the neighbors after they were out of the pot.

The neighbors in No. 110 Courtyard don't seem to be the same breed as the neighbors in other places. Where Yu Lanchuan lives now, he doesn't even know whether his neighbors are male or female.

Suddenly something clicked in his mind. If this house really couldn't be sold, it wouldn't be impossible to consider moving here. At least it would save rent, and he didn't have to drive to work. He was afraid that the old man's bad friends would always come to disturb him...

"That's it, thank you." Gan Qing gently pulled the bag in Yu Lanchuan's hand, "Sorry, it's troublesome."

Yu Lanchuan came to his senses, returned her luggage to her, and looked up at the house number - 1003 - the old man lived in 1004, next door.

He remembered that the neighbor next door seemed to be...

Before he could recall it, the door of 1003 opened from the inside. Boss Meng said that his second aunt's surname was Zhang. Gan Qing stood up straight: "Mr. Zhang..."

The word "grandma" stuck in her throat.

I saw this legendary old lady in her seventies, with a big/wavy hair perm, a few pink highlights, make-up, and her curled and curled false eyelashes were particularly eye-catching, and a row of energy-saving eyelashes stuck to her nails

Eye-catching rhinestones, and pink bows on the house slippers.

Uncle Yang sighed heavily next to him, his expression was very difficult to describe.

"By the way," Yu Lanchuan thought expressionlessly, "the neighbor's house is a Pansi Cave, and there lives an old witch who likes to touch little boys."

When Grandma Zhang opened the door and saw Yu Lanchuan, she immediately smiled like a flower, her eyelashes flickering up and down like a fan: "You are the tenant my nephew is looking for? This handsome guy looks familiar, have you seen him before?"

"Hello grandma, my grandpa asked me to send you a box of fried lotus root." Yu Lanchuan adjusted his glasses with a wooden face, "I live next door, so I'm leaving first."

After saying that, he opened his long legs and blew away from the old witch like a gust of wind.

Only then did Mrs. Zhang see Gan Qing clearly. After a moment of silence, she angrily dialed Boss Meng's phone number and yelled: "Who asked you to find a girl for me!"

Boss Meng's even more angry reply came from the missed phone call: "Okay, okay! I'm already old and don't want to find a second uncle who is not as old as my son!"

"...Let's forget it." Yu Lanchuan thought.
Chapter completed!