Ghost School

Chapter 28 Hitting the Child!

After running for 10 minutes, Zhang Xiaomeng was a little dumbfounded when he reached the door of his house, because he didn't have a key.

When Long Pang and Xuan Lingzi were arrested that day, Long Pang seemed to have taken the key away. As for whether it fell into the hands of the police, Zhang Xiaomeng didn't know, but what is certain is that the key was definitely not in his hands. inside.

"Fucking uncle, you fat bastard!"

Zhang Xiaomeng punched the door angrily, and then - the door opened!Zhang Xiaomeng plunged into the house, and found that the house had been cleaned, everything was neatly arranged, even the kitchen was cleaned like a brand new one.

Nima, brother is not dreaming, right?Zhang Xiaomeng pinched her thigh and realized that what she was seeing was not an illusion until she felt the real pain.

So, could it be that what Long Pang and the others saw that day was a hallucination?
Uh, it doesn't seem right either.

So what's going on?

"Why are you still standing there, change your clothes!"

A cheap poking sound sounded, Zhang Xiaomeng looked around and found that the sound came from his own room, he hurried in to have a look, the whole room was cleaned up neatly, only the room There was one more thing, and that was on his bedside. It was originally a star poster, but now it was replaced by a portrait of Confucius. The old pedant was lying comfortably on his bed, holding his goatee with his hands, comfortably Incredible.

"Old man, you actually came to my house!"

Zhang Xiaomeng was furious when he saw this old guy.

The old pedant pointed to every corner of the house and said: "If I don't come, your house won't be cleaned up for a few hours. You don't thank me and scold me. You don't know how to respect the old and love the young." Yes, have you thrown all the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation into the trash can? Don’t you know that you should respect the elderly? Do they have names?”

Zhang Xiaomeng had black lines on his forehead, but seeing the clean house really helped him a lot, this was probably the first time he had a good impression of the old pedant since he met the old pedant.

"Well, I admit that you have done something that I am satisfied with."

While talking, Zhang Xiaomeng opened the clothes box, changed a set of clothes, then folded Su Bingbing's suit and put it under the pillow. He was going to wash it and save it, and return it to others later, or simply Buy a new set.

After changing her clothes, Zhang Xiaomeng took a drink from the refrigerator and a novel, lying on the bed and pretending to read the book.

The old pedant "nuggled" beside Zhang Xiaomeng, and stared at Zhang Xiaomeng's novel with his dead fish eyes.

Zhang Xiaomeng squinted at the old scholar: "Can you stop lying next to me in such an ambiguous position? If you like to watch, then I'll show you."

Zhang Xiaomeng slapped the book on the pillow, and the pages immediately made a 'squeaky' sound and turned automatically.

Zhang Xiaomeng hurriedly patted the book, and said in a low voice: "Did you die? Let my father see it, and thought he saw a ghost."

The old pedant said without realizing it: "I was originally a ghost!"

Zhang Xiaomeng got angry again: "Get out! Let me tell you, you can let me do things for you, but you must not interfere with my life!"

The old pedant said indifferently: "Okay, then I'll turn those rubbish back. Anyway, I don't interfere with your life, and my students will interfere with your life."

Zhang Xiaomeng immediately lowered her expensive head like an eggplant beaten by frost: "Okay, but you can't let my parents see you?"

The old pedant shrugged his shoulders: "Except for you, or other psychics, there are not many people who can see me."

Zhang Xiaomeng thought for a long time before acquiescing to this fact in his heart, and incidentally tolerated the existence of the old scholar.

Taking another sip of the drink, Zhang Xiaomeng thought something was wrong, and asked casually: "Hasn't the drinks in the refrigerator been ruined by your scoundrels? Where did this come from?"

The old pedant got a toothpick out of nowhere and put it in his mouth, he said casually, "Isn't there a small box under your bed?"

Speaking of this small box, Zhang Xiaomeng's eyes immediately turned into glass balls, turned over and jumped off the bed, stretched out his hand to buckle under the bed, found a small iron box, opened it, and there was nothing left inside. A poor nickel!
"Your second uncle!"

Zhang Xiaomeng went completely crazy, but that was the 150 yuan pocket money he had saved from living frugally, only five cents left!
The old pedant knew that something was wrong when he saw Zhang Xiaomeng's madness, and before Zhang Xiaomeng lost his temper, he jumped into the portrait of Confucius on the wall and disappeared.

Zhang Xiaomeng was completely mad: "Old bastard, see if I don't beat you to death!"

Zhang Xiaomeng wanted to smash the portrait of Confucius at this moment, and jumped up on the bed with teeth and claws.

"You son of a bitch, who are you going to kill?"

Zhang Dashan's voice sounded coldly behind Zhang Xiaomeng, and Zhang Xiaomeng was startled. He quickly turned his head and looked at Zhang Dashan with a smirk: "Dad, when did you come back? Why didn't you call in advance?" Telephone?"

Zhang Dashan grabbed Zhang Xiaomeng by the neck and pulled him off the bed: "How many times have I called you, and when did you answer it? Tell me, where have you been fooling around these days?"

Zhang Xiaomeng immediately surrendered: "No, I didn't go anywhere, I just stayed at Long Pang's house for a few days, Dad, I didn't do anything, if you don't believe me, ask Long Pang."

Zhang Dashan's eyes were as wide as light bulbs: "The police called me for nothing? What the hell did you do? Tell me, if you don't tell the truth, I won't beat you to death!"

Zhang Xiaomeng cried and said: "Dad, I really didn't do anything!"

Zhang Dashan glanced around, picked up the feather duster on the table and slapped Zhang Xiaomeng's thigh: "Don't say it, right? Say it or not?"

Zhang Xiaomeng yelled in pain, feeling that she was suffering and couldn't tell: "I, really, didn't do anything!"

Zhang Dashan has no culture, but he is absolutely decent. To educate Zhang Xiaomeng, that is one word - fight!

A strict father produces a filial son, so it's right to smoke.

"You didn't do anything. What did the police want you for?"

"Ah, I really didn't do anything!"

"Not telling the truth!"

"Ah, to be honest, I didn't do anything!"

The crackling sounds and grinning cries of pain became a familiar symphony. The neighbors upstairs and downstairs have long been used to this situation. Uncles and aunts who came back from shopping, uncles and aunts passed by, all of them poked their heads Entering the house, some even greeted each other aloud, and Zhang Dashan would reply from time to time.

"Dashan is back?"

"Well, I'm back."

"Hit the child?"

"Well, it's on!"

"Come here for a drink after the fight!"

"it is good!"

I'll go, Zhang Xiaomeng's teeth itch with hatred, what do you mean by beating a child?What do you mean come over for a drink after a fight?You collective second uncle!
The fighting here is in full swing, but a fat man and a policeman walk in outside the door, the fat man is Long Fei, and the policeman is Tie Xiong!

As soon as the two of them entered the room, they saw Zhang Xiaomeng lying on the ground pitifully, full of tears. Zhang Dashan waved a feather duster and whipped it hard, as if he was not his own child!
(End of this chapter)