A few minutes later, there was a rustling sound outside the door of the dormitory, followed by a continuous knock on the door, followed by a concerned voice: "Ms. Li? What's the matter with you, is there anything wrong?"
Teacher Li heard the voice of his colleague Teacher Zhang outside. Teacher Zhang is a physical education teacher in the kindergarten. He loves sports and has well-developed biceps. Every time Teacher Li stands next to this muscular man, he feels quite safe.
"You... are you a human or a ghost?" Teacher Li shivered under the blanket, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and he asked in panic.
Teacher Zhang outside the door obviously didn't expect Teacher Li to ask such a question. After a long pause, he said, "You developed hemorrhoids half a month ago. I accompanied you to the pharmacy to buy the medicine, and your university When you were young, you had a crush on the school belle from the department next door, and on the day she got married, you drank eight-"
As if his ass was on fire, Mr. Li hurriedly jumped up from the bed and opened the door, welcoming the demon outside the house who mercilessly exposed his dark history into the house: "Okay, that's fine, I know you are not a ghost anymore, if you continue, I will talk to you tomorrow." Then you can pack up and resign."
Compared with being taken away by ghosts, Mr. Li is more afraid of getting hemorrhoids, and the embarrassing story of getting drunk after breaking up with a relationship, but drinking fake wine, and not getting drunk after drinking eight bottles, being known by the female colleagues upstairs and downstairs.
As soon as Mr. Li opened the door, he saw Mr. Zhang outside with a kitchen knife in his left hand and a stool in his right, as if he was about to fight, and he was shocked again.
Teacher Zhang saw that nothing happened to Teacher Li and there was no sign of coercion, so he said angrily: "What did you call it just now? I thought a thief had entered your house. I was afraid that something would happen to you, so I copied the guy and came here." ."
Teacher Li pointed to the lights that kept flickering, and his handsome face was full of thoughts: "I...my house is not clean, the lights keep flickering, and there are things hitting my window, I'm still looking at it on paper." It's the handprint of that thing!"
Teacher Zhang was speechless, and mercilessly dismantled Teacher Li: "...you watched ghost movies again in the middle of the night, right?"
Teacher Li argues: "This time it's really not my mind, it's really haunted."
Teacher Zhang sneered, walked into Teacher Li's bedroom, opened the window, pointed to the tree branch that grew to his window, and was blown by the wind and slapped the glass of his room from time to time and asked, "Is this the ghost you are talking about?"
Seeing this, Teacher Li breathed a sigh of relief, and said in an embarrassing tone, "...so it's a tree branch."
Teacher Zhang slapped him slappingly: "This lamp is like this, why don't you go and buy a light bulb, I'll change the light bulb for you."
Teacher Li: "This light bulb?"
"Poor contact." Teacher Zhang rolled his eyes, "You really think ghosts are so idle and have nothing to do to tease you, a poor ghost who wants nothing."
Teacher Li: "..." I was stabbed in the heart.
Perhaps because of being hurt by the word "poor ghost", Teacher Li was not afraid of walking the dark corridors for a while, and soon bought a high-wattage light bulb designated by Teacher Zhang from the small shop downstairs.
Mr. Zhang was a good person, and stepped on the folding stool he brought to replace Mr. Li with a light bulb. This bulb has a high wattage and illuminates the room as bright as day without any shadows.
Teacher Li was about to thank Teacher Zhang, when she saw Teacher Zhang mockingly, picked up the "blood handprint" scattered on the ground, sneered and slapped the copied newspaper in Teacher Li's arms: "A handwritten newspaper will kill you!" You are so frightened, you are too imaginary."
After Mr. Zhang finished his good deed, he started to taunt, and left without taking a piece of cloud, ah, no, he took the folding stool and kitchen knife he brought with him and left.
Teacher Li lowered his head to check the handwritten newspaper that the other party had photographed in his arms.
I saw that there was no blood flowing on it, but just a handprint pressed with red paint, which was placed upright before drying, causing the paint to flow again, so that it looked like a fresh blood handprint.
Teacher Li felt very embarrassed: "..."
The current parents are really serious, can't they use red to press their fingerprints and change a few more colors?
The kid surnamed Zhang will definitely publicize this matter to the whole kindergarten tomorrow!
His first name!
Teacher Li turned on the phone with great grief, clicked into the "Freshman Parents Group", and sent a group announcement with a very high EQ:
Parents, please pay attention, the parent-child homework in the future should focus on creating a warm atmosphere, and the colors can be bolder and brighter.
As soon as the announcement was released, the creator of this handwritten newspaper, Xiao Guyu's parents, replied with a receipt.
The attitude is very calm, and there is no doubt that the handwritten newspaper that Mr. Li said is "not warm and colorful" is his own work.
After all, the main color of her family's handwritten newspaper is a beautiful bright red, how can it not be bright?
The prints are even the family's handprints, where is it not warm?
This is clearly a perfect fit for the topic!
The next day, Mr. Li came to the classroom with the excellent works he had selected, praised them one by one, and then pasted the excellent works on the display wall at the back of the classroom.
As for the picture of Xiaoguyu, Mr. Li still appreciates the creativity. He found Xiaoguyu in private and gave him a new handwritten newspaper, asking him to change the handprint into a more colorful color and submit it again. Then post it on the display wall.
Xiaoguyu was very happy that his parent-child homework could be displayed, and he didn't worry about changing the color of the palm print. He happily brought a white paper back home and talked about it.
But seeing her mother's face change, she muttered to herself: "Could it be that... the group announcement yesterday was about me?"
Xiao Guyu opened his round eyes in a daze: "?"
...
A few days later, Rong Xiao went to the street to buy some daily necessities. She walked around the town and finally bought all the things.
She had never been to the west side of the town before, and it was still a bit fresh, so she couldn't help but glance around, but just this one glance, she suddenly saw a bewildered looking man in a white shirt standing under a willow tree. weak soul.
This soul has already shown a faint phantom, if you don't look carefully, you can even completely ignore him in the scenery.
Rong Xiao could tell that this soul was so weak that he almost lost his mind, he just stood mechanically under the willow tree, repeating the actions he had done before from time to time.
Rong Xiao knows that he is the kind of soul with defects. They will forget most of the things in their lifetime, only remember a few, and keep repeating their only remaining memories, as if they want to use this to recall What.
But in fact, such remnant souls are no longer ghosts, they have lost the ability to think independently, basically they can only be regarded as a form of memory.
He stretched out his hand, stroked the rough branches of the willow tree, and sighed for something.
A few minutes later, it was all over again.
Rong Xiao had no interest in this kind of remnant soul, so he raised his foot and wanted to leave.
Unexpectedly, at the moment of leaving, the remnant soul didn't know if he sensed something, and actually did other things besides repeating actions.
This made Rong Xiao feel somewhat shocked.
The remnant soul suddenly raised its head, looked in the direction where Rong Xiao was, and then walked towards Rong Xiao step by step.
This remnant soul was dressed in a white shirt, dressed as a scholar, with a somewhat romantic face, presumably he was a decent person before his death.
Rong Xiao looked the remnant soul up and down, a little curious about what the other party could do, so he simply stood and waited for him to come.
The remnant soul walked towards her step by step, every step, the soul shook violently like the moon in the water being stirred up, as if it would dissipate at any time.
Finally, the soul walked in front of Rong Xiao.
His expression was still dazed, and there was no sign of recovering his memory.
"Stay, stay." Remnant Soul said hoarsely.
He lowered his head, his eyes fell on the wooden piggy sculpture on Rong Xiao's waist, he didn't know why he said such words.
Rong Xiao didn't expect this remnant soul to be able to speak, and wondered: "Is there something wrong?"
The remnant soul didn't answer again, and stood there sluggishly.
Rong Xiao asked again, but the remnant soul still didn't respond. Rong Xiao thought that the "staying step" just now was part of the remnant soul's repeated memory, and left.
A few days later, Rong Xiao went shopping in the shop by the river again, and bumped into this remnant soul again, he was still mechanically standing by the river and stroking the branches, when he saw Rong Xiao, his brilliance regained for a moment, and he walked away. Come forward and call her "stay."
Rong Xiao just thought it was the same as last time, so he took a deep breath, not wanting to argue with a remnant soul, so he raised his leg and was about to leave.
However, when Rong Xiao turned around, she suddenly heard the remnant soul speak, and said the second sentence, the voice was still as hoarse as a torn silk: "A Yuan..."
He shouted at the wooden piggy hanging on Rong Xiao's waist.
Although the sound was hoarse, Rong Xiao heard it clearly, she hurriedly turned her head, took off the wooden carving on her waist and held it up to the remnant soul: "Do you know Wen Yuan?"
"A Yuan." The remnant soul called out again, and there seemed to be a faint luster in the originally inorganic eyes.
Rong Xiao saw that his appearance did not seem to be fake, and guessed that this remnant soul had some connection with Wen Yuan, maybe it was an old lover from thousands of years ago, so he simply said: "If you want to see Ah Yuan, follow me."
But he stood motionless.
Rong Xiao had no choice but to take out the wooden carving and waved it in front of the remnant soul: "Do you want it? I'll give it to you as soon as I follow."
The remnant soul really moved, clumsily following Rong Xiao like a puppet.
Rong Xiao turned her head to look at the remnant soul several times, only to see that his body was already turbulent, but still trying to keep up. She was a little afraid that the remnant soul would completely dissipate before reaching home, so she could only cast a blow on him. The ghost power is added to the remnant soul.
In this way, the remnant soul became more stable.
Rong Xiao took the remnant soul all the way to the courtyard of his home, and hurriedly shouted: "Wen Yuan, come out quickly, there is your courier."
The remnant soul didn't understand what express delivery meant, and stood in the courtyard in a daze waiting.
However, a few minutes later, it was not Wen Yuan who came out, but Yan Ji.
Yan Ji, who was very enterprising, walked out of the living room and said, "She went to the mountains to find suitable wood for carving. What kind of courier did she get? Was it a test sample sent by the manufacturer?"
Rong Xiao took a step back so that Yan Ji could see the remnant soul behind him clearly: "Here, this express delivery."
Yan Zhuangyuan Qingjun showed a confused look on his face: "...?"
Rong Xiao spread his hands and explained: "I met Wen Yuan on the road, and I seem to know Wen Yuan, so I brought him back."
She thought for a while, and then said: "Since you have nothing to do now, you might as well stabilize his soul body with me, or he will disappear before Wen Yuan comes back."
Yan Ji digested the amount of information that Rong Xiao brought, and then followed Rong Xiao to seal and inject his own ghost power into the remnant soul.
A few minutes later, the second ghost sweated on his forehead and ended the act of instilling ghost power.
Just after taking a breath, Rong Xiao saw Wen Yuan who was walking towards the courtyard carrying many pieces of wood not far away.
"Come and see, do you know this ghost?" Rong Xiao hurriedly greeted after spending a lot of effort to stabilize the remnant soul.
And the remnant soul who had been sluggish all this time looked behind him as if he had sensed something.
In an instant, everything was silent, and the sound of insects and wind stopped.
A very familiar face caught Wen Yuan's eyes unexpectedly. When she saw this dull face, the vivid image of him teasing her with a smirk at the corner of her mouth automatically appeared in her mind.
"Zhou...Zhou..." Wen Yuan's voice trembled, and the meridians on her neck swelled. She wanted to call out the other party's name, but she couldn't make a sound because she was too excited.
Just like the day she learned of Zhou Qingxian's death.