As an exquisite old lady, Zhang Meizhen slept until midnight as usual, until midnight.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she felt something unusual at home, so she followed the sound to the kitchen and saw Gan Qing frying meat and frying egg rolls.

Zhang Meizhen was in a daze for a while, thinking that she had insomnia, so she turned around and confirmed the time, then she leaned into Gan Qing in confusion: "Little nun, shouldn't you have gone out to recite the foreign scriptures?"

"Something is wrong. I'll ask for leave. I'll tell you later." Gan Qing didn't look back, "Come some chicken floss or beef floss?"

Zhang Meizhen muttered: "I don't eat those little snacks, who knows what is added to it..."

Gan Qing: "It's not a small snack, I made the meat floss myself."

Zhang Meizhen turned to look at Gan Qing's room. There was a luggage bag at the door. The curtains were removed and they were neatly placed on the washing machine. Perhaps because she was afraid of disturbing her sleep, the washing machine had not turned on. Zhang Meizhen frowned, suddenly realized something, and slowly stood up.

Gan Qing: "There is more oil in beef, and it is a little more fragrant."

"Oh, okay," Zhang Meizhen just woke up, her mind was not very clear, and she took her over, and then she realized, "This is not the point - where did you go yesterday? Why did you pack your luggage?"

Gan Qing grabbed a handful of meat floss, sprinkled it into the egg cake, and spread a layer of cheese slices on it. The food rustled in the non-stick pan. She said, "I went to take a look with Gang Yang and the others, and accidentally got into someone - I'll put a spoonful of sauce less, you have high blood pressure and it's not good to eat too salty."

"My blood pressure is not low now." Zhang Meizhen pulled her hair on her shoulder back, "What does it mean? If you live here, do you need his surname Yang to give me the approval?"

It was a coincidence that as soon as Sister Meizhen finished speaking, someone rang the doorbell. Old Mr. Yang seemed to be pinching her to get up and came here to vent her anger.

The older generation didn't know what kind of grudges and love were, and Gang Master Yang always looked like a senior male god outside. When he arrived at Zhang Meizhen, Sister Meizhen pointed out that he didn't dare to attack the west. He was the leader of the Beggars' Sect, and he was shouted at every day and didn't even have a few good faces.

Zhang Meizhen opened the door. When she saw that it was him, she slammed the door without waiting for Lao Yang to say hello and shouted outside: "We are Pansi Cave and Monster's Nest. It's not convenient to receive your famous and upright people. Get out!"

Old Mr. Yang's voice was separated from the door panel: "Listen to my explanation..."

Zhang Meizhen: "The hearing aid was taken away by the dog, and I couldn't hear it!"

Old Mr. Yang: "You open the door first, there are people coming and going in the corridor... Oh, it's so bad that I stand here."

Zhang Meizhen: "When you go back and look in the mirror, you won't look good anywhere you stand."

Gan Qing held a spatula in his hand and had already acted in a bloody TV series of forty episodes in his mind. He couldn't help but amuse himself. He closed the fire and walked over to open the door for the leader of Lao Yang.

Zhang Meizhen snorted coldly: "Don't touch my floor with your crutches, the innocence of beating dogs has been defiled."

After saying that, she threw the bathroom door and went to wash.

Gangmaster Yang entered the house in a daze, his legs and feet were still a little uneasy. After all, he was old and waved a solid wood crutch the night before and hit the stadium. Today, he couldn't lift his arms. His face turned a little gray. He probably didn't have a good rest and didn't know when he came back from the hospital.

"I'm cooking, can you eat something together?" Gan Qing asked politely, "I want..."

"He dared not," Zhang Meizhen's sarcastic voice came from the back of the bathroom, "I'm afraid that you will get poisoned and will get rid of your stomach after eating!"

"Don't be busy, don't be busy." Old Mr. Yang waved his hand, and the light of his eyes caught a glimpse of Gan Qing's packed luggage and recognized the bag. When she came with the luggage on her back, she asked Yu Lanchuan to help.

Holding the crutch, Old Yang looked at Gan Qing and asked her: "You are the child that Wei Xiao brought back then, right?"

Gan Qing smiled.

"Oh, I can't recognize it anymore," Old Mr. Yang stretched out his hand and gestured, "It was only so tall back then, your master..."

"Former Master, I've been dead for many years." Gan Qing interrupted him slowly and poured him a glass of water, "You sit down first. I haven't finished my meal yet. I asked an agent to see the house in the afternoon and I'll leave later."

Old Mr. Yang said, "I came to you just for this. The hospital was too messy yesterday and I didn't have time to thank you."

Gan Qing smiled: "No..."

"It's not just the incident last night, but Xiaochuan called me for half a night in the second night. I realized that many things in the past could be solved smoothly, because you took action." Old Yang, with a thick dark circle, proved that "half a night" was the actual data, not the rhetoric method. "Otherwise, just kidnapping, Yan Hao would have to take it. A few days ago, they were surrounded by the hiking and gangsters. If you didn't rescue the situation, it would be difficult to come back in full. In the past six months, those juniors who can make trouble have caused you a lot. Thank you for your thanks."

Yu Lanchuan left work early in the morning. The kitchen window of 1003 was facing the corridor. When Gan Qing was making breakfast, he felt that he had been standing outside the window for a long time.

Yesterday I ran to such a far place and even called everywhere when I came back.

Is it...didn't you sleep all night?

Gan Qing couldn't tell what it felt like in her heart. She was a person who liked to walk around the corner. Although she was not as afraid of other people's eyes like the "swallow" downstairs, she was not used to being paid attention to. If someone did something for her, even if it was just a simple task, she would feel a little bit like a slight feeling.

"The younger waves of the Yangtze River push forward the older waves." Old Yang said, "At your age, I probably have never seen your master for a few times. Although I don't know what happened to your sect, Brother Chun would be quite pleased if he knew about it. Yan Hao came from the south thousands of miles away and went to us. Xiaochuan's new house was not renovated, so he lived here temporarily. Dongsheng went to school for his children. After ten years, he brought his family back to 111. You also lived in Meizhen by chance. Isn't this fate in my darkness? It is also a blessing to see the five masters again in my lifetime. Girl, if you leave, the five masters will have shortcomings."

Gan Qing lowered his head and smiled: "It's almost a hundred years, it's boring to make up such numbers. Gang Yang, did you hear it yesterday? I'm just a rebellious master. Don't you ask me what I did?"

"What you should know will one day know. If you don't know, if you force yourself to inquire, you may just be a leap in the trap." Old Yang didn't care about her thorny attitude in her distant relationship, but just said, "Okawa has such a personality, I have called you all night, and Mizhen will also come forward to keep you. Do I still have the eyesight of me, a dizzy person?"

After saying that, he stood up slowly: "It won't delay your meal. If you don't leave, Meizhen will shy her face again."

Gan Qing: "..."

"By the way." Old Yang walked to the door, suddenly remembered something, and turned to Gan Qing, "You shouldn't remember. Xiaowei brought you 111, which was actually his last time to appear in the martial arts world. He said that when he was young and frivolous, he caused a lot of trouble and offended many people. He didn't care if he planted causes and results. But with a little guy like you by his side, he would have many concerns. It would be inconvenient to disturb the world in the future, so he planned to hide his name and retire."

From then on, Wei Xiao became the chef Wei Changsheng.

Gan Qing stared at him blankly.

The leader of the old Yang gang walked out with a cane: "Your master, you must still love you very much."

Gan Qing sent the old man away, and his soul flew to nowhere, and accidentally fryed a piece of egg cake.

Zhang Meizhen turned on the range hood a little wider and waved her hand at the kitchen cigarette: "What are you doing? Life is not there?"

Gan Qing quickly shoveled out the charred slag and cleaned the ash on the spatula. At this moment, the doorbell rang again.

1003, which is usually quiet and self-contained, is particularly lively today. Zhang Meizhen opened the door and saw a child Han Zhou standing there with a cardboard box on the winter vacation.

The most promising little boy in the building saw Ms. Meizhen, smiled and jumped up, and gave himself several seniority. He opened his mouth and said, "Hello Sister Meizhen, can I come and have a free meal?"

"..." Zhang Meizhen's face changed a few times, and her tone became softer involuntarily, "Who are you calling me if you are not big or small? Your dad has to call me grandma. Who do you learn from these naughty kids? They are all slick. Oh, come in."

"This is the cake my mother bought, so I'll try it for my sisters. My grandfather is still in the hospital, and my parents are going to accompany the bed." Han Zhou raised the cardboard box, "Sister Gan Qing, my dad asked me to bring you a message. He said that when my grandfather was discharged from the hospital, he would definitely bring him to thank him. Fortunately, you are staying at 1100 yuan, so you must not move - do you want to move?"

Gan Qing: "Uh..."

Han Zhou jumped onto a chair, his feet still not reaching the ground, hanging carefully. The future love saint held his cheek with melancholy: "Then take me away too. I want to wander around the world with you, why bother trapped in the world?...suffer...ah, what's the hardship? Anyway, it means you have to go to school."

Their adults didn't care about him for a while. The little boy had fun at home during holidays and might have grown on TV.

Gan Qing had the last egg roll out of the pot, and another uninvited guest came - fortunately she made a little more, otherwise it would not be enough to eat.

This time it was Liu Zhongqi. Liu Zhongqi had just returned from school and was like a big rabbit chased by a wolf. Before he even put down his schoolbag, he jumped in in panic and said in horror: "We took the last English exam in the morning, and we got the answers with someone. I feel that my deadline is approaching. Teacher Mengmeng, give me a score!"

Gan Qing: "..."

Finally, she sent a group to brush her senior group, the childhood group and the "Yijingsheng Group", which was more tired than fighting with cult members in the suburbs for 300 rounds. Before the curtains could be entered, she had to make an appointment with someone else's agent, so she had to go out in a hurry.

I took the bus around the city for a while, and I looked at several houses, but they were not very good. Based on her budget, of course there would be no good house. The only place where I can still live is a haunted house next to a cemetery.

Gan Qing got off the bus and paddled her fingers around her phone, hesitating whether to tell the agent to settle the haunted house. A beggar who was picking up bottles in the garbage dump near the station saw her from afar, grinned at her, and bent down to bow. Gan Qing nodded and returned the gift, but suddenly couldn't press the WeChat send button.

She wrapped her thick coat tightly and walked into the night in a daze.

She was a little overwhelmed by being taken away for the first time in her life.

As soon as he walked to the vicinity of 110 courtyard, he had not crossed the intersection, and a figure suddenly flashed. Gan Qing's feet shrank reflexively, and his toes were pointed, adjusting to the movement that could be kicked out at any time. Only then did he see clearly that the person who blocked her was Yan Hao.

"It's you," Gan Qing put down the lifted ankle, "Why, Mr. Xiao Yu called you too?"

He's really not picky.

Yan Hao was stunned: "What, what?"

Gan Qing: "..."

Oh, I accidentally became self-indulgent.

"What's up?"

"That...that person," Yan Hao stammered at a man wandering at the intersection and said, "Walking around here, the police told him that his mother "walked" from this road..."

Gan Qing followed his gaze and recognized the man at the intersection - he also met him in the hospital once yesterday, and was the son of Mrs. Lin, who died unfortunately.

Old Lady Lin asked for a reward but failed. After her heart attack, the people who were traveling to the gang secretly transported the old lady's body away and buried it.

"The body was transported from this road," Gan Qing asked Yan Hao, "What's wrong."

"I want to say something to him... No, I don't know what to say," Yan Hao scratched his head. He was beaten and rescued by Gan Qing, and took the plastic villain from her. Therefore, he barely treated her as an acquaintance and could say a few more words to ask him to chat with strangers, but it was too difficult. "I have no evidence... I may not be sure, can you tell me..."

Gan Qing was confused by his confusing statement: "What is there no evidence? What to help you? Wait and wait... Take a breath, don't worry, determine your subject-predicate object first."

"His mother, just... Old Mrs. Lin," Yan Hao followed the guidance of the grammar tutor Mengmeng, and a subject burst out with difficulty, "I disappeared... from this road... I may have seen it quietly. I am..."

"I know the little girl in the pet store," Gan Qing said, "and what happened?"

Yan Hao felt that he couldn't explain clearly, so he took out a small book from his pocket, which was a record of his chat with him face to face.

"I saw someone passing by on an electric tricycle at night," said the beautiful girl's handwriting. "The car was loaded with a sack that was one person tall, and she also called and said, "Yanning people are so tall that they are so confused and cause trouble." Then she accidentally rode into the pit and everything in the car fell off."

"The sack is moving."
Chapter completed!