As people from all walks of life are preparing to make a move, the end of the month is approaching.

The No. 3 Middle School organized a spring outing for the first and second grade students. Those who did not want to participate could not go as long as they got a signature from their parents. Normally, in this case, Yu Lanchuan would sign in advance and let Liu Zhongqi decide whether to submit it or not.

"Brother," Liu Zhongqi held the milk cup and chased Yu Lanchuan and asked, "Registration is closed today, won't you sign it for me?"

Yu Lanchuan, who was arranging his tie, paused and said nonchalantly: "I suggest you go. The spring outing for your sophomore year of high school is almost your last group activity in middle school. You won't have the chance to go there again next year."

Liu Zhongqi: "No, I just think it's a bit strange. Brother, do you want me to stay outside for two days on purpose?"

Yu Lanchuan glanced out of the dressing mirror and glanced at Liu Zhongqi.

"Oh, am I overthinking it... I always feel that the atmosphere in our hospital is weird lately," the high school student, who was deaf to what was going on outside the window, scratched his hair and said half to himself, "Maybe it's Yang

Because grandpa is sick, no one organizes the morning exercise team. It is sparse every day. I feel that the courtyard is no longer lively. There is no one next door... Yes, has the big liar gone out? I didn't bring the key to knock on the door last time.

No one is opening it.”

Yu Lanchuan's eyelids drooped: "In two days I will replace the electronic lock with a fingerprint."

Liu Zhongqi was a little surprised. When they moved here, Yu Lanchuan looked like he didn't plan to live there permanently. The furniture in the house was all from the past, and the few pieces he added were almost all Internet celebrity rental artifacts.

"If there is anything else that needs to be changed, make a list for me. When you go on summer vacation, I will tidy up this house." Yu Lanchuan picked up his bag and prepared to go to work as usual. When he walked to the door, his steps suddenly stopped.

After a while, he asked Liu Zhongqi, "Do you still want to learn swordsmanship?"

Liu Zhongqi's eyes lit up: "I think so!"

Yu Lanchuan looked at him with a strange look for a moment and asked him: "What's the use of learning the sword? There will be no sword for you in the future."

Old man Yu Huaide asked him the same question back then.

The young man Yu Lanchuan replied seriously: "If I don't have a sword, I can use a stick instead. If I don't have a stick, I can also use my fists. If I practice my sword well, no matter what happens outside in the future, I will no longer feel powerless."

After hearing this, the old man Yu Huaide smiled and told him: "How can such a good thing happen, kid?"

Liu Zhongqi was stunned, and murmured very seriously: "I just...want to learn it, why should it be useful? What's the use of trigonometric functions and cloze, don't you still have to take the test back and forth? If you learn the sword by yourself, in the future

Listening to martial arts stories is more exciting...is this a reason?"

Even if you read all the books, you may not be able to live a good life.

It's impossible to practice unparalleled magical skills, it's impossible to amass a fortune to become a monk, and it's impossible to hold on to power and position.

"Forget it, this is quite useful," Yu Lanchuan waved to him, "I will go to work after you finish the college entrance examination next year."

Last winter, the martial arts conference was held as a group blind date. Everyone who came to participate happily said "join in the fun" and brought their own peanuts and melon seeds and mineral water to watch the grandson of leader Lao Yu. Someone made a special trip several days in advance.

Came from out of town, a week before and after, there was an endless stream of guests at Gang Leader Yang's house.

Who would have known that in less than a year, Yan Ning had just recovered from the desolation, and the flowers had just bloomed in the spring, but the personnel and affairs had already changed drastically several times.

This time, there was no sound in Baiyi's small courtyard. On the last day of the month, people seemed to have emerged from the ground, occupying the place without anyone noticing. For Yu Lanchuan, almost all of them came out of surprise.

There are not many young faces.

Yang Qing, the old gang leader, stepped into the hall without the dog beating stick in his hand. He was sitting in a wheelchair and was pushed in by Zhang Meizhen.

Yu Lanchuan went over to say hello, and Lao Yang tried his best to peel away the increasingly obvious age spots, raised his heavy eyelids, and smiled tiredly at him.

Yan Hao sent him a WeChat message: "We are in the last row."

As soon as Yu Lanchuan turned around, Yan Hao waved to him and sat quietly next to him, wearing a baseball cap. She probably had just come out of the palace for the second time. She had lost a lot of weight, her face was not dewy anymore, and she looked like she had grown longer.

She was several years older. Yu Lanchuan was really worried about the girl's mental state, so he rolled up his shirt sleeves and sat quietly on the other side.

"The people behind Sister Meizhen are all members of the Xingjiao Gang," Han Dongsheng, who came over, explained in a low voice, "Sister Meizhen and Wang Jiusheng are not actually called 'gang leader', but 'Beiduo Leader', because the Xingjiao Gang

In addition to our area, there are also those in the south and west. It is basically a state of separation. It is similar to distant relatives who have appeared in the "Fifth Server". They each take care of their own business and do not interfere with each other. This time there is probably something going on.

Something big has to be announced, and I'm here to bear witness. Three of the four elders of the Beggar Clan are currently detained at the police station, and I don't know the ones here today - I heard they all retired a long time ago."

Han Dongsheng took a quick look and said, "...There were family members who died in the fire. I don't know where Lao Yang dug them out."

Quietly, her fists clenched.

At this time, Zhang Meizhen bent down and said something to Lao Yang. She walked to the simple stage, picked up the microphone and pointed it at the speaker. The whole audience buzzed, interrupting people's whispers.

"It's me, the former footman for Beidong, Zhang Meizhen." Zhang Meizhen glanced around the audience, her bright lips showing a little smile line, "I haven't seen some old friends for many years, I didn't expect to bring you all together.

A chance to be together.”

Before she could finish her opening remarks, someone from the bottom said angrily: "We didn't expect you to have the nerve to stand here and talk - Zhang Meizhen, back then you put the gang on the fire for a wild man, how much harm did you do?

Brothers of the Xingjiao Gang? You just walked away and didn't care about our life or death. You are a piece of shit, Beidong Leader. Isn't the Xingjiao Gang just a tool for you to flaunt your worth? What, now you are the one who has lost your temper.

You can't stand up to a man so shamelessly, or is Yang Qing dying, making you, an old bastard, think of us again?"

After he finished speaking, "chuckling" laughter came from everywhere, conveying an indescribable sense of lewd affection.

This kind of laughter seems to be a piece of "BGM" that will never go out of style. Whenever a woman stands in front of the public, as long as she is not a saint in white or a simple old mother, such a piece can be inserted.

"Who signed the alliance leader's order? Mr. Xiao Yu? You gathered so many people just to let us listen to the hens crow?"

"Zhang Meizhen, if you put on red lips again, your teeth will fall out. If you still know how to be shameless, you should go back and cover up your old face."

"Master Xiao Yu, come out and say something."

"Master Xiao Yu, you are still young, so you cannot get into the habit of sniffing old women's farts, haha..."

The following words became increasingly unbearable, and Yan Hao and Han Dongsheng turned to Yu Lanchuan.

Yu Lanchuan didn't even raise his eyelids: "Sit down, it's okay."

Han Dongsheng: "Master Xiao Yu, I still have a few friends, let them..."

"Didn't you hear it?" Yu Lanchuan took out his cell phone and sent Yu Yan a WeChat message, "Wang Jiusheng has returned to China."

Yan Hao looked at Zhang Meizhen in the stands. She was over seventy years old, and her lipstick could no longer cover the corners of her drooping mouth. The pink and white stuck in the wrinkles were highlighted by the light, like a broken flower that had fallen into a withered stem: "

But...they, they went too far."

After Yu Lanchuan sent the WeChat message, his eyes wandered around the edge of the venue. Someone exchanged glances with him. Yu Lanchuan nodded slightly to the person and thought absently: Is Gan Qing here? Where is she hiding?

He casually said to Yan Hao: "Zhang Meizhen has never seen anything, and she still cares about such a small scene?"

"Ha," Zhang Meizhen laughed, "I heard that you all wanted to bury your heads in the sand a few days ago. Why, the backers are back and you are confident again? Wang Jiusheng, you have been honest even once in your life.

If you show up and say something, I will treat you as a human being."

"Are you worthy enough to talk to our Lord Beiduo?"

Zhang Meizhen: "Your owner of Beiduo keeps his dog without neutering, poops all over the floor, bleeds all day long and fucks the table legs, and all he can see is broken shoes - passers-by can call the police to check his dog certificate, right?

Comrade police?"

Han Dongsheng suddenly turned his head to look at Yu Lanchuan.

"Look what I'm doing, this event has been approved," Yu Lanchuan put away his phone, "otherwise I won't sign the alliance leadership order for you."

Han Dongsheng: "..."

The venue suddenly became silent.

"I'm calling you all today to tell you a few things. Since some people accuse me of helping my 'brothers' live and die regardless of what I do, I have something to say. The evidence is conclusive that those who were imprisoned back then were involved in kidnapping and indirectly causing death.

They have to comply with the laws of the country, how do you want me to control them? Should I rob the prison, or bribe the public prosecutor for them?"

These words were too sensitive. As soon as she said the words "comrade police", many people became nervous and suspected that Zhang Meizhen had evil intentions and wanted to use the words to frame them. No one answered for a while.

"Has Wang Jiusheng taken care of the people I don't care about? They have been released for thirty-six years. Are those who were involved in this matter still alive today? Come forward and tell us."

A voice came out from the corner: "No."

Everyone turned their heads and saw a thin man standing up. He had greasy hair and gray temples. He was wearing an ill-fitting coat that was stained with engine oil. He was standing in the middle of the crowd. He swallowed awkwardly and cringingly.

Spitting, he stood up slowly.

"I...my name is Ruan Xiaoshan. Thirty-six years ago, I was...sentenced to seven years for this matter."

Immediately afterwards, three or four more people stood up silently, both men and women, all with the kind of frowning eyes unique to prisoners, standing in a row, hands tied, as if there were handcuffs on their wrists - Zhang Meizhen

He and Yang Qing actually found the victim and the perpetrator together!

Quietly, he shook violently and was about to stand up, but Yu Lanchuan and Yan Hao forced him back to his seat with one hand each.

At the same time, someone in the corner quietly took out his mobile phone, quickly edited a message and sent it. After a while, the mobile phone receipt showed that the message failed to be sent.
Chapter completed!