The northwest wind brought a heavy snowfall, and people in Yanning raised their cameras one after another. The topic of "scumbag gangs" that had been making waves on the Internet for a while was finally covered up.

In the continuous "click" sounds, the earth completed a revolution.

"'The Rongxian Hutong Neighborhood Committee wishes everyone a happy New Year. Comrades, please pay attention to safety during the festival. Fireworks and firecrackers are prohibited in the urban area'... Tsk, what the hell, who sets off firecrackers on New Year's Day?" Yang Yifan read ten lines on the wall at a glance.

After receiving the notice, she turned around and smashed her grandfather's door, "Old man! Old man!"

Gang leader Yang was burning incense, making tea and laying out the chess records when she hit him so hard that he accidentally knocked the chessboard crooked and scattered the chess pieces all over the floor.

Uncle Yang sighed heavily: "What are you doing! A gentleman, you need to be quiet to rest your mind, and you have rules for sitting, lying and walking. Look at you... Hey! I told you, you are such a girl! Can you be careful?"

Yang Yifan directly put the skirt on outside, and then took off his pants from the skirt as he walked. He just took off one leg, and jumped in with one leg: "I'm almost late - the community organizes flu vaccination during the holidays."

, I’ve registered you, but tomorrow morning, if I can’t get up, you can go by yourself.”

Uncle Yang slowly picked up the chess pieces and snorted from his nose: "I'm not going. I'm not sick. Why should I get an injection?"

Yang Yifan rolled around and took off his pants and put on his makeup while standing: "It will be too late to get vaccinated if you are sick!"

Uncle Yang spoke plausibly: "A little ailment in a person's body is like opening a gate to release floods and exercising the body's immunity. A cold is not necessarily a bad thing."

Yang Yifan almost poked his eyeliner into his eyeballs, blinking as hard as he could, while saying angrily: "I think your friends' circle of friends is a gathering place for rumors! Besides, the flu is not a cold."

Uncle Yang: "What is influenza if it's not a cold?"

Yang Yifan was too lazy to talk to him: "You can go anyway, I've paid all the money."

Uncle Yang curled his lips and said: "Vaccinations are free for those over 60 years old in our hospital, so please don't fool me."

Yang Yifan: "..."

These old people know nothing about what they should know and what they shouldn’t know are better than monkeys!

So Mr. Yang picked up the green cane that Gang Leader Yang usually carried - it is said to be the dog-beating stick of the Beggar Clan. It is a genuine antique. I don’t know if it is real or not: "If I find you haven’t gone tomorrow, I will kill you like this."

The broken stick was burned."

Gang leader Yang, who was calm and composed, jumped up: "Put it down! You...are treasonous and disrespectful to you!"

Yang Yifan felt that "rebellious and immoral" was a compliment, so he held a stick under his arm, picked up a pair of high heels that he was going to change into for the party, turned around and ran away.

"Come back, where are you going!"

Yang Yifan stepped into the elevator: "New Year's Eve party!"

Uncle Yang chased him out: "It's a big holiday, you... won't you come back to eat at night?"

"Go and eat with Goddess Zhang upstairs, I won't disturb you..." Yang Yifan's words were interrupted by the elevator door closing, leaving the smell of perfume on the first floor.

Uncle Yang stood alone for a while, lying on the corridor window, watching his granddaughter drive away from downstairs, and then returned to the house feeling a little lonely.

Young people get busier as the New Year approaches - this is still the Gregorian calendar year, and during the Spring Festival, even though his precious granddaughter is at home, she has a computer on her lap and two mobile phones in her hands, sending voice messages and text messages.

, she was so busy that she didn't have enough eight claws to allocate, and she didn't have time to listen to his old words.

Normally, he could go upstairs to see Zhang Meizhen with a shy face, but these two days, Meizhen was not at home either. It is said that she joined an elderly tourist group and went to Sanya.

The old people are becoming less and less able to keep up with the times, friends are dying less and less, and life is becoming more and more boring.

Uncle Yang sighed and walked home slowly, spending the last night of the year with the chess records.

In the central business district, Yu Lanchuan nodded "Happy New Year" to the colleagues he passed by and prepared to go home. Throughout the year, there were rare days when he got off work on time and didn't have to order takeout from the company. Everyone was a little impatient and chattering around.

They were discussing where to go to play in the evening.

"Mr. Yu!" The assistant ran over on high heels and stuffed a paper bag into Yu Lanchuan's hand, "This is the rice cake brought by my mother. It is a specialty from our hometown. I will bring it home for you to add some vegetables."

Yu Lanchuan has a strong hand when handling people. He accepts gifts just like accepting offerings. He nodded solemnly: "Well, I wish your parents a happy New Year."

The assistant smiled at him sheepishly and said coquettishly: "I still have... a favor..."

Mr. Yu looked at her noblely and thought to himself: "This is too disrespectful. I am most opposed to office romance."

I heard the assistant say: "Do you still have the 'Mercury Retrograde Scattering Talisman' you gave me last time?"

Yu Lanchuan: "..."

"That's right!" Someone next to me responded immediately, "It's very effective. Last time Mercury went retrograde, my computer was not broken!"

“It’s time for Saturn to enter its retrograde cycle again!”

"Oh my God, can't they get better? Why have I had a stiff neck in the past two days?"

"Mr. Yu, can you tell your friend again and bring me a New Year's lucky charm?"

Mr. Yu was stunned and thought: "Are you all fucking crazy?"

In this way, burdened with a heavy purchasing task, Mr. Yu came to Star Dream after get off work.

On the last day before the New Year's holiday, the school was on holiday and the company got off work early. There were so many customers in the Star Dream shop that it was almost overwhelming. Gan Qing had no time to pay attention to him, so Yu Lanchuan took a leisurely look at her feudal superstitious props.

The six-pointed star almanac is very popular. There are twelve types in total, divided into zodiac signs. New fortune predictions are printed every week, and they are colorful. Yu Lanchuan turned over two pages, sneered, and thought: "That's nonsense."

There are many small props for wealth and love, but Yu Lanchuan disdains to touch them: "Roughly made."

There were a dozen cards with various retrograde planets and transit cards spread out in the corner. When Yu Lanchuan thought about buying a dozen of these things to take home, his face turned blue from vomiting and he didn't want to go to work.

At this time, the wind chime at the door rang, and a new customer entered the store. Yu Lanchuan looked back and saw that it was Yu Yan and a colleague. He gloated and thought: "The people's police are here to crack down on superstitious activities."

Comrade Yu Yan, the people's policeman, stretched out his neck and looked over the teenagers, asking Gan Qing: "Teacher Mengmeng, do you still have the pink crystal bracelet from last time? Let me introduce you to a client.

He wants to send his girlfriend!"

Yu Lanchuan: "..."

Contemporary youth have collapsed! They have collapsed twenty thousand miles under the sea!

After finally sending away a large number of guests, Gan Qing found time to count fifteen lucky charms with the gesture of counting money, and handed them to Yu Lanchuan: "One is twenty, dear, thank you for your patronage, and may you have good luck in the new year."

"

Yu Lanchuan said angrily: "Why did it go up by five yuan again?"

"Because of the fire, dear," Gan Qing replied matter-of-factly, and then her expression changed, "No... Mr. Xiao Yu, please put down your phone first, and if you have something to say, let me calculate the wholesale price for you, okay? Nineteen yuan

Five...nineteen, even the change will be wiped out for you!"

Yu Yan was enjoying himself next to him, laughing so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes.

Yu Lanchuan gave him a kick, and while swiping his card, he scolded him: "Just you guys, what's the difference between you guys and the group of people who go out to arrange incense in the middle of the night?"

Gan Qing and Yu Yan said in unison: "You are so foreign."

Yu Lanchuan: "..."

"Alan, don't be so strict." Yu Yan said to Mr. Yu, a staunch materialist fighter. "Young people seek luck and study metaphysics, middle-aged people worship Buddha and spin beads, and old people join health-preserving religions and buy health products in groups.

Group - everyone has their own spiritual haven, which is good - Hao, you are here, why don't you invite us to have a drink next door and wish world peace together."

Since Yu Lanchuan moved to No. 110 Courtyard, although he is driven crazy by the weird neighbors all day long, he has a lot of money. He no longer has to pay rent or drive, and the money he saves is about twice that of a police officer.

Salary. This made Yu Lanchuan take a breath, and even working overtime was no longer so disgusting. Although he was doing the same work, he was "forced by life to make money to make ends meet", and he still "worked hard to pursue his career."

The psychological feelings of the two are not the same.

"What is peace?" Yu Lanchuan threw his wallet to him in disgust, "Have you investigated the high-rise burglary?"

Yu Yan shouted at the door to Boss Meng next door and ordered verbally. It was obvious that the back alleys of Nitang were the focus of local police work. Yu Yan had just been transferred for less than a year and was already familiar with them.

After Officer Yu finished shouting, he turned around and said, "No, the Spider-Man in your hospital is still the most suspect. After all, there are not many people who can climb stairs with bare hands."

Gan Qing trailed off and said, "No way..."

Yu Lanchuan interrupted her: "Speak humanly."

"Oh," Gan Qing tried to find the tone of his words and returned to his normal tone, "Brother Spider-Man, asking him to say a word to someone is like killing him. For such a friend,'

Other people's homes are like dragons and tigers' dens, and they won't even dare to go there if you invite them, let alone break in on their own."

Yu Yan thought for a while: "It makes sense, well, never mind, I didn't lose anything anyway."

Yu Lanchuan asked strangely: "Didn't you say someone lost money last time?"

"I didn't lose any money, I just lost a card holder." Yu Yan said, "Later, the victim came over and said that he found the card holder, but the thief didn't take it. His cat pulled it under the sofa."

"Does he have a cat in his house?" Gan Qing thought thoughtfully, "Don't the houses of several people who were robbed have cats?"

"Don't tell me, it seems to be true." Yu Yan was stunned, "Nowadays, people raise cats by themselves if they can, but if they don't, they go online to attract cats. There are cats everywhere. I think the earth is almost becoming a cat ball.

"

He said and went next door to get drinks.

Yu Lanchuan glanced at Gan Qing and asked in a low voice: "What did you think of?"

Gan Qing turned her face, and Yu Lanchuan's breath was stagnant, because there seemed to be whirlpools in her gray contact lenses, especially when she smiled, it made people dizzy.

Gan Qing, who made the alliance leader feel dizzy, said nonchalantly: "I was thinking that maybe there was no high-rise theft at all, but a cat demon visiting relatives and friends."

Yu Lanchuan wanted to slap himself, but he didn't have a long memory, and he actually thought he could hear a few serious words from her mouth.

The little mute girl in the pet shop at the entrance of No. 110 Courtyard - her name was written on the work badge on her chest, "Qing Qi", and the name matched the person - quietly raised her head and saw a little baby on the roof.

The milk cat didn't know how it got up, but couldn't get back down. It trembled its tail and barked tremblingly.
To be continued...