As soon as Xiang Xiaoman turned back, the clerk's upper body leaned back subconsciously, as if her eyes were splashing hot oil, and she had to cover her face with a pot lid to be safe.

Then, he seemed to have summoned up all his courage, and muttered: "You... you need to calm down, there are children here. If there is something... something you can't handle, you can ask others for help.

……I……"

His voice was low and slow, and his speech was a bit slurred, like a mentally retarded person.

Xiang Xiaoman didn't wait for him to finish speaking, then walked over expressionlessly, grabbed the blade with the paper bag attached, and left.

The clerk closed his mouth and looked at her back at a loss. He took the initiative to say a few words to the strange woman. It seemed that all his energy had been exhausted. Until she walked out of the laundry, his racing heartbeat showed no sign of slowing down.

, even the legs were shaking along with it.

After a while, he saw his own image in the mirror at the door - he had regular features and a tall figure, but he was not "upright" and had no characteristics.

" and "Kong Wuli". I don't know why, but he is obviously not a fat man, but he looks a bit stupid. The head curtain covers his eyes. He has just washed himself in the morning, but now he is already greasy and has dimples. His whole body

His temperament is tense and timid, as if he is always ready to bow to someone.

"Ugly man," he thought.

As if he couldn't stand his own image, he looked away.

There were people coming and going at the door of the laundry. Every day he saw people talking and laughing, and he felt puzzled. He suspected that these people had scripts in private and had memorized everything they said in advance. Otherwise, how could they be so relaxed and not stumbled at all?

Woolen cloth?

Every time he was forced to talk to someone, he had to "fight it out" as if he had his head on his belt.

His tone, tone of voice, where to put his hands, where to look, and what to say, he had to rehearse in his mind several times, but rehearsing didn't work. Once he opened his mouth and had his mind on multiple things, he would still inevitably be confused and surrounded by dangers.

The more he says something bad, the more panicked he gets, and the more panicked he becomes, the more bad he says it, and people often don't have the patience to listen to his "bang bangchichi" expressions, and they will interrupt him, ignore him, perfunctory him...or simply turn around and leave.

open.

He was like an out-of-place monster. Every time he tried to stretch out his tentacles to touch the world around him, he would receive an electric shock. Over time, "stretching out his tentacles" seemed to be in danger of his life.

There is a reception counter outside the laundry. Behind the counter is the laundry room. There is also a small utility room next to it. Cleaning tools, clothes hangers and plastic bags used in the store are all piled there. These debris

In the gap, a narrow camp bed was stuffed, which became his nest.

There is a very old laptop computer and a figure of "Ayanami Rei" in the house - just one, and it is not a limited edition. The great masters on the Internet often collect it in a display cabinet. It is too luxurious. The figure is luxurious, and the cabinet is luxurious.

, the space for cabinets is more luxurious.

Although she is not very valuable, she has always been with him. She is like a familiar and close friend. He understands her story through animation, and she also understands what he is thinking by accompanying her day after day without going into details.

"Yan Hao! Yan Hao!" The laundry owner came back and called him in a loud voice, "Where did you go again?"

The clerk shivered, carefully put Ayanami Rei away, turned around and walked out.

"Hey, you scared me to death. You kid, can't you walk without making a sound?" The owner of the laundry patted his chest and threw him a small book. "The clothes from 115 to 121 are ready. Call them to urge them to come."

Pick."

Yan Hao's scalp went numb when he heard the word "call". Rather than making a phone call, he would rather pick chestnuts from the fire with his bare hands. So he lowered his head and took the notebook. He secretly cheated - he compiled the notification into a text message and followed the phone number.

This group post.

When the boss saw it, he sighed and said: "Oh, what's the matter with asking you to make a phone call? It's just a matter of two sentences. There are so many advertisements now, and many people don't read text messages at all. Xiao Yan, you can't be so introverted. You

Look at you, when you have nothing to do, you just play on the computer and play with plastic figures in the house. How old are you and watch cartoons? After a long time, your psychology is not normal! People have to communicate with others and go out to make friends. They stay bored in the house every day.

, you can’t even find a partner and will be abandoned by society!”

Yan Hao listened silently and couldn't get a fart out from three kicks. When the boss saw his behavior, his hair fell out in worry.

"This time the martial arts conference is held again, you can't stay in the back. There are a lot of young people going. It doesn't hurt to get to know a few more, you hear me? Your family has entrusted you to me, and I have to take responsibility.

"While the boss was scolding, he was angry when he saw Yan Hao shrinking his head, so he became angry and shouted loudly, "Stand up! Your ancestors are heroes, not burrowing gophers. Who are you bowing to!"

Yan Hao was so frightened that he suddenly straightened his back, stood up like a coffin board, and then leaned against the wall and slipped away in an unlucky posture.

Xiang Xiaoman left Yan Hao's laundry, but did not go home directly as usual. Carrying a large plastic bag filled with clothes, she walked along the tree-lined road covered with yellow leaves for a while, and turned into a small

There is an Internet celebrity dessert shop at the entrance of the alley. There is always a queue. Xiang Xiaoman hesitated and walked over. He walked over and stood at the end of the queue, but his eyes were looking around uneasily, as if he was looking for something.

At this time, a middle-aged woman walked up to her, lined up behind Xiang Xiaoman, patted her elbow gently, and asked: "The things sold here are a bit expensive, are they delicious?"

Xiang Xiaoman instinctively shrank, but did not move away.

The middle-aged woman smiled kindly at her: "But really good things are worth the price, right?"

As she spoke, she moved the back of her hand intentionally or unintentionally, and quietly put a paper bag into Xiang Xiaoman's hand.

Xiang Xiaoman seemed to have encountered something terrible, and the rare blood on his face suddenly faded away.

"November 11th." The middle-aged woman stopped smiling and her voice was almost a whisper. She gave Xiang Xiaoman's hand a firm squeeze, then turned and left.

Xiang Xiaoman was afraid that others would hear her, so she looked around in a panic. In front of her, there were several middle school students who had finished school early for unknown reasons. They all had their headphones plugged in, and they were all focused on playing with their mobile phones. No one paid attention to her.

She breathed a sigh of relief - also, who would pay the scarce attention to her?

No, it has never happened in more than thirty years.

Xiang Xiaoman took a quick look at what the woman stuffed into her. It was an envelope. There was a paper package in the envelope, which contained some medicinal powder. The envelope was printed in Song font: "Why you? Why not someone else?"

When she saw the words, she pursed her white lips, walked out of the team, and stuffed the envelope into her coat pocket. At this time, she felt something in her pocket. She took it out and saw that it was a note.

.

The note has a personal phone number written in delicate and childish handwriting...

And a sentence: "If you have any difficulties, come to me at any time, I will be there at your call."

The policewoman who came to her house that day secretly stuffed it into her before she left. Xiang Xiaoman paused slightly, and a look of emotion flashed across her face for a moment. However, that hesitation was fleeting, and her eyes quickly became numb and firm.

She balled up the note and threw it into the trash can nearby.

The paper ball was thrown incorrectly and hit the edge of the trash can, then bounced out and rolled into the middle of the path. Xiang Xiaoman did not look back.

As soon as she left, Gan Qing leaned against the wall and turned out from behind the earthen wall of a small fork in the road. She stared at Xiang Xiaoman with squinted eyes for a moment. She walked over and picked up the note, and the warm and happy smile on her face disappeared.

, his thoughtful eyes were a little gloomy. A boy who had just finished shopping was walking forward and accidentally bumped into her. He was about to apologize when he tilted his head and caught her eyes. He trembled inexplicably and walked away in a hurry.

But when the person left, the smell of the meat floss cake in the boy's hand remained. Gan Qing came back to his senses, wrinkled his nose, and the greedy look in his gloomy eyes disappeared.

She casually put the note into her pocket and went to the shop window to look at the product price list. The rich scent of butter came out of the window in a steady stream, refusing to let her go. Gan Qing looked at it and pinched it.

Squeezing the change in her pocket, she felt that the thin and haggard RMB was tearfully accusing the owner of not cherishing her, and her conscience was a little hard to bear, so she put her feet forward and her head back, preparing to walk back step by step, thinking about what to do next.

Yue Duo cheated a few people and got the commission, so he must come over and have a meal.

At this moment, several middle school students came towards me, and Gan Qing's eyes suddenly lit up: "Little Qiqi!"

The villain is here!

Liu Zhongqi's school had an autumn sports meeting, so they ended school early. He had just run three thousand meters on behalf of the class. I don't know if he was tired or something, but his eyelids kept twitching, and he was startled by Gan Qing's voice.

"Come here, come here." Gan Qing smiled enigmatically and raised her fingers at him, "Young man, treat me to afternoon tea and I will teach you a universal self-defense technique."

When Liu Zhongqi heard this, he ran over in a hurry.

Fifteen minutes later, in the sunny dessert shop, the boy who had been deceived once again became angry: "Is this the universal self-defense technique you mentioned?!"

"This is the most effective self-defense in the world." Gan Qing took a bite of the thin-skinned Snow Meiniang with a large filling. The soft cream filling was wrapped in chocolate beans, with a distinct texture. The chocolate beans melted a little, like silk.

It melts when you sip it, but the cream in the innermost part still has tiny ice particles, which just relieves the greasiness of this mouthful of sweets, and the aftertaste is long. Gan Qing feels that after eating this mouthful, it won't even matter if the sky falls, so he is very patient.

He explained to Liu Zhongqi, "There is a lot of knowledge in escaping. Not only do you have to be able to run and run fast, you also have to be able to see and hear all directions. You have to use the terrain to get rid of the opponent and never give others the chance to go around."

If the road is blocking you, you cannot run in a straight line, otherwise they will easily hit you when they throw something..."

Liu Zhongqi interrupted her angrily: "You liar!"

Last time, she used an alarm to trick him into buying a meal at McDonald's. Last time, she used despicable and obscene tricks to trick him into buying a 250-yuan transfer bracelet.

He didn't have a long memory and was fooled for the third time!

Shameless!

"I'm really not lying to you. There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the world. No matter how powerful the master is, he will always fail one day. No skill is 'omnipotent'." Gan Qing took a sip of clear coffee and rinsed off the chocolate snowmei.

Feeling the lingering traces of my mother, I stretched my fork towards a piece of mango mousse again, "If you want to be invincible, the only way is not to take action - have you ever seen your brother take action against others? No! He knows everything in the world.

When calling for a complaint, you can force someone to do it but never take action. This is the true style of a master."

Liu Zhongqi: "Bah!"

Gan Qing didn't think there was anything wrong with cheating on food and drink with children: "Anyway, you don't have a girlfriend, and you have no place to spend your pocket money. What if you run out of money and get kidnapped in a mud pond back alley?"

What to do? I'll help you reduce the risk a little bit, you're welcome, that's right."

Liu Zhongqi gritted his teeth and said: "My girlfriend is gone, who is it because of?"

Gan Qing gave him a thumbs up: "It's all on your own!"

Liu Zhongqi was so angry that he stood up and left, forgetting to take his schoolbag. He ran for more than two hundred meters in one breath, then he felt that something was missing on his shoulder, and ran back again in confusion.

He broke into the dessert shop like a train and saw Gan Qing leaning on the window sill in the corner. A narrow beam of light passed through the glass and just passed her brows.

She was looking down at something, and there was a strange tranquility and indifference about her that time had frozen. Liu Zhongqi suddenly thought of the Gan Qing who saved him in the village in the city - whether he was beating her, scolding her, or reaching out to push her somersault

, she didn't care, she didn't seem to care about the danger, and she didn't know the pain. She looked at it carefully, and she seemed a little tired as if she was watching everything indifferently.
To be continued...