Gang leader Lao Yang is a powerful figure, and he has a feud with those evil heretics.

Han Dongsheng has family members trapped in it, so he has no choice but to do so.

Why did she come to join in the fun?

Usually I always have a stinky attitude of "I'm awesome, I'm just pretending to be a coward, everything is under my control". There are dozens of tricks, but in fact I'm afraid of the dark and ghosts; I can't make a pot of money in a month through deception.

Jealous of money, casually agreeing to treat someone to dinner, then turning around and reneging on the bill; having to wrap your hands around someone before taking action, otherwise you will suffer from Parkinson's disease...

Wan Muchun had been hiding from the world for a long time, and he had cultivated such an unreliable person?

Yu Lanchuan's mind was filled with chaotic thoughts, and his soaring blood pressure was almost making his heart beat fast. Before he had time to figure out what he was worried about, the role that was supposed to be "strategizing" was ruined by him and turned into "running wildly."

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The humming sound of the car engine and the sound of his own heartbeat filled the small space. A vague idea suddenly emerged from the noise like a piece of water.

I……

The boy he had held in his heart for many years forcefully pushed aside the smoke and dust of fifteen years, revealing an almost unrecognizable face from the long years.

He thought: I found you with great difficulty——

Yu Yan said "Hey, hey, hey." Yu Lanchuan's phone was disconnected. He was about to call again when he was interrupted by a call from his superior. He hurriedly went to explain why "looking for an old man who had run away from home" would turn into being suspected of a crime.

People fight.

The police were frantically busy, and some stayed at the scene to wait for the fire brigade to arrest the suspects.

Those who followed the hospital not only had to take good care of these frightened elderly people, but also had to explain the situation to the hospital and contact the families of the elderly one by one. The manpower was very insufficient, and everyone was busy jumping up and down.

Han Dongsheng sent away the police officers who came to check the situation, and then slowly sat down on the wooden chair in the waiting area outside the emergency room.

Mr. Zhou inhaled a lot of smoke and dust and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. He still didn’t know what the situation was. Although the police comforted him and said that he was definitely fine, but... what if?

Then that disappointed breakfast will probably become the last memory his family has for him.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, Mr. Zhou is already over 70 years old even if nothing unexpected happens. According to Beibei, there is no longevity gene in their family. Mr. Zhou has already lived past the age when his own parents and brothers died, and he is almost the longest-lived person in the family.

Now, his life has entered a wasteland without milestones and rulers. Every working day that is ignored by his family may be his last day before it comes to an abrupt end.

But "cherishing" is too difficult, just like "diligence", "persistence" and "self-discipline". It is a truth that everyone knows, but only extraordinary people can do it.

Han Dongsheng's injuries were not serious. Except for a few bruises caused by bumps in the small building at the fire scene, the rest could be solved with supplementary water and inorganic salts. The most serious injury was caused by our comrades - his hand

There were stab wounds in the gaps between several fingers, and each finger could not move. The doctor made it look like a big pig's hoof.

Waiting alone in the emergency room, Han Dongsheng tried to sit upright at first. As he sat, the fat on his back and lower abdomen began to weigh down on him. Days of worry and fear came all over him. He was too tired.

I was so tired that I couldn't even open my eyes.

It was like a piece of heated butter, collapsing from a cube into an irregular shape, and then almost turned into liquid and flowed under the seat.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps. Han Dongsheng opened his eyes in excitement and saw Gan Qing walking towards him.

Gan Qing was slower than him. In fact, according to her idea, she cut a small cut on her finger and just put it in her mouth and licked it. There was really no need to go to the hospital. As a result, she was inexplicably stuffed after escaping from the small building.

When she entered the ambulance, the doctors who made a fuss not only wanted to give her an injection, but also insisted on telling her that blood contact was risky and wanted her to undergo laboratory tests.

"I just came here to ask...hey, you," Gan Qing pointed to his pig's trotters, "should I pay for the medical expenses?"

"Hey, what are you talking about? I don't know how to repay the kindness of saving my life. If it weren't for these few stabs from you, I might have to leave my last words." Han Dongsheng smiled at her politely, showing a pair of bright white teeth - his face

It's too dark, just by contrast.

Gan Qing handed him a wet tissue, and the two of them exchanged pleasantries for the rest of their lives. Since they didn't know each other well and had nothing to say, they both fell silent.

Han Dongsheng's face was covered with black ash. After wiping it once, the white wet wipe in his hand turned into a black rag. He could squeeze out a handful of mud soup in his hand.

He slowly wiped his uninjured hand, and after a while, he suddenly said: "When I came out of that small building, I thought, if I were really trapped in it, how would Beibei be able to take care of the child...

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Gan Qing glanced at him, but she was single and had no family to live with. No matter what she said, she felt like "it hurts to stand and talk", so she didn't say anything.

When Han Dongsheng talked to her, he gradually turned to talking to himself. Talking to others is often embarrassing because although the other person doesn't answer, their silence contains an attitude - I don't want to talk to you, you are stupid -

- But not against the tree hole, because the tree has no function of discriminating against humans. Strangely enough, Gan Qing leaned against the corner quietly, like a wooden stake. Involuntarily, Han Dongsheng felt a little want to feel in his stomach.

The words in it fall flat.

"Later I thought maybe I was overthinking it," he said with a self-deprecating smile. "A man like me is really of no use. It's a question of whether I have it or not. Without me, people might be able to live a better life."

"Maybe... I'm not the kind of person who can succeed."

"She has always been very disappointed in me."

Gan Qing shifted his weight, folded his arms in front of his chest, listened to everything, and looked straight towards the stairs.

Women are disappointed with their husbands who don’t seek to make progress, old fathers are disappointed with the feelings that have been thrown away and cannot be responded to, and men who have accomplished nothing have looked back hastily and are disappointed in themselves.

Han Dongsheng propped up his chin with one hand, his eyelids a little swollen: "Sometimes in the dead of night, I can't help but think, if only people could live their lives again."

Gan Qing's calm gaze finally became slightly disturbed. She seemed to have taken a deep breath, and the tendons in her neck jumped out of her skin one by one.

"Yes," she said almost inaudibly, "it would be nice to live again."

At this moment, messy footsteps sounded, and a person ran up staggeringly, and stumbled on the last step - it was the disheveled Zhou Beibei.

She fell so hard this time that the two fugues were startled. Han Dongsheng saw clearly that it was her and quickly came to help him: "Hey, you don't know how to lift your feet no matter how you walk!"

Zhou Beibei didn't wait to stand up, but knelt down and hugged his legs.

"Dad is fine. It's just that I'm old and took a few puffs of cigarettes." Han Dongsheng raised his big pig's hooves, held Zhou Beibei's elbow with one hand, and lifted her up, "I'm not asking you to wait at home with Zhou Zhou.

Stay here, I'll be fine...what's wrong?"

Zhou Beibei refused to stand up and buried her face in his waist and abdomen.

Han Dongsheng held her shoulders and gently pulled her off: "I'm dirty..."

He suddenly paused because he saw Zhou Beibei's red eyes. The two looked at each other silently for a moment, and her tears fell suddenly.

She was a woman who was full of complaints but never had a good word to say. Her resentment blocked her trachea and throat, making it difficult for her to speak and act smoothly. There were thousands of words in her stomach, but she couldn't say them out, so she had to cry.

Han Dongsheng was so confused by her crying at first. After a while, he seemed to understand something from the woman's cry. His palm slowly fell on Zhou Beibei's hair and he sighed.

Gan Qing looked on with cold eyes, smiled, quietly climbed up the stairs next to him, and went downstairs.

The hospital was noisy. Family members of the missing old man came over. Some cried with joy, and some were furious. There was also a man wandering in the corridor of the hospital blankly. He happened to see Gan Qing coming down from the elevator and stepped forward to hold her.

Question: "Is an old lady named Lin also here?"

Before Gan Qing could reply, a policeman rushed over and persuaded him to leave.

"That's Mrs. Lin's son." Someone behind him said, "That's the old lady who disappeared first."

Gan Qing turned around and saw Gang Leader Yang slowly walking over with a cane.

Lao Yang said: "Old Mrs. Lin once participated in their experience of the paradise world - in fact, she fed them some diluted low-quality hallucinogens and made them fall asleep dizzy. She really thought she was experiencing it.

I had an out-of-body experience - I was deceived by those people several times, and I believed all the qigong masters I followed before.

It cost 40,000 yuan in cash to participate in this training. The old lady didn't have that much money, so she went to find the "Qigong Master" and wanted to get back the money she had rewarded. Unexpectedly, she had some cardiovascular disease, and after eating this

The cultist's medicine, coupled with the fear of not getting the money back, made him excited, and all of a sudden, the person passed away... The body was found, but the daughter-in-law went to identify it, and the son has been unwilling to accept it."

Gan Qing said with a bit of indifference: "If everyone hung a life countdown sign above their head, everyone might not want to travel far away from home."

"Gan Qing, right?" Lao Yang turned to look at her, "Wan Muchun's sword technique, your master is Wei Xiao."

"It used to be." Gan Qing was usually polite and well-behaved at "One Hundred and One". Every time I met her at Zhang Meizhen's house, she was either mopping the floor or cooking. Yang Yifan always felt that she was like a little nanny, being taken care of by the old man.

The witch squeezes.

At this time, she was standing a few steps away from Gang Leader Yang with her hands behind her back. She finally tore off all the masks and revealed her true face. She was even a little taller than the elderly Gang Leader Yang, and her eyelids were slightly drooped, revealing a bit.

Unspeakable unruly spirit: "Later, I rebelled and left the school."

Lao Yang was stunned.

"Housework matters don't bother others, so I won't say more," Gan Qing smiled vaguely and waved his hand, "It should be easy to find a house by the end of the year. Don't worry, Gang Leader Yang, I will move when I get back."

Lao Yang: "Wait..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw a clean-clothed Beggar Clan disciple running in in a panic: "Gang leader!"

I saw Yang Yifan following him, dashing in with a sharp sword, and a dog beating stick under his arm.

Lao Yang's face changed. He went out to wander around this time and didn't tell his granddaughter. He was afraid that she would become suspicious and that someone from the cult would recognize him. He also deliberately didn't bring a dog-beating stick!

Yang Yifan's expression at this time was as if he wanted to poke the sacred object of the Beggar Clan on the spot.

Lao Yang hurriedly said: "Fanfan, if you have something to say, please say it. Don't..."

However, Yang Yifan fought all the way to him, but just sighed, put the dog beating stick into Lao Yang's hand, and snatched the hardwood crutch.

Lao Yang blinked and looked at her blankly.

Yang Yifan held the wooden crutch in his hand and weighed it: "It's Shen. It's not easy to hold it. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

The old gang leader who was over ninety years old and could still fight with his bare hands looked like an elementary school student who had made a mistake. He muttered: "You asked someone to buy it for you. It's quite expensive..."

"So what!" Yang Yifan interrupted him, "I buy Hermès and diamonds during the holidays, and stuff them with pretty boys everywhere as if they were free. I just want to block their mouths and make them all eat short-tongued people.
To be continued...