Yu Lanchuan grabbed Gan Qing's hand, pressed down her chopsticks, and said in a soft voice that was almost unlike his: "Slow down, please drink some water first."

For a moment, Gan Qing didn't dare to look at him.

If a person who has just eaten chili drinks a sip of warm water, he will burst into tears.

Yu Lanchuan picked up a crispy biscuit, broke it in half, and handed half to Gan Qing.

"This is made from sugar." Yu Lanchuan seemed to have suddenly gone blind. He didn't realize that her calm expression was about to crack. He concentrated on studying the sesame biscuits, "I haven't eaten sugar sesame biscuits in many years. They are sold in stores outside.

That kind won’t work, if you break it open there will be sugar residue inside.”

The owner of the shop next to him was slowly wiping the table and said, "It's cold. It must be freshly taken out of the stove. It's piping hot to avoid dripping. Be careful to burn your mouth."

Gan Qing covered his mouth, hissed, pretended to be burned by the sugar juice, and took the opportunity to blink the moisture out of his eyes.

"Reincarnation of a starving ghost?" Yu Lanchuan put away his fleeting tenderness and glanced at her, "Do you eat like this when you are eating with others?"

Gan Qing stretched out his hand and wiped off a bit of candy stuck to the corner of his mouth: "Aren't I afraid that Mr. Xiao Yu's beauty will stop him from eating if he looks at it for a while longer?"

Yu Lanchuan almost forgot what posture he should use to put the sesame biscuits into his mouth, and absent-mindedly filled his mouth with melted hot candy. Others used candy to cover their eyes and pretended to be burned, but he was so real that he almost burned off a layer of his own skin and glasses.

All slipped down.

Gan Qing started laughing, but after she finished laughing, she felt uncomfortable again. She was someone who had betrayed her deep kindness and kindness. She was too shameless to seek favors from others. She never thought about the people around her - Mr. Xiao Yu, Boss Meng, and Meizhen.

Sister...even Gang Leader Lao Yang from No. 110 Courtyard and others dared to put their kindness into her hands, not afraid that she would miss again.

This made her really frightened and she didn't know what to do, which made her seem more careless and glib.

The boss hurriedly came over to give Yu Lanchuan some cold boiled food. Gan Qing said, "You haven't reduced the quantity of these sesame cakes at all. I'm sorry - it would be nice if the soup noodles were more original. You added a little too much seasoning. Now, people are outside."

I’m tired of eating heavy oil and salt, and I think the lighter the taste, the more advanced it is.”

After hearing this, the boss looked at his dim eyes and asked quietly: "Girl, are you feeling salty?"

Gan Qing: "Uh..."

"Well, I'm old, my tongue is no longer working, and I can only use my ears to pick up the flavor of words. I can still understand people's words." The boss sighed sadly, "I'm afraid it's time to close the shop."

Gan Qing knew that after he lost his son in middle age, his only concern was this small restaurant, so he quickly said: "No, all the graduates are thinking about your sesame cakes and noodles. We came here specially to eat them today."

, you close the store, what will you do when regular customers come?"

"Where are the regular customers? They've all gone and won't come." The boss waved his hand, like an old ape with limited mobility, walked slowly to the cashier, pulled out a huge plastic folder from the drawer, and pulled out

A few pieces of paper, "Just right, you young people have good eyesight, show me this."

Yu Lanchuan wiped his hands and took it. He saw it was a contract about demolition compensation.

"There have been fewer children in the past two years. No. 13 Middle School is getting worse and worse. Of course, it is becoming increasingly difficult to recruit people. It seems that it will soon merge with other schools. After the merger and expansion, we all have to leave," the boss sat down.

, through the window, he glanced in the direction of the school, and said, "It's a good thing. After the merger, it won't be called 'Thirteenth Middle School'. It'll be better to change the school spirit."

Yu Lanchuan was used to reading contracts. He could scan out a lot of points at a glance and explain them to the boss one by one. Gan Qing listened to it twice and half understood, so he told the boss and flipped through the thick contract.

folder.

There is everything in it, postcards written by old diners, photos of the annual sports meeting and school anniversary of No. 13 Middle School...

Yu Lanchuan took a pencil to the boss to highlight the key points. While the boss was waiting, he explained to Gan Qing: "That's a photographer who walked around the streets and took pictures. He took a picture of our house. When he went back, he won some award for that picture.

It was an honorable thing, I kept that magazine page specially."

Gan Qing took a closer look and saw that there was indeed a photo of a small restaurant in the magazine, which had won a glorious "Encouragement Award." There was a small note under the photo: "Although the work's skills are lacking, the author focused the lens on the people at the bottom.

It restores the dirty and narrow alleys and captures a corner of the lives of people on the edge of the city. The lens is full of emotion and the photographer is compassionate."

"One year during the college entrance examination, No. 13 Middle School made a huge turnaround. Fifteen people got on the key line, more than in the previous and previous years combined. It was so brilliant! A red list was posted at the school gate, and I was happy to see it.

It was photographed. My son won’t be on the list, so he can only take advantage of other people’s joy and be proud of it.”

There were fifteen people written on the red list, and the class notes of thirteen of them were from a certain class in the fourth grade of high school. Gan Qing remembered this. The year she first entered school, No. 13 Middle School enrolled a repeater class to avoid paying tuition and miscellaneous fees.

Bait, deceived a group of poor students with good grades. While repeating students broke the record of No. 13 Middle School, they were delayed for a year by this garbage dump. Their average scores dropped by 20 points from the first college entrance examination. So the brilliant repeating class

In the second year, it was bad, and people were subsidized with money, so they didn't dare to come.

Turning back further, Gan Qing's hand suddenly stopped.

It was a newspaper clipping, which reported a murder case. Of course, the name of the victim was hidden, and the photo was mosaic, but Gan Qing could still tell at a glance that it was Wei Huan.

"Well," the boss glanced over and recalled carefully for a moment, "this is not a happy thing. This man came to my place for dinner the day before and was killed the next day. It is said that he was covered in blood when he died.

I don’t know why he piled up fake documents/documents, but he is still our guest.”

Gan Qing was stunned: "Has he been here?"

"Isn't that right?" The boss pointed at the crooked child's body next to the newspaper clipping. "Look, I even took notes. When this man came, he ordered three large bowls of noodles. I said eating so much soup, water, water,

I'm sure I'll feel uncomfortable in my stomach. If you're worried that you won't be full after eating it, why don't I get you a few taels of sesame seed cakes? He said no, he just wanted to taste the flavor of the noodle soup."

Gan Qing's eyebrows moved slightly.

"It's strange! This person doesn't eat noodles. He only drinks soup first, and then drinks it all, and then eats a few mouthfuls half dead. I said you really have a tongue. You know that the chef is not here today, and the noodles are rolled by the little boy. There is only soup.

It was left behind by the chef. He didn't seem to hear anything and didn't say anything. I saw that this man had a gloomy face and a stern look on his face. He looked like someone who was not easy to mess with, so I didn't dare to talk to him anymore...

…Sure enough, something happened.”

Wei Huan went alone to the small restaurant where his...former master worked, and ordered the noodle soup he made while the master was away?

Yu Lanchuan looked up from the contract and was very surprised to hear what he heard. He had always thought that Wei Huan, a murderer who was paid to kill people, should be similar to Yang Ping and others. He was born with a bad brain and was obsessed with anti-humanity. So he curiously learned from Gan Qing

He took the plastic folder in his hand: "Let me see..."

On his end, a small envelope slipped out from behind the loose newspaper clipping, and he almost fell into the water. Gan Qing's hands were as fast as lightning, reaching out from under the folder and clamping the envelope: "Boss, how can you still return this?"

Are there any hidden weapons?”

"Ah." The boss responded in confusion, and was a little confused for a moment.

The envelope was sealed, and there was no signature at the beginning, but "10" was written on it. The white paper was yellowed because of the age, and the sealing paste had dried to the point where a corner of it was opened, revealing the red checkered letter paper of the past.

Bian. The boss read it over and over several times before struggling to recall: "By the way, I remembered, this letter was left by that guest."

Yu Lanchuan and Gan Qing sat up straight at the same time. They looked at each other quickly, and a cold light flashed across Gan Qing's eyes.

Gan Qing's voice lowered slightly: "Leave it to you?"

"No, I don't know him," the boss waved his hands repeatedly, "Yes, who was this left for...why is it here with me?"

He was confused, which may be a sign of Alzheimer's disease. Before he had time to grow old, he had already turned his life into a mess, with threads here and there, and he would not be able to finish it for a while.

At this time, the young man in the back kitchen yelled, ran out like a gust of wind, raised his red hands in front of the boss, curled his mouth, and started howling.

The boss said "tsk": "I asked you not to go to the kitchen to cause trouble. We are boiling water. Let's scald it and be honest!"

The father and son who depended on each other were not very smart. One was howling all over the room, and the other was chasing behind and coaxing. The remaining four eyes of Yu Lanchuan and Gan Qing were staring at the unopened letter on the table, as if they were guarding a stick that was about to explode.

of thunder/tube.

Just when Yu Lanchuan was hesitating whether it would be immoral to open other people's letters, Gan Qing tore open the envelope without saying a word.

Yu Lanchuan: "Hey, you..."

"Master" - the title was stated at the beginning of the letter. Is this a letter to Wei Xiao?

Wei Huan's handwriting was very neat. He seemed to have put all his effort into writing, horizontally and vertically, just like printing. Gan Qing scanned it ten lines at a time.

"I told my boss to keep this letter here for ten days. I told him to pay attention to the local news. If he hears that I am dead within these ten days, I don't need to give you this letter, so as not to make you sad. If he

I haven’t heard anything, and ten days is enough for me to go far. I will give you this letter then, so that you don’t have to look for me.”

"Master, when I was a child, I always felt that our family had very strict rules. This is not allowed, and that is not allowed. Each generation can only accept one disciple. If others don't do it, you can't do it yourself. You are not allowed to mention your inheritance to others when you go out - especially the last one.

Our Wan Muchun is also an upright sect, why can't we mention it? I have always thought that even if the master washes his hands in a golden basin, he is still the top figure among the five uniques. You are the disciple he raised single-handedly, and your skills are no worse than the master.

, they say that you are better than your predecessor, but you lived in seclusion before you came into your life, and are you willing to spend your whole life without a family or a job? I remember when I was a child, I learned swordsmanship, and my master saw it, and the old man shook his head after reading it, thinking that I was stupid.

, saying that my talent is far inferior to yours. That may be true. Those of us who have worked hard to achieve something will take it very seriously, and we will be easily unwilling to accept it.

"

"I think our sect has been around since the Song Dynasty, and it has been passed down to this day, right? Why do we become more and more timid as time goes by?"

"Now, I finally understand a little bit. This is a dangerous road with a thin line of sky. If you go up it, you can't turn back. You can only keep going forward, until you are forced to the cliff with no way out, and then jump off to finish. In ancient times, during the chaos of war, human life was

It's not as good as grass. It doesn't matter which way you go, it's a cliff. But it's different now. There are obviously many ways to survive on the flat ground. You have to hang high to walk on a tightrope. Only a fool can do it."

"I am that fool."

"Master, every time I wake up in the middle of the night, I will think of the steel drill that Zhu Cong gave me. It was my first life-buying business, so I charged him one yuan. We met at Yanning Railway Station.

, I haven’t seen him for several years after the accident in their family, and I almost didn’t recognize him. Zhu Cong is my brother. We have played together since childhood. When I was a child, I followed your instructions and did not dare to talk to anyone about my mentorship.

I never dared to fight with others, and I could only endure it when I was bullied outside. He always took care of me. You also said it yourself, this is a kind child."

"The kind person turned out to be like that. Master, what would you do if it were you? Can you conceal Wan Muchun's sword to the end, stand by and pretend you don't know anything?"

"I can not."

"Following some clues, the two of us tracked for more than a month and found the person who set fire to the warehouse. He hid in another place and actually got married and became a good citizen. The old, young, women and children who died unjustly did not come to tear him apart in the middle of the night.

Sweetheart?"

"If you don't come, it means there are really no ghosts and gods in the world. Then what do we, the people with butcher knives, have to fear? Afterwards, I used the dollar to buy two sugar water popsicles and talked to Zhu Cong

We shared the food, and after finishing it I knew that I couldn’t go back home. Do you blame me?”
Chapter completed!