"Don't you dislike that it's an 'old boy' over there? There's not even a parking space?" Yu Yan lowered his head and poked a piece of "sweet and sour short ribs" with chopsticks, and tried to take a bite. The bones were made of lotus roots, and the meat was

It is a soy product, soaked in plum juice, and has a chewy and crisp texture, with moderate sweetness and sourness... But after tasting it carefully, I always felt that something was missing.

Liu Zhongqi entered the top five in his grade for the first time in the first monthly exam, setting a new personal best score. Due to the lessons learned from the past, Yu Lanchuan did not dare to send the naughty kid with a red envelope this time, so he took him out to celebrate on a weekend - although

Yu Lanchuan didn't understand what there was to celebrate. He had never fallen to second place when he was in school.

He had nothing to talk about with his adolescent chuunibyou, and he didn't want to have an awkward conversation, so he invited Yu Yan to accompany him and asked the people's police to strengthen safety education for the little boy.

Yu Lanchuan asked his assistant to help him choose the restaurant. He had never been there himself. When he came in, he saw that the restaurant was decorated in a very high style. There was a water system surrounding the small table, and dry ice was hidden under the water. The water was constantly flowing.

Circulation, white mist floats up from all directions, and people sitting inside feel like gods coming to hold a peach party.

When I opened the menu, I realized that this is a pure vegetarian restaurant.

Yu Yan couldn't imagine how Mr. Yu usually puts on airs in front of his colleagues. The assistant may think that he lives by eating flowers and drinking dew, and his poop tastes like Darjeeling black tea. Only such an ethereal restaurant is worthy of it.

Mr. Yu, a man with an ethereal air of immortality.

"That's okay," Yu Lanchuan poked at the green plate absentmindedly, "It's close over there, I can just walk there for work. It's also convenient for Xiao Qi to go to school, and he doesn't even have to take the subway."

"Then go! If nothing else, I will leave you with a large amount of rent, more than seven thousand a month, who will give it to you for free? I don't even have that much money in a month!" Yu Yan put on his dragon robe.

It’s not like the prince, who spewed out common sayings in the Zen-like clouds and mountains, “If you don’t have to drive, won’t you save parking space fees and gas money in the future? Why don’t you rent your car with the license plate and another car?”

When you go out, it’s all about extra money. Mr. Lan, getting rich depends on frugality!”

Yu Lanchuan regretted taking this man out to eat, it was a bit embarrassing.

He tastelessly took a chopstick of king oyster mushrooms and pretended to be abalone: ​​"It's not a matter of moving to another house. That house has symbolic meaning. You don't understand. Living in it means..."

"I understand," Yu Yan interrupted him, "Isn't the rule in your Taoism that whose name is written on the real estate certificate will be the leader of the alliance in the future? Since ancient times, the world has been dangerous and there has been a struggle for power. Some people rise to the top through virtue.

Those who rise to power by martial arts, those who rise to power by conspiracy, and those who rise to power by making noises from the palace - you, Mr. Lan, have risen to power today by relying on your room, which is unprecedented and full of the flavor of the times."

Yu Lanchuan was too lazy to pay attention to him.

"The public security in that area is also under our control. If anything happens in the future, I can hold the leader's lap." Yu Yan glanced at Liu Zhongqi, who was eating soup seriously, and whispered in Yu Lanchuan's ear, "There is a follower living next door.

Your special beauty."

Yu Lanchuan: "Get out!"

Yu Yan reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Go, don't let down the trust of the older generation, Mr. Lan."

"I'm so busy that I don't have time to interfere with their business." Yu Lanchuan avoided his paw in disgust, as if to show that he had nothing to do with the person next door. He sat upright for a moment and said coldly,

"I still can't, so as not to cause trouble for myself..."

Before he finished speaking, the phone rang suddenly. When Yu Lanchuan looked at the caller ID, he looked a little unhappy - the landlord was calling.

The landlord was not a cheerful person, and the phone call lasted for five minutes, with a sticky voice going back and forth. Yu Yan finished his conversation after finishing a bowl of fake braised pork.

"What's the matter?" Yu Yan looked at his face and thought, "Isn't it because the rent is going to be increased?"

Yu Lanchuan, who was full of fairy spirit, put down the phone and swallowed back the curse words in front of the minor.

Yu Yan pinched his fingers, vaguely remembering that Yu Lanchuan's rental contract was signed once a year, and it seemed to be expiring soon: "Bah, bah, bah, crow's mouth, childish talk... You're not really going to raise the rent, are you?"

The two of them spoke in a very low voice, and the sound of water around them kept ringing, and there was a pipa player in the hall, so Liu Zhongqi didn't hear his brothers' discussion about "national economy and people's livelihood" clearly. The heroic boy had already endured a meal.

, finally put down the vegetable leaves unbearably, and said to Yu Lanchuan: "Brother, I'm not full. I want to eat fried chicken steak, real chicken."

Yu Yan: "I want to eat too, brother. I also want to eat mutton skewers, real sheep."

Yu Lanchuan: "..."

The weather in June is like the landlord's face, and it can change at will.

The surging rent is like a tornado, always more sudden than love. It rushes over in a mighty manner and rushes the foreign-style Mr. Yu to No. 110 Courtyard.

Grandpa's house is well maintained and has just been cleaned and does not need to be renovated.

At the end of the month, Yu Lanchuan gave up his struggle and packed his bag to move in - in the bag was classmate Liu Zhongqi, who carried oil bottles.

Gan Qing heard from Zhang Meizhen that the two young masters moved to the next door. However, she was an idle little wage earner. She only started working slowly at ten o'clock in the morning. Her time and space did not overlap with those white-collar workers and high school students who were like clockwork.

After moving next door for several days, she only heard the door next door when she was having breakfast, but never met anyone.

Before getting off work in the evening, while munching on the corn that Boss Meng roasted for her, she flipped through the calendar on her phone and worried - there were still four days until her salary was due this month, her expenses had not been calculated, and she had no money.

Gan Qing threw the gnawed corn cobs into the trash can: "Uncle Meng, lend me twenty yuan and I will pay you back after my salary."

When Meng Tianyi heard this, he came out muttering, wiped his hands on his apron, took out fifty yuan and gave it to her, scolding: "Why don't you have money again? You can eat enough for yourself and the whole family is not hungry. Three days a day."

One meal, two meals at my place, and I charge you six hundred for the rent. You wear two shabby clothes all day long, and you don’t know how to dress up. Where is your money? Where did it go?"

Gan Qing put away the fifty yuan, stretched, and said informally: "I'm surprised too. Can you tell me if there is a god of poverty on your back?"

Boss Meng slapped her angrily, but Gan Qing didn't even bother to hide. He slapped her in the face and opened a bottle of soda with the edge of the table to drink.

Except for eating and drinking, she is very stingy with her own strength. She has the energy of hibernation all year round. She saves one movement when she can, can turn her eyes without twisting her neck, and can even nod her head with less effort than others.

——When others nod, they shrink their chin and then return to its original position. When she nods, she lowers her head, and then raises her head when she needs to.

Meng Tianyi sighed: "You are still young, how can you do it all the time? You have to think about the future, right? People still have to integrate into society and live a life!"

Gan Qing groaned: "I was just thinking about it."

"What do you think? Either you go and study something. I heard that there is something like this... Is it an adult college entrance examination or a self-study exam? You go and apply for one. It's just a degree at least. If you don't want to study, just like your Uncle Meng, study for one."

You can make a living with this craft, and I will pay you the tuition fees in advance, and you will pay them back gradually in the future."

Gan Qing: "My craftsmanship is pretty good. I can cook and help in the kitchen."

Meng Tianyi: "What the hell! You know how to eat!"

After Gan Qing heard this, he laughed and took a sip of ice-cold soda without fear of boiling water. He neither regretted wasting his years nor felt ashamed of doing nothing. (Note)

Her eye sockets are slightly deep, and her eyebrows are slightly "pressed", but when she smiles, her eyebrows stretch out suddenly, and the ends of her eyes curve into crescents, giving her a special sweetness.

Meng Tianyi said earnestly: "Even if you don't want to do anything, then you can clean up well, marry someone, start a family, and live a good life. Is that okay?"

"Well, this is good," Gan Qing stretched out his thumb, "Look, is it possible for a person of my virtue to be with a rich man? From now on, I will lie at home every day, order two bottles of soda at a time, and drink it mixed with it."

Meng Tianyi was a little angry: "If your master is alive..."

"Uncle Meng," the lazy smile on Gan Qing's face suddenly disappeared, "What are you talking about? Where did I get my master?"

After she finished speaking, she threw the empty bottle behind her. The glass bottle landed in a plastic basket one meter away with perfect accuracy and stuck into an empty space. It was like an acrobatic act. After throwing it away, she turned around and left.

"Gang'er, your master can't trust you until he closes his eyes." Meng Tianyi said behind her, "I'm afraid of your temper! I'm afraid that without him, no one will be able to control you in the future, and no one will clean up after you if you cause trouble.

"

"I stopped causing trouble a long time ago." Gan Qing put her pockets in her pockets and looked back at Meng Tianyi. The street lamp dragged her long shadow behind her. She waved her hand at Meng Tianyi, "I can't mess with you long ago."

With the fifty yuan that Boss Meng lent her, she could afford pancakes for breakfast again. Gan Qing, who had been eating steamed buns and pickles for three days, walked out of the back alley of Nitang. She was thinking about this in her mind. She was full and greedy again.

At this time, her phone vibrated several times. Gan Qing picked it up, and a very weak female voice came from it: "Hello... yes, it's me."

Gan Qing, who was smiling with everyone, suddenly turned cold and said "Yeah" indifferently.

"The money I paid for treating appendicitis last time has been reimbursed. I...should I go to the bank and call you, or..."

"No," Gan Qing said, "just keep it to pay for the heating bill."

"Oh, that……"

Gan Qing interrupted her: "Is there anything else?"

"No, just this..."

"That's it, if you need anything, come back to me." After Gan Qing said that, he hung up the phone without mercy, not worrying at all that the other party would lose face...because he knew that the other party had no face.

She was talking about "Mercury retrograde" with the customers in the store today, which may have been the backlash. Two people in a row in one night made her unhappy. In October, the night breeze in Yanning was no longer pleasant, and began to show signs of

Sensing a sign of the cold weather, Gan Qing wrapped her sportswear jacket tightly around her body and turned her attention to the pancakes as much as possible, so that she could be full of expectations for tomorrow.

With "Jianbing" as her spiritual pillar, Gan Qing returned to Courtyard No. 110. As soon as she went upstairs, she saw several familiar people blocking her door.

Gan Qing rubbed his eyes and thought he was hallucinating because he missed the pancakes - those people stood in two distinct groups, one group was selling "Shandong pancakes" on the north side of the road, and the other group was selling "Jianbing fruit" on the south side of the road.

"Yes, the two groups noisily blocked the leader who had just got off work at the door of his house.

"Master Xiao Yu, please comment. The Shandong gang attacked our people first!"

"Who provoked first?"

"Who crossed the line first?"

"If you go beyond your mother's limits, I can make over ten thousand yuan a month from my stall. Do I need to compete with you poor people for territory? You guys can spread your lousy pancakes if you can, but if you can't, get out!"

Yu Lanchuan held his laptop between his legs and watched with a dull face as the two gangs with a monthly income of over 10,000 yuan were fighting.

"You still dare to take action at this point, right? Okay, I'll accompany you!"

"No one is allowed to do business tomorrow. We will decide when to draw the line between right and wrong!"

"Afraid of you?"

"Afraid of you!"

Gan Qing: "..."

No, don’t!

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