As a young woman, Gan Qing met a young man with a wide open heart in the street and couldn't avoid glances. After glanced at her, she felt that this body should have a chest and a waist, and it would not be too much to take it out for exhibition.

It’s just... in such a small broken place where gutter oil and furnace ash are flying all over the sky, is it necessary to be fashionable and work so hard?

"I saw you once in Rongfeng Hutong when I was a child." Yu Lanchuan lowered his head and glanced at Boss Meng's hand. Boss Meng's hand was very thick, because he had a little oil stain for many years, but his skin was extremely delicate and moist, as moist as jade, and it really didn't look like a pair of middle-aged men's hands. When facing Boss Meng's confused eyes, Yu Lanchuan introduced himself obscurely, "My surname is Yu."

Meng Tianyi and Gan Qing's faces were blank for a moment at the same time.

"Oh, you!" Meng Tianyi stretched out his waist that had been bent slightly, and then lowered his voice, "You... sit in the store, please come in."

After saying that, he waved his hand to the side, deliberately not looking at Gan Qing, pretending to be a very casual look and sent her away: "Jian'er, it's all you have to do, go back first, be careful on the way."

The moment Yu Lanchuan made a sound, Gan Qing took a half step back and retreated out of the light, and his already low sense of existence was almost gone.

When she heard Boss Meng’s words, she nodded her head like a ghost, turned around and left without saying a word.

Yu Lanchuan didn't take her to heart at first, and used his habitual scrutiny to see a blurry silhouette. His heart suddenly jumped and he blurted out: "Wait."

Gan Qing seemed to be startled by him, stood up stiffly, and turned around carefully and asked, "Call me?"

Her eyes were filled with panic, her shoulders were tight, and she was trembling like a frightened hare.

Yu Lanchuan saw her appearance clearly at this time, and suddenly felt disappointed, and the memories that were rumbling in his heart suddenly evaporated.

"Nothing," he said politely, "It was my brother who was stopped by them today. I would like to thank you."

Gan Qing responded dullly: "No, you're welcome."

Yu Lanchuan blew out of his nose and thought to himself: "Where did Chai Heniu come from? Even if you say something, you can't speak well."

He had to keep his patience to serve the fathers of the Party. He was very impatient with this kind of "nothing can't be kicked out by three feet". He nodded restraintly, and he ignored this passerby and raised his legs to enter the "God-in-Crayfish" shop.

Gan Qing thought: "It was a surprise that the Yu family must have someone scattered the ancestral grave and a psychopathy."

She lowered her head and walked away in a hurry, like an inconspicuous shadow.

The path in the back alley of Nitang is like a maze. At this time, except for the open-air barbecue street, other places have become quiet. Even the wind blows overnight, it has become a bit frozen. Whether the street lights that have been disrepaired all depend on their mood. Some people still flash. When people walk inside, the footsteps will sound a little heavier.

Strange and terrible.

I don’t know if it was because I was afraid of walking alone at night, so Gan Qing’s slippers were deliberately rubbing on the ground and hummed a song.

When she walked to the most backlighted place, a figure appeared from the intersection where she passed by - if Liu Zhongqi was there, he would recognize that this person was one of the three men who blackmailed him, the bald one.

The bald man stared at Gan Qing's back for a moment, and raised his foot and chased him. He was a burly man, nearly 1.9 meters tall. When he walked, there was no sound at all.

Gan Qing turned around the alley without any notice. On the quiet path, there were only the sound of plastic slippers dragging footsteps and a hoarse female voice: "Across the hill, although my head is white..."

The bald man tightened his chin slightly, his steps became faster and faster, he clenched his fists, and ferocious muscles and blue veins burst out on his arms.

"I keep chatting, and I don't give me sorrow..."

The bald man rushed through the intersection suddenly, but then he suddenly braked under his feet - there was a dead end in front of him, pitch black, and nothing except a scrap shared bicycle.

Where is the person?

At this time, the sound of "kicking and stomping" slippers sounded again, and the sound came from behind him!

"I haven't seen immortality as I wish..."

The bald man suddenly turned around and saw the nosy "cashier" walking past the intersection behind him. She was in her pocket and was too lazy to lift her feet. She walked around and didn't look at him at all.

Anyway, there was no one nearby, so the bald man simply stopped hiding and shouted: "Stop!"

After roaring, he took his long legs to chase Gan Qing. The bald man ran to the intersection, and said only five or six steps. He passed in a flash, but in just a blink of an eye, the woman just disappeared out of thin air again.

"Just throw yourself away first-"

The tone of the singing will run away and echo in the alley, ringing everywhere, and a layer of cold sweat pops up on the back of the bald spine: "Where are you doing this, don't pretend to be a fool!"

His voice came out, and the singing and footsteps disappeared at the same time. For a moment, only the night wind's humming, rustling, sneaky.

The bald head's heartbeats quickly, subconsciously bent his knees and elbows, protecting his head with both hands, holding his breath, and watching around with caution.

Suddenly, an indescribable tremor flowed through his whole body. Then, an unnatural wind rushed straight into his temple. The bald head terrified that he had no time to hide or block. There was a stinging pain in his temple, and a "buzzing" in his mind, thinking: "It's over."

But the bloody scene of the brain being pierced did not happen. The bald man was stunned for a while before he realized that he was not even broken. He reached out and touched his hand in a daze, and stayed safely on his neck.

It seemed as if the wind had just rolled up the small sand and stones, which just fell to his face.

He searched in the alley like a bald headless fly for a while, and didn't even pick up footprints. He was lucky. At this time, the phone in his pocket rang. He took it out and saw it, his voice lowered octave out of thin air, almost gentle: "Hey, master's wife... me? I happened to see the policeman in that small alley in the afternoon...what were you talking about?"

After answering the phone call, he didn't bother to ask Gan Qing for trouble and ran away in a hurry.

After leaving the back alley of Nitang, he passed two more intersections, and ran out of a sweaty bald man and broke into a McDonald's.

The clerk who was packing the table was startled by the fierce man, and suddenly took a step back and widened his eyes. The bald man didn't care about finding fault, and walked towards a table in the corner - in the evening, the underage old lady and two other men were sitting in the corner. The three of them ordered a pack of small French fries, but no one ate them. It seemed that they were just posing, with bulging luggage bags piled under their feet.

The bald man took a breath and came to his companion: "Have you paid all the money? Why don't you let me live there if I don't want to live there? How can I find them? I'll go to them!"

"They returned the money to us," Scarface next to him called "Senior Brother" first, and said, "There is no way. Today someone suddenly investigated, and the landlord didn't know what was going on, so he didn't dare to rent it."

The bald man was about to speak, but the old lady suddenly looked up at him: "Who have you met?"

The bald man was stunned: "Ah? Oh, a little bastard who works as a waiter in a small shop is just the only one who is eating salt and meddling in business today. He attracted the police. I want to chase after her and get rid of her."

The old lady asked, "Catch up?"

"Uh...that's not...Isn't it too dark? I'm not as familiar as her. I lost half of my life, so I'm lucky..."

Before he finished speaking, the old lady suddenly leaned over and reached out to apply a hand on the bald temple, smearing a light stain. Looking closely, it looked like charcoal ash on the barbecue stall.

The bald man saw her fingers clearly, shivered, and broke out in cold sweat.

"If you can draw on your head, you can open a can of yours. I don't want to see you today." The old lady sat back slowly and sighed, "Do you know which street that person is from and which store?"

The bald man said humbly: "I know, it's on the street where all the barbecue stalls are."

The old lady nodded: "Since she didn't hurt anyone today, she just wanted to ignore nothing except her own doorstep. Just bypass her in the future."

The bald man muttered unwillingly: "A girl like firewood..."

"Okay!" The old lady raised her voice slightly and interrupted him, "Why did I tell you when I was at home? Yan Ning hid the dragon and clenched the tiger. When you meet someone from the same path, don't think you are awesome, a frog in the well!"

The bald man dared not say anything, and the other two men also lowered their heads to listen to the training.

The small table became quiet for a moment, and all four people and eight eyes fell on the French fries on the table. The fries were already cold, and the oil that oozed out soaked the paper bag. No one moved, and they lay there alone, but there were a few bags of clean tomato sauce bags next to them, corpses standing on the table in a mess.

After a while, Scarface broke the silence: "Master's wife, it's not a solution for us to stay here all the time. If it really doesn't work, stay in a hotel today, right?"

The lame man who had not said anything beside him said in a muffled voice: "My wife stays in a hotel, so we three can just spend a night outside, it's not cold in summer anyway."

The old lady seemed a little moved, reached out to grab the small bag beside her, and didn't know what she remembered. After a while, she sighed again and shook her head.

At this time, Gan Qing also returned to his "home".

She walked more slowly and her pace became more slow, because she ran a little anxiously when she was hiding from the bald head. Most of the plastic tape on the slipper on her left foot broke, and only less than half a centimeter left was sticking to her thrillingly. She was afraid that she would have to jump back with one foot today.

Seeing the familiar street lights at the door of the house from a distance, Gan Qing breathed a sigh of relief and decided to borrow a pair of slippers from her roommate to make do with her for two days.

She now lives in an illegal group rental house. The room uses partitions to create eight small compartments, each with a bunk bed, and two people live in. Most of the roommates are women. Everyone made an appointment to not smoke in public spaces, and no one did not flush the toilet, so it was quite clean. As for the girl who lived in her bunk bed, she was hiding all day and night, it was a trivial matter. Gan Qing is a person who could sleep in the bridge hole and didn't care about this disturbance.

In general, she felt that her nest was cheap, clean, and close to the place to work, everything was good, and it was good at quality and cheap.

Unfortunately, these days, high-quality and low-priced things are often accompanied by other problems - such as illegality.

So on this day, when Gan Qing walked home humming "The Hill", he found that "home" was gone.

A group of people gathered at the bottom of the building with pots and pans. Gan Qing met her roommate in it. The roommate took out a pair of slippers for her and told her that Yanning City has recently started a new round of group rental crackdowns. Their rental house was sealed and they had to move immediately and could not stay overnight.

So their group of people, whether they were hiding in the day and out of the night, or the "lags" who went to bed early and got up early, were all bombarded on the street.

Fifteen minutes later, Gan Qing rescued her simple luggage, squatted on the curb on the side of the road, holding a root of boiling corn - the corn was also given by her owl roommate, and it was quite sweet.

The milky white street lights lined up behind her, and the thin lamp poles were stretched out, like a row of dancing swans, extending along the wide road, gently undulating, and stringing up the lights of thousands of homes.

That night, it was a coincidence that I could write a book.

Those who are fooling around and meddling in business, those who are overestimating themselves and those who are hidden in their own way, all of them are thinking about where they should spend the night in a bleak cloud.
Chapter completed!