Ji Qing wanted to change Zhou Xiujin to a good primary school at first, but after thinking about it carefully, if Zhou Xiujin went to the new environment at once, he might not be able to adapt. junior high school.
If he wants to accompany Zhou Xiujin to school, he will definitely spend a lot of time in this world, so Ji Qing needs a rhetoric so that the people in Wuyougu will not be suspicious.
Such things as rhetoric are not difficult for Ji Qing, who has deep experience, to talk about anything, for example, he found an inheritance, inheritance is an independent space, and he went to experience in inheritance.
Cultivation or something, just take a little time to practice in Heyue Pavilion, and with his talent and aptitude, his cultivation base will rise immediately.
But this kind of thing has to be told to the master to be effective. Now that the master is out to play, it is estimated that he will be able to come back next week.
Ji Qing can't remember what Shizun looks like. He only knows that Shizun treats him very well and takes care of him like a father. He was sent to Wuyou Valley when he was seven years old. Baishun, he was lazy and didn't want to practice, so the master took him to play around, he celebrated his birthday, and the master gave him all kinds of rare exercises and instruments, he had conflicts with others, and the master was unreasonably partial he. Ji Qing is not afraid of the sky and the earth, and the squeamish character of Jiao Li is completely spoiled by the master.
The person Ji Qing respected the most in his life was his master.
It's just that Ji Qing later entered the main god space and never saw the master again.
At that time, when he disappeared from the world, how sad and sad the Master would be? Ji Qing thought about it and suddenly felt lonely. He would never see his master again. Everyone in this fast-traversing world was just an illusion. The only real ones might be him and Zhou Xiujin.
If something is missed, he will miss it. He will never see his master again, and even the corpse of his master has nowhere to be found.
Ji Qing maintained a mourning mood and watched the cartoon all afternoon. "System, the cartoons in this world are pretty good."
The system that is previewing the junior high school textbook: "???"
"I'm adding a common topic for Zhou Xiujin." Ji Qingqing said boldly, "Children, don't you all like watching cartoons?"
system:"......"
But aren't you a boss?
"Hey, Zhou Xiujin's house doesn't seem to have a TV, so Zhou Xiujin hasn't watched cartoons, right?" Ji Qing suddenly thought of this question, his expression became very distressed, "I can't watch such beautiful cartoons, did he have a childhood? complete."
After Ji Qing sighed, he looked at the time and found that school was almost over, so he sat on the wind and grass and ran to pick up Zhou Xiujin's little friend home.
Zhou Xiujin almost didn't recognize Ji Qing when he saw Ji Qing's appearance. Ji Qing was not wearing his iconic little Taoist robe, but black overalls and short white sleeves.
"Qiang~ I changed my clothes, you won't recognize me anymore?" Ji Qing turned around Zhou Xiujin and made a face at Zhou Xiujin.
"It's very beautiful." Zhou Xiujin praised earnestly, Ji Qing's current dress is the most foreign child he has ever seen, and at first glance, it looks like a child soaking in a honey pot with a golden spoon.
Ji Qing held Zhou Xiujin's hand, and the two of them sat on the grass together. In order to prevent Zhou Xiujin from being too surprised to see Yan Hongyu's change when he returned home, Ji Qing decided to give Zhou Xiujin a vaccination first.
"Little brother, I went to see Aunt Yan today, and she has changed a lot." Ji Qing said, "more..."
Ji Qing couldn't find a suitable adjective for a while, and didn't know what euphemism to use to replace "brutal".
"It makes people feel more secure." Ji Qing said politely.
Zhou Xiujin couldn't understand what "making people feel safe" was until he walked into the hall.
Zhou Xiujin walked into the hall and saw Yan Hongyu and Old Man Zhang. He was stunned for a moment, then took a step back subconsciously, with a look of confusion on his face.
After Ji Qing and the system saw the situation in the hall, one person and one system couldn't help but wow, the scene was too spectacular.
Yan Hongyu was dragging a large sack full of men's clothing. Zhang Jiantong was lying on the ground covered with a mat, unable to move his hands and feet, unable to speak, and could only stare at Yan Hongyu with his eyes.
Yan Hongyu seemed to have had an argument with old man Zhang. She curled her lips and let out a sneer, then picked up the sack, walked to Zhang Jiantong, and faced Zhang Jiantong with the mouth of the sack, and all the clothes inside smashed onto Zhang Jiantong.
The old man Zhang rushed up tremblingly and wanted to stop Yan Hongyu, but he stopped and said, "Don't fall on Jiantong!"
Yan Hongyu just wanted to say something, when she raised her head and saw Zhou Xiujin's figure, a gentle smile appeared on her originally indifferent face, Yan Hongyu waved to Zhou Xiujin and said softly, "Xiujin, I got home so early today. ? Mom will cook for you later."
Ji Qing was wearing an invisibility cloak, so Yan Hongyu couldn't see Ji Qing. Ji Qing and Zhou Xiujin walked to the hall together, Yan Hongyu rubbed Zhou Xiujin's head and said softly, "Go upstairs to do your homework, darling."
Zhou Xiujin walked upstairs and crouched at the top of the stairs to eavesdrop. Ji Qing joined the team listening to the corner.
After Yan Hongyu saw Zhou Xiujin go upstairs, the tenderness in her eyes slowly disappeared. Yan Hongyu looked back at the old man Zhang. At the moment, the old man was bending over to pick up the clothes. The clothes like a mountain buried Zhang Jiantong completely, and the old man was afraid that Zhang Jiantong would be out of breath. Come, he immediately took off the clothes on Zhang Jiantong's face.
Zhang Jiantong's greedy face was exposed to the air. He was shaking with anger, and his mouth opened desperately, but he could only make a ahhhh sound.
After Zhang Jiantong was brought back from the hospital by Yan Hongyu, he could no longer speak. Old man Zhang thought that Zhang Jiantong had fallen into evil again, because Zhang Jiantong was also suddenly unable to speak the last time, so old man Zhang had no doubts.
Old Man Zhang looked up at his daughter-in-law, whose temperament had changed suddenly, and did not dare to scold him as before, so he could only persuade him in a good voice: "Hongyu, you can't burn it, Jiantong's clothes can't be burned, only dead people's clothes can be taken. Those who go to burn it, the living person will get worse after burning the clothes."
Yan Hongyu covered her belly with a hoot and frowned, "Dad, my stomach hurts when I see those clothes. Didn't Zhang Jiantong have cancer?" With a livid face, her mood suddenly became extremely happy.
"Cancer, it's just death." Yan Hongyu and Zhang Jian looked at each other, and she said calmly, "One foot has already stepped into the gate of hell."
The cursed death of Zhang Jiantong's lips trembled. He was buried in a pile of clothes, with only one head exposed. It seemed to have a comic effect, at least it could amuse Yan Hongyu's sense of comedy.
Yan Hongyu was afraid that she would laugh out loud, so she looked away and looked at old man Zhang again, "So those clothes are stained with death energy, and there is a new life in my belly, the baby is surrounded by so much death energy, it will definitely It's uncomfortable, you say yes, Dad."
The old man Zhang looked at Yan Hongyu's bulging belly. He was a superstitious old man and believed in these ghosts and ghosts. For example, Zhang Jiantong had cancer now. He thought that he had angered the Bodhisattva ten years ago, so he was punished.
The old man Zhang's tone weakened, and he whispered: "Then there is no need to burn it all, save a few clothes for Jiantong, let him wear it normally."
"No, I feel disgusted when I see his clothes." Yan Hongyu lowered her eyes and touched her stomach, "It's better to set the fire on fire, animals don't need to wear clothes, and Jiantong also wants to be with the animals. Learn more. Besides, doesn't that idiot from the next village only have one piece of clothing all year round?"
Yan Hongyu took a deep look at Zhang Jiantong, and then said with a smile: "Jiantong, you are already thirty, you can't even compare to beasts and idiots."
Zhang Jiantong's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He stared fiercely at Yan Hongyu. If his eyes could kill, Yan Hongyu might have died thousands of times.
"Dad, you look at his eyes, how scary, the child in my stomach is scared." Yan Hongyu looked down at Zhang Jiantong, and said slowly in a long tone.
The old man Zhang is very concerned about the child in Yan Hongyu's stomach, because Zhang Guoping is not married yet, and when Zhang Guoping gets married and has children, his old bones may have been buried in the ground. Although the three sisters of the Zhang family have all given birth to children, the children born by their daughters are not of their old Zhang family.
Zhang Jiantong is not far from death now, and he has no ability to impregnate a second woman. Therefore, the only hope for old man Zhang to hold his grandson is in Yan Hongyu's birth.
The old man Zhang hurriedly greeted Yan Hongyu and said, "If your stomach is uncomfortable, just go back to the house and lie down. Don't be too tired."
"But rice..." Yan Hongyu raised her eyes and looked at Old Man Zhang.
"I'll do it, I'll do it." Old man Zhang said warmly, "I'll make a good meal for you and let you make up for it." Old man Zhang has made a lot of money washing the bodies of dead people over the years. Savings, he still has 30,000 to 40,000 yuan.
Old man Zhang used to be lukewarm to Yan Hongyu because he felt that the fetus would flow as soon as he had a miscarriage. Anyway, if he could get pregnant again, he would not rush to pet a daughter-in-law that his son hated.
But now his son is dying. If he has a miscarriage, his grandson will be gone!
Zhang Jiantong has cancer, and the operation will cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. If it is not cured, it will be a bottomless pit. Moreover, Zhang Jiantong usually doesn't have a good face towards old man Zhang. Compared with such a son, his unborn grandson is much cuter.
"Dad, you can also help me burn those clothes." Yan Hongyu continued to demand.
Old Man Zhang gritted his teeth and nodded, "Okay."
Hearing this, Zhang Jiantong struggled suddenly, his limbs could not move, so Zhang Jiantong twisted his body desperately and shook his head to express his resistance.
Yan Hongyu gave Zhang Jiantong a mocking smile. She walked slowly by Zhang Jiantong's side, made a knife shape with her hands, and slid gently between her throats.
At the same moment, Zhang Jian remembered what happened in the hospital. The cold-eyed Yan Hongyu in the hospital overlapped with the face in front of him. Fear turned into electric currents running down Zhang Jiantong's back. He suddenly felt a deep sense of despair and powerlessness.
No... no... I don't want to die yet!
Zhang Jiantong looked at the old man Zhang with a look of help, pinning his hope of survival on the other side. He didn't want to die. He was only 30 years old. He didn't live enough. Although the tendons of his hands and feet were broken, the doctor said that he can still get better after resting a lot...
Zhang Jiantong opened his mouth and made a hoarse sound, calling desperately like a drake.
He watched helplessly as his father picked up all the clothes and put them back in the sack. The old man tightened the sack and looked over with his cloudy eyes. There were many complicated emotions in it. In the end, all the emotions faded away, leaving only a touch of determination.
The old man Zhang touched Zhang Jiantong with trembling hands like tree bark. He sighed, "Jiantong, during the last time, Dad will cook you something delicious." He stood up and dragged the sack to burn.
Zhang Jiantong was stunned for a moment. After he understood what the old man meant, fear choked his throat. He opened his mouth and let out a meaningless growl. The back of his head slammed against the mat, and he struggled frantically.
Can't!
You can't give up on me!
Ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !