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Qiemo's biggest hobby in this life is looking at good-looking people. Every morning I was woken up by a rooster, and after my argument with Sanjin, I ran to the alley to buy sesame seed cakes, and by the way I took a look at everything that looked pleasing to the eye. This is her compulsory course, taught by Sanjin - looking at people is the right thing, and looking at good-looking people is the most important thing among all things. Sanjin is her father and her master. The father and daughter have lived in this alley for nineteen years, and their tacit understanding is like a person split in half. Sanjin glanced at him, and Qimo could follow his eyes to find the person with problems; Sanjin tapped the edge of the bowl with his finger, and Qimo knew that there was something wrong with that person. Neighbors say the father and daughter are evil - just when you were about to lie, they had already closed the case. Until there was an extra noodle shop at the entrance of the alley. That man sat in the corner every day, lowered his head to eat noodles every day, and glanced in her direction every day. Qie Mo originally wanted to endure it, but the man was really tall - too tall, with shoulders and back as straight as a pine tree, and the lines on his profile were as if they were carved with a knife. She couldn't help it, walked over and sat across from him: "Why do you always look at me?" The man was silent for a while: "There are sesame seeds." Qi Mo stretched out his hand to wipe his face. Really. Later she discovered that this man looked at her in a wrong way. It's not a disgusting look, it's like looking at her and waiting for her. And every time he appeared, he was always near her. Not far, not too close, just standing there. Sanjin's reaction was even more wrong. Every time I lift him, Sanjin's hand pauses. "Old man, do you know him?" "I don't know." "Then what are you doing?" "Sore hands." Qi Mo didn't believe it. She began to investigate on her own. After checking, I found out that this man was named Gu Changye, and he almost starved to death on the street nineteen years ago. A woman gave him a bowl of noodles, and he still remembers it. That woman is her mother. After searching, I found that what Sanjin sat at the door every day was not watching the sunset, but people - those "people from the north", those who had waited nineteen years to finally come. After checking, he found that it was not her that Gu Changye was looking at. It's the longevity lock around her neck. Exactly the same as him. He said he came to repay the favor. But Qimo thought to himself: Do you need to stare at the girl every day to repay your kindness? Sanjin said: Don't worry about him, he doesn't look annoying anyway. Qie Mo thought for a while: I really don't hate it. Pretty good looking. Jianghu is coming. Machiavellianism is coming. Grudges are coming. Qiemo stood at the entrance of the alley, with Sanjin on the left and Gu Changye on the right. The wind blew over, carrying the scent of sesame cakes. She turned to Gu Changye and asked, "Can you cook noodles?" "No." "Then what will you do?" "Can eat." Qiemo looked at Sanjin and said, "Old man, you hired a freeloader." Sanjin took a puff of cigarette: "You did it." Qi Mo was stunned for a moment, then smiled. Laughing heartlessly. No matter what the world is, what plots he has, or what he has done over the past nineteen years. Anyway, when eating noodles, I have an extra pair of chopsticks. Anyway, when that person is standing, he looks like a tree, which is quite nice. Intention: Sanjin looks at people's hearts, Qimo looks at good-looking people, and Gu Changye looks at that bowl of noodles. Look at it, look at it for the rest of your life