Gan Fan's understanding of money is that labor is wealth, so when the young master of the Gan family pushed an old bicycle and came to the street alone to start struggling, he suddenly understood why Qin Yi shook his head with a wry smile before he left. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fortunately, he also tied up this teammate desperately, Gan Fan sighed at the crowd of people coming and going on the street, and then glanced at Qin Yi, who was looking down and only caring about his mobile phone, and grinned.

"Shouting twice?"

"What do you shout, peaches, pineapples, apples?"

Qin Yi didn't raise his head, he really couldn't imagine what was in the head of this eldest young master of the Gan family, he actually went to the fruit stall to buy a few catties of fruit and then sold it for the second time, a ruined move, and insisted that this was called self-reliance, Qin Yi couldn't bear to glance at the bicycle full of bananas and pineapples, and the tires were flattened, and sighed.

"What can I do if I don't shout, there's no money here."

"Why don't you have any money, didn't the Internet café give sponsorship?"

Speaking of this question, Qin Yi is really a little strange, since he is a sponsor, he will naturally give a team enough financial support, but according to Gan Fan, it seems that the money given by the Internet café is not very much, and he has not even given enough money for a month's training room rental.

Qin Yi looked at Gan Fan, unconsciously lit a soft blue cigarette of eighteen yuan, hungry and cold, this question has not been answered, he looked at Gan Fan's pocket again, in his impression, this young man just likes to do some strange things, driving a water ghost luxury car to the Internet café, sending money to the fruit stall, and the surface is poor but stuffed with a pocket of Shanhai Longmen.

"It's gone."

Gan Fan opened the two pockets, and some messy threads and papers fell, Qin Yi helplessly threw him a yellow crane tower, and said, "Let's go home and eat it ourselves, these fruits don't know if they fit the appetite of that Wang Ba." ”

Qin Yi was thinking about the old turtle's tricky appetite, but Gan Fan's pride didn't allow him to go back like this, and took a bite of the juice-filled apple, he brewed for a long time, and finally didn't have the courage to shout the sentence 'fruit or' to the crowded street.

Anyway, no one wanted it, the two simply sat in front of the stall and nibbled on the fruit, Gan Fan pondered for a long time, and still said some questions about sponsorship.

"There are a lot of sponsorship fees given by the Zaiqi Internet Cafe, but Ji Shuihe's rental fee is even more expensive, and there are daily expenses, so the money is insufficient, and the most important thing is that I said when I negotiated the contract with the Zaiqi Internet Cafe, this team has no connection with their Internet café except for the name Zaiqi, even Hua Shaofeng and Xiao Wei's little girl are all in love."

After taking a big bite of the orange, Gan Fan's mouth was full of fresh vitamin C color, Qin Yi was thoughtful, and the object of attention was not a sponsor, but Xiao Wei.

"That little girl?"

"Ahem..."

Gan Fan's face flushed slightly, and at this moment, there was a violent coughing sound from the vicinity of their short-lived stall.

Qin Yi and Gan Fan looked at the source of the coughing sound in unison, and their faces were stunned for a moment.

There are many vendors on both sides of the street, it turns out that there is a stall selling clay people not far from their fruit stall, and I don't know when it was set up, an old man is smoking a dry tobacco bag, it is estimated that he is choking, at this time he is constantly coughing, and his face is unhealthy blue and black, and there are two young people behind the old man, a delicate girl, although his face is full of dirt, but it is difficult to hide the beauty.

What is incomprehensible is that this girl is actually sleeping, her petite body is wrapped in a quilt, lying behind the old man and falling asleep slightly, and a burly man is holding a towel, and every few seconds, he puts it on the girl's forehead, his face is full of pity.

The first time he saw this big man, Qin Yi inexplicably came up with a word called 'chest broken boulder' in his heart.

"Don't fall into the mountains?"

Qin Yi muttered in a low voice, but the old man who was about ten meters away from him was suddenly shocked, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, at a certain moment Qin Yi actually felt a suffocation, and the next moment, the old man cast a glance in the direction where Qin Yi was, very flat, without any emotional fluctuations, until he saw the black-haired young man clearly, a trace of excitement appeared on his vicissitudes of life.

"Noble..."

Such a title made Qin Yi's head full of black lines, he had never seen a noble person sitting on the street like a beggar eating fruit, with a mentally handicapped person by his side, smoking a cigarette that was not too eye-catching.

Seeing Qin Yi, the old man was very excited, he walked over quickly, and said nothing to Qin Yi and Gan Fan, and as soon as he hugged his fists, he was about to kneel on the ground.

"What are you going to do, no money, don't fall!"

It seemed that he was scared, Gan Fan jumped up as soon as he was excited, and then found that his reaction was not quite right, so he immediately rushed to the ground of the old man of Qingxu, and let Qin lean on his ear to play and sing, but he couldn't get up.

"The two nobles misunderstood, the old man is cheeky, and this time he still came to ask for a favor."

"How?"

Qin Yi had something wrong with his heart, he raised his eyebrows slightly, gnawed his cigarette butt and narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a wonderful conversation between the old man and the villain, Qin Yi showed a kind smile.

The girl from Buluo Mountain was sick, the high fever did not go away for a few days, and the old man had no money, so he had no choice but to set up a stall, this time he saw Qin Yi and Gan Fan in all difficulties, and naturally he still wanted to ask for help, and I don't know if he forgot his current identity and status, Gan Fan was arrogant, and with a wave of his hand, he pushed a bicycle full of fruit and took the little girl to the hospital.

Another time to draw a knife to help, the old man Qingxu was grateful, that big man had a strange name, called Yeshan'er, taking advantage of the sunset, he was also grateful to Gan Fan and Qin Yi Dai De couldn't wait to throw himself to the ground, but unfortunately on the way back to the Jishuihe training room, these two teenagers were silent with their heads down, compared to the spring-filled Qingxu and Hehe smirking Yeshan'er, they were like eating an old Wang Ba.

"How can you tell that little girl in your family that she saved a little girl on the way, and by the way, she loved the house and Wu, and brought your father-in-law back to live for a few days?"

Qin Yi beat Gan Fan's fun, the latter was silent with a black face, Qin Yi was not talking anymore, he glanced at the black and oppressive sky, and inexplicably had a peculiar premonition, it seems that from today onwards, the Ji Shuihe training room is destined to live in a group of triangular and ninth-rate talents.

The quiet night isolates all the hustle and bustle, the true meaning of life is to be still, and the hustle and bustle are just a misguided passage in the years.

For the arrival of the old man Qingxu, Da Niu did not have any intention of rejection at all, and even contributed a lot of treasured snacks, after calling Ye Shan'er, who was as burly as himself, a brother, directly pulled Gan Fan to PK, Hua Shaofeng was a lot of anger, and Ye Shan'er hit it off at first sight, but Xiao Wei glanced at Gan Fan suspiciously, and the terrible sixth sense of this beautiful woman suddenly made Qin Yi feel an inexplicable chill.

This late night is destined to be sleepless, Qin Yi did not play games, but teased the old man, the old man Qingxu was with him, this seems to be a common strange hobby, and this old man is very strange, while looking at the turtle, suddenly as if playing a trick, from the pocket full of patches out of a mud villain.

In the faint moonlight, Qin Yi looked at this lively little clay figure and lost his mind slightly.

The mud is lifeless, it is a dead thing that has been trampled on, but the clay figure in the hands of the old man seems to have come to life, his eyes are vicissitudes, and he has a young face, as if he has life, Qin Yi recognized it, the appearance of this clay figure is himself.