"Such coincidence?" Yu Lanchuan looked at her suspiciously and asked, "You won't believe it, do you?"

If it is really this IQ, no wonder I failed to get into the third high school.

"Of course not, what are you thinking?" Gan Qing waved his hand, "It's natural for not believing it - a group of inexplicable people came over and told you that the master you raised would kill your parents... It's all messy, and TV series in the 1990s were not written like this. The first reaction of normal people is to check which of these people are."

Yu Lanchuan asked, "Which route, have you found it?"

Gan Qing spread his hands: "No, outsiders, they disappeared as soon as they turned around."

If you want to find out what is wrong, time and money are basic props, and it is indispensable. It is best to have some tricks. If someone intends to make a trap, where can a half-grown girl in middle school go to check?

Yu Lanchuan's eyes sank and said, "But Yanning has three religions and all kinds of things, it is not difficult to find out what is written in the leader's order."

The leader order was issued by Lao Yu, and it was absolutely true. Because the eighteen lives of the flour mill were closed, and Wei Xiao was clearly in Yan Ning and had to take the blame with a default attitude, it was inevitable that people would be talking about "Wan Muchun betrayed his faith and reappeared in the world to do old things."

Gan Qing smiled bitterly: "It's not just 'easy to inquire'."

In fact, Wei Xiao does not like to offend people's temper. He gets along well with others in private and is a rare quiet person. In fact, except for Yang Ping and his group of people who are too forced, Wei Xiao has never made enemies with others.

However, the most popular thing about rumors is not the real troublemaker, but is often the quiet person.

Gan Qing said, "When Lao Yu's leader was in his later years, he became less and less fond of meddling nostalgic business. The leader's orders were rarely made, and Wei Xiao was particularly conspicuous. I heard a lot of rumors that I didn't know the truth or the false. But I couldn't doubt my master. I didn't want to believe it emotionally, so of course I had to look for those rumors and convince myself to have a firm idea."

Yu Lanchuan: "Human feelings."

"I collected old newspapers and confirmed the time of the flour mill explosion - this is not difficult. After all, it is a big event, and there are news reports in the local area. Then, as long as it is proved that the old man was not present at all." Gan Qing said this, and suddenly laughed, "I thought at that time, if I could find evidence, I would send these things to the old leader without revealing our address, so that he would 'smear' the leader's order."

She had an orderly plan in her heart, and felt that she was smart and skillful, and could protect Wei Xiao, who knew that cooking was useless. In her imagination, she should push the door into the house in an innocent posture and said to Wei Xiao casually: "By the way, I have settled the matter of the leader order for you, don't worry. If you were bullied, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Then, under Wei Xiao's shock, he went back to the room to do his homework, and he was as light as he could.

However, according to historical data, people who still fantasize about this kind of scene should focus on fantasy, because once they take action, they are likely to get into trouble.

"The old man doesn't like to change jobs and move, and has worked in that small and broken hotel for many years. They have attendance records at work, so I just need to get that. So while the old man was going to work for a second job, I sneaked into the hotel management office and got their attendance records."

"Senior Wei Xiao that day..."

Gan Qing raised his eyes gently: "I've been taking leave when changing shifts."

This is quite terrifying. Yanning has developed transportation and can travel around the neighboring province for a day. He can go around without anyone noticing. His family thought he had gone to work, so he might not have noticed it.

"But I calmed down quickly - the killer made money was not exactly like the wind blowing. Although I had never done it, I heard Wei Xiao talk about the master's affairs. Because Wan Muchun was alone and had no disciples, he had to be extra cautious before acting. If he was not careful, he would have to smash the sign. Find out who the target was, what personality and what habits were, at least for a month." Gan Qing said, "I checked his attendance before and after that day, it was basically normal. He could not be a cook and suddenly landed in a place where he was unfamiliar with killing people, leaving Wan Muchun's mark. Then the question came back. Since it wasn't his doing, why did he take the blame? What did he take the blame that day? Who else could leave such a delicate knife edge besides him?"

Yu Lanchuan: "You think of Wei Huan?"

"There is no other explanation except him." Gan Qing said, "Uncle Meng liked to drink a few sips of wine when he was young. He was average in alcohol. He didn't drink too much. I stroked him a few times and got drunk and got stuck several times. He probably conspired to find out the causes and consequences of Wei Huan being expelled from the sect - Wei Huan didn't want to practice a knife in vain, so he decided to "retro" and carry forward the tradition of the sect. Uncle Meng said he had gone the wrong way."

"I went home while Wei Xiao was at work and flipped through his stuff. I found a newspaper clipping book. When I opened it, I posted colorful recipe pictures. I took a look at it and wanted to put it aside, but suddenly I felt something was wrong. The old man was stingy and cherished things the most. I occasionally bought a book and would have to wrap a book cover when I came to read it. I never did this kind of thing like cutting pictures from books. So I took it back and looked carefully. I found that there were words under the pictures, and the content had nothing to do with the recipe."

"What did you remember?"

"The diary is all related to Wei Huan. The old man has been following him - Wei Huan killed someone at a certain time and place, speculating how he did it, but he couldn't catch him... Oh, yes, I also wrote the anonymous remittance of 50,000 yuan," Gan Qing said this, as if to pretend to be relaxed. She gasped, made a fuss with a reluctant smile, and turned to the kitchen and shouted, "Boss, is your side freshly ground? We are not that little bourgeois, so you can eat instant ones! Come on."

Yu Lanchuan: "In other words, Wei Huan murdered your father, and remittance money to you to pay school choice fees..."

It is recorded in a book.

"Yes, can you imagine it?" Gan Qing frowned his raised eyebrows in a little exaggerated way and spread his hands at him, "You old man Wei Xiao can really save money. He squeezed toothpaste to the end and put rubber band on the shampoo, and used it for half a month to use it with shampoo. A book has been used for more than 20 years, and it won't be finished if he doesn't write it to the last page."

Yu Lanchuan always felt that Gan Qing had a very strong wandering temperament. At this age, she was so angry that she was so angry that she could still vaguely see her rebelliousness that she was so rebellious. It can be seen that she was in a state of rebellion in the second phase of the second phase of the rebellion, which was like a random bomb - from menopause, rebelling out of the sect, chasing the murderer, surrendering... Nothing was like a normal person with a calm mind. His liking to her does not mean that he agrees with this value of doing everything.

Until then, Yu Lanchuan found that he had nothing to say.

Can't she see that the people at the beginning did it on purpose? Can't she see that someone is secretly provoking it?

She saw it.

But I can see that at this point, what can she do?

"Isn't it okay to go to work?" Gan Qing smiled at him. "Boss Meng's bunch of spiritual chicken soup is used to flip through when there are no guests. Two days ago, I saw an article that said the 'Festinger' rule, saying that 10% of life is composed of things that happen to you, and the other 90% is determined by your reaction to this matter. It makes sense. I am a person who has not controlled 90%. After living for half of his life, he does things that hurt the relatives and the enemy is happy."

Yu Lanchuan: "Nonsense, which document does this kind of local chicken taste quote? It is 90%... Social science experts use their feet to count when they drink too much?"

Gan Qing lay on the table and smiled: "Mr. Xiao Yu, can you chat anymore? The local chicken soup of metaphysics and pseudoscience are the two cornerstones of our mortal spiritual world. Don't always dig our foundation with fairy spirit, be fine!"

At this time, there was a noise from the kitchen, and the boss nervously scolded the young man who always helped him out: "No need for you, it's hot, don't throw the bowl! Hurry up, get out of the way."

A fragrance overflowed from the kitchen, and their noodles and sesame cakes were finally ready.

"Try it, our sesame cake is a unique skill, the noodles are also a unique skill, and the soup base is very particular." The boss warmly greeted them with chopsticks, and the boy in the store also showed his head from the kitchen, smiling foolishly, and waiting for the guests to praise him with anticipation.

The two guests who had a free meal had to stop talking about the previous topic, picked up the tableware, completed the store's "good review task", and froze at the same time after taking a bite.

The noodles are very strong, and the soup is fine. The dishes are so savory. If they are not too salty, they are indeed a bowl of good noodles.

Gan Qing moved his tongue with difficulty, feeling that the cells on his tongue were so salty that they were dehydrated collectively. His tongue hung in his mouth and turned into a shriveled persimmon cake.

No wonder no one came.

The two of them passed the heat, looked at each other, and then looked at the old shop owner who was eagerly wiping his hands on the apron.

Gan Qing: "Okay... oh... eat!"

The boss looked at Yu Lanchuan again.

Gan Qing kicked him under the table, and Yu Lanchuan had to put down his chopsticks, reach out to touch the water cup, and drank half a cup in one sip, which was considered to have diluted the salt just now, and then he smacked: "It's the taste before."

The boss was happy and sat down happily: "Our family has hired a great chef before. This is the recipe left by others. The chef usually has to go to the hotel to take care of the spoon. He doesn't come every day, but every few days. When he is not around, he leaves the soup base for us to cook for the guests. The recipe was bought out and I can't eat anything else."

Gan Qing heard the story of an old friend who was unaware of meeting each other and couldn't help but smile: "You have the awareness of buying out intellectual property rights at that time. It's avant-garde enough, how much does it cost?"

"Twenty thousand." The boss stretched out two fingers at her, "It's almost ten years ago - it's not cheap anymore, right?"

Gan Qing agreed, thinking: I didn't expect the old man to have such extra money.

The boss said in a nagging manner: "It was said that there was a little girl who was in high school. Before, he didn't prepare the school fees in advance, so he caught the child in a broken high school. It can't be like this anymore in college. The tuition and living expenses have to be saved in advance, and it's safe to be prepared. What if I can't do well in the exam? I have to go to the third school, but the tuition fee for three schools is high, and 20,000 is not enough."

Gan Qing's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly tightened.

"Later one day, I suddenly quit my job and stopped coming," said the boss. "It's probably because the child is going to take the college entrance examination and has saved enough tuition. I don't know how it is now... You said that this old man cursed his child to get three books before he even took the exam."

The little girl who was disobedient to discipline was always unwilling to sit down and study hard. He was worried and didn't know what he could do, so he had to work two jobs, try to save her tuition fees, and prepare for the worst result.

But if you are not prepared, the worst will be worse.

She used her blood to paint her youthful years in a mess, and she was confused until her crazy inmate brought several textbooks to her with her soul, and then woke up from this nightmare.

They said that she still has a long life in the future, and she believed it as soon as she turned back, and wanted to try to turn her fate back on track with a bumpy and bumpy manner.

She knew she regretted it.

She really settled down to study at that time, fantasizing that one day she would go out and go back to the examination room, and went back to see the old man with the admission notice, and told him: "Master, I have been going on a detour for several years. Now I am back. Do you still want me? I don't count any rebellious matters about leaving the school, okay?"

"Gan Qing!" Yu Lanchuan looked at her in fear and stuffed noodles into her mouth unknowingly. In a few bites, she almost drank the bowl of salt-made noodle soup.

But how can there be so many ways to return?

I know that this world is as short as dew.

However,

However.(Note)

The author has something to say:

Note: "I know that this world is as short as dew.

However,

However.”——by Kobayashi Yicha
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