Gan Qing should have been in Xingzhimeng this time, but today is the day to purchase goods. Ms. Zhang Meizhen is very interested in small accessories and asked her to take them home first to pick them up. So as soon as she carried several kilograms of small accessories upstairs, she was blocked by a row of apples coming from afar.

She looked forward along the apple and saw Mr. Yu wearing a flat-iron French shirt, ordered mother-of-pearl cufflinks, and the lenses of the new glasses were glowing blue-green, as if they were preparing to attend the Boao Forum... Then he was holding a plastic-sealed smoked chicken in his left hand and a bag of snacks that were about to be broken into pieces in his right hand. A small flower quilt under his feet was wrapped in a well-sealed kimchi jar.

"..." Gan Qing was hit by this super mix and match, "Is life so long?"

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

Grandma Zhang obviously didn't want to take this stool. When the two young men were sticking out their butts to pick up apples in the corridor, she put on shoes in front of the door and put on lipstick: "I heard that a single old woman came to Yang Qing that day, and it turned out to be her."

"Yang Qing" is the name of Mr. Yang. Yu Lanchuan has seen it in the elegiac couplet he gave to his grandfather.

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

Gan Qing turned his back, reached out and pointed downstairs, and then signaled the charming Ms. Zhang Meizhen with a lip shape - "spare tire".

Yu Lanchuan was about to stand up with the apple, but his legs became weak and almost knelt back.

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

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

Zhang Meizhen happily put elasticity on her hair and said patiently: "She is Qian Xiaoying. When she was young, she had a strong temper and violent temper. Some people called her "Flying Legs Little Pepper". Later, she grew up and got married. "Little Pepper" didn't sound very respectful, so everyone changed it to "Full Mountain Red", and she was also a beauty. There were a few boring idle men who ranked the beauty list back then. I remember she ranked fifth or sixth."

Gan Qing said calmly: "Oh."

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

Gan Qing found a very thick needle, put five strands of cotton thread, and sewed the torn snakeskin bag carefully. After walking back and forth twice, she said without raising her head, "The top of the list is yours."

Yu Lanchuan: “…”

Where is shame?

Zhang Meizhen was stunned, then smiled so hard that her branches trembled, and she did not deny it. She leaned over and asked Yu Lanchuan: "What's wrong with her?"

Yu Lanchuan talked about the matter in a few words.

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

Yu Lanchuan was unwilling to use other people’s difficult things to play with, so he did not follow suit.

"It's nothing," Zhang Meizhen let out a sip of makeup, "Who isn't an old man who is lonely?"

Gan Qing and Yu Lanchuan were stunned at the same time. Zhang Meizhen had already pinched the little Kun bag and left slowly.

After the hourly worker finished cleaning up, Yu Lanchuan hired several people to move the resealed snakeskin bag to the temporary rental house of Mrs. Qian and her friends. Then he took out the money alone and escorted it to the hospital in person. After taking a closer look, he could not find clues about the past "redness" on that face.

Yu Lanchuan didn't mean to say anything more, and he put down his things and left. The paper bag he left was too big. Old Mrs. Qian thought it was a bag for food at first, but she turned crazy when she tore open the seal and chased her out. Yu Lanchuan's car was gone.

After all, contemporary motor vehicles are much more advanced than the broken trains that pulled coal in the mountains decades ago, and the flying peppers can't catch up.

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

It says: 200,000 yuan, "kowtou" brother, and Yu Lanchuan handed it over.

After sending the money back, Yu Lanchuan sorted out the information of the Monday meeting and it was fine. The afternoon was high and the sun was bright, which was a rare and good weather. Generally, on this kind of rest day, he would ask a few friends in the circle to play golf, just like swiping levels in the game, and socialize very utilitarianly.

Today, Yu Lanchuan suddenly couldn't get interested. Looking back, he was not interested in any ball sports, and he didn't even bother to watch games. The ending was purely with others to play with. The so-called "policy trends and context of the times" that he talked to his friends seemed quite advanced at first, but in fact, there was no essential difference between chatting with young middle school girls about celebrity gossip - they were all nonsense. As for the "connections" developed by playing basketball and dinners, not to mention whether they could be used when it was really useful, even if they were serious illnesses in their circle of friends, no one clicked in to take a look and gave them a casual coffee. It can be seen that it was illusory.

Yu Lanchuan was aimlessly online for a while, and suddenly took the initiative to search for the "Train Piercing Party". Without finding any results, he followed the "Erqian" deeds introduced to him by Mr. Yang, searched the local old news, found some clues, and saved them, and then posted on local forums and posts.

At first, no one paid attention to him, Yu Lanchuan put the matter aside. After a few days, he accidentally remembered it and looked back, but found that one of the posts was topped off. Someone wrote a long article of thousands of words, talking about the experiences of his old trainman grandfather.

Then, there were more similar messages, some of which were true, and some were probably made up by myself from the legend.

"They sat in different cars. When they were about to get to the place, they stood up and walked in the car and winked each other. Man Shanhong deliberately sat in the corner, wearing a headscarf, putting a small cloth bag on the small table, and opening the window a little. The thieves' eyes were very sharp. They looked at a woman who was alone, but they didn't know how to be prepared. They immediately stared at her. As soon as the car speed dropped, they rushed up to snatch the car window and crawled in to grab her things. Man Shanhong was not ruthless. When he saw that a thief was hooked, he grabbed the thief's wrist and pressed the window down. When the thief saw it, he jumped over the wall and took out a dagger from his arms and stabbed her. She swept it out, and the dagger flew away. Several brothers in the ambush in the car jumped into the car to catch the thief's accomplices."

The fishing law enforcement was similar to her later tricks.

"My grandfather said that the mountain red grabbed the thief who was dragging it into the car, pressed it on the ground, and pressed her knees against the thief's back, and then smiled at the flight attendant who was coming. Her headscarf fell off, revealing a thick and long braid, with red lips and white teeth..."

"After she took a few stops, she saw that the car was safe and got off. Her husband was sure to be waiting for her on the platform. It is said that Mr. Qian always asked other brothers to escort the window thief, and he could pass through the mountains and use his legs to get to the station to pick her up before the train. I wonder if the legend is true..."

Yu Lanchuan thought about it and contacted the company's summer program intern. The intern had already returned to school to attend classes. He was his junior brother of college. Yu Lanchuan asked his junior brother to find a few students who wrote school magazines at the university, and collected these urban legends and sent them to write a biography full of red mountains for a fee.

Then he took the biography and contacted several cultural media companies and small self-media teams they had invested in before, packaged them, and then placed them at the local forum where the scattered party had made the bill.

It is said that later, Mr. Yang, who "buys bags and watches", saw it and also got involved and bought a group of marketing.

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

Finally, when my brother's 200,000 yuan was almost exhausted, the story of "Red Mountain" stood out from the boring news of crowdfunding money for medical treatment. Although the reading volume did not exceed the "100,000 yuan", as long as the person who remembered her knew, it would be enough.

Qiuyi began to kill deeply. The scar face among the three brothers was not involved in the kidnapping from beginning to end, and he tried to stop the brothers. After finding out, he was released. Although the story of "The Mountain of Red" was covered by one social hot spot after another, the treatment fee for Mrs. Qian's son was almost paid.

However……

After all, birth, old age, sickness and death are destiny, and people cannot do as much as possible.

The money had just arrived, and before she could hand it over to the hospital, Mrs. Qian's son suddenly deteriorated. She signed a notice for critical illness for unknown reasons and was habitually sitting outside the emergency room waiting.

A gust of wind suddenly broke out outside the window, and the closed window in the corridor was shaken by the fierce wind. The big sycamore in the yard sounded "wow", and Old Mrs. Qian jumped up in a careless manner, and the lights in the emergency room went out.

After struggling for several months, Mrs. Qian became an elderly widow.

When Yu Lanchuan received the call, he was caught in a heavy rain, and there was a traffic jam in the whole city. The wipers couldn't catch up. The traffic in front of him was motionless. The owner next door was not afraid of getting wet. He pulled down the window and rolled up his sleeves and blew the ashes out.

Old Mrs. Qian waited for him in the yard No. 110 until late at night. When the rain stopped, Yu Lanchuan arrived. Old Mrs. Qian asked Scar to kowtow. After being stopped by Yu Lanchuan, who was afraid of their own, he held the crutch and bowed to him tremblingly.

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

Old Mrs. Qian, who turned around and wanted to leave, was stunned for a long time before she came to her senses and looked at Zhang Meizhen with an indescribable gaze.

Zhang Meizhen opened her mouth, suddenly remembered something, and smiled again: "It's okay, actually I just wanted to tell you 'will be fine'. After thinking about it, I'd better not tell it anymore. Anyway, it's not the truth. The weather is not good, so walk slowly."

Will everything be better?

No, whether it becomes better or worse, it must be left to fate.

But no matter what it is, don’t you still have to live?

Old Mrs. Qian took her scar face downstairs and disappeared under the shade of the East Courtyard.

Zhang Meizhen turned her head and called Yu Lanchuan: "Mr. Yu, all of us old people want you to move here. Your Uncle Yang asked me to ask you, is it convenient for you?"
Chapter completed!