Baxian Hotel

I looked up. It was three Mercedes-Benz S-Class cars. Although they were all luxurious cars, they didn't seem to be in tune with the two hours they had to walk along the mountain valley when they got off the highway. Just as I was scolding Hamborg for being vengeful and rich, Wang Baqi suddenly snorted coldly and rolled his eyes, not bothering to look at the cars.

I curiously looked at the people who were getting out of the cars. First, a chubby young man, who was about Wang Baqi's age, got out of the car, although he was not even thirty years old, his shiny hair and his stomach, which almost covered his belt, didn't seem to match up to his age. After getting off the car, the fat guy jogged all the way to the second car. With a smile on his face, he opened the car door and greeted a skinny old man in his fifties or sixties. As soon as the old man got off the car, the chubby boy quickly draped the coat over the old man's shoulders. He seemed to be afraid that the old man would catch a cold.

"Tsk tsk, look at how good this son of his is. You should also learn." I turned around and teased Wang Baqi.

Wang Baqi coldly snorted. "Bullshit! If he's so good to his father, then I really admire him. " Ever since he had returned to the village, this was the first time Wang Baqi called himself an old lady.

"What happened? Tell me, tell me. I've been addicted to listening to your stories lately. " Mao Babao had always watched the excitement of the show, but in the past few days, he had been too tired from pretending to be a senior official.

Wang Baqi looked at the four or five people who were getting off the carriage and walking into the courtyard of the village chief with large and small bags in hand. Then, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "That fatty is called Wang Wusi ~ ~"

"Wait a minute ~ ~" I stretched out my hand to stop him, "How did your village get its name?" Your name is 87, your father is 68, and this is also 5 or 4. Are all of you ranked randomly? "

Wang Baqi rolled his eyes, "This is a rule, do you understand? My grandfather is ranked sixth, and my father is eighth in his generation, so his name is Wang Liu. My father is the eighth, I am the seventh in my generation, so my name is Wang Baqi. It's a simple and straightforward answer. There's no need to repeat the name, is there a problem? "

His explanation made my stomach hurt, so I waved at him and said, "No ~ No problem ~ Live with your village, good at math." But then what if I call him by name when I go to school? A string of numbers? "

Wang Baqi arrogantly raised his chin, "All the teachers call us by our nickname, this name can only be used on identity cards and in the city."

"Then what's your nickname?" I was even more curious.

"Wang Youde. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing ~ ~ Continue Wang Wusi's story ~ ~ ~" I hurriedly used my actions of lighting up my cigarette to hide the smile that was almost appearing on my face.

This Wang Wusi was two years older than Wang Baqi, and could be considered to be his cousin. Different from Wang Baqi, this Wang Wusi had been a troublemaker and fart since he was young. If he got into trouble, he would submit, and once he did, he would report it to his parents and his teachers. Wang Baqi had suffered three beatings since he was young, and two of the beatings were because of Wang Wusi.

In the end, the village supported the farmers in their sidelines. Wang Baqi's father was quite bold, he took out the chicken farm at the entrance of the village and the five acres of barren hills at the back of the village. He gathered a few of his own brothers, carried the pickaxes and worked on the mountain for more than half a year, before he dug out an orchard and came out. Wang Baqi, on the other hand, followed his mother as she busily worked day and night on the chicken farm. Wang Baqi's family could be considered to have spurred the village into a frenzy of prosperity. The next year, they would pull the cart full of eggs and fruits, which made everyone's eyes burn with envy.

Some people were jealous, but also learned from their family members how to set up a sideline, while others were jealous and got sick of the red eye. They tried everything they could to try to do bad things behind their backs.

That day, it was supposed to be Wang Baqi's night watch. In the end, he had Wang Wusi, who returned during the summer break, drag him away for a drink, and Wang Wusi had brought a few people with him, making Wang Baqi extremely drunk.

The next day, Wang Baqi was woken up by the slap from his mother. When the veterinarian was invited to check that someone had poisoned the feed, there was no surveillance at that time and the police could not find out why. It had caused Wang Baqi's mother to become seriously ill. Fortunately, his father had managed to maintain his condition, so the whole family managed to survive by leaning against a small orchard.

Wang Baqi blamed himself and left the village to work. Until a few years later, during a very coincidental reunion with a fellow student, Wang Baqi found out the truth from the mouth of a drunk student: Wang Wusi received the money from the owner of a chicken farm in the neighboring village, designed to get Wang Baqi drunk, mixed the chicken feed with medicine, and poisoned the chicken in Wang Baqi's home. This was what Wang Wusi said himself after getting drunk, it was just that everyone was afraid of making a big fuss out of it, so they did not dare to tell Wang Baqi.

Wang Baqi knew that he had always wanted to take revenge, but at that time, Wang Wusi had already become an executive of a corporation, with many connections, he was much stronger than Wang Baqi. And Wang Baqi also refused to touch any alcohol, as a form of self-punishment.

After hearing this story, the few of us couldn't laugh anymore. No matter who we put up with it, it wouldn't be easy for them. Furthermore, seeing their enemies in front of them and having to worry about their parents, it was indeed not easy. I patted Wang Baqi's shoulder. Just as I wanted to comfort him, he heard an argument from the village chief's courtyard.

The old village chief who was over seventy years old threw a pile of things out of the door, shouted at his people to scram with a red face and thick neck. The ones who "scolded" him was the skinny old man and Wang Wusi's group.

Wang Wusi had an unlucky look on his face as he helped the skinny old man into the car. When he turned around, he just happened to see us, these "idlers" who happily squatted at the side of the plaza and basked in the sunlight. He straightened his collar and snorted coldly. Then, he got into the first car and directed the three cars to slowly drive out of the village.

"Tsk tsk, he still looks down on you even now. What, aren't you going to take revenge?" Hamborg cheerfully "urged" Wang Baqi.

Wang Baqi said with a serious face, "I think that it's not a good thing for this guy to come back."

"You are being blinded by hatred!" I threw the cigarette butt away, stood up and stretched. "Let's go, I bought the sheep from town yesterday, and it said that your old man stewed it tonight." "I can smell it!"

Hamborg also stood up: That's right, Mr Mao, don't hide that bottle and half empty. Fourth Boss has already given birth to sheep, why don't you contribute some wine?

The few of them talked as they walked back, wholeheartedly studying what to eat tonight, not taking Wang Wusi seriously.

However, it was on this night that something happened in the village.

Not long after I fell asleep, Wang Baqi woke me up. This guy had an anxious expression, "Fourth Boss, hurry up and help us, the village boy is in trouble."

I immediately got up. This child was in trouble, so putting him anywhere was not a small matter, not to mention that this village was in a ravine, and it was the end of the year. Something happened to the child, causing the entire village to be in a state of unrest.

As I dressed, I asked, "What's going on?"

Wang Baqi's voice became teary, "A few half-grown kids went out to play, they haven't come back even though it was dark. At the beginning, his family tried to find him, but later on, they all helped him. In the end, the child was found again, but it seems like he was possessed. " I hastily put on my clothes, called Mao Babao and Hamborg, and we arrived at the Village Chief's house.

At this moment, the courtyard of the Village Head's house was filled with people, and one could hear the wails of the women within the house through the crowd. Wang Baqi quickly parted the crowd and brought the three of us into the elder's living room.

I knew all three of the children who were lying in the living room, and I had been climbing the mountain behind our butts for the past few days. The oldest one was eleven or twelve years old, the grandson of the village chief, the youngest was seven years old, and the son of Big Sister Wang Baqi. His name was Dou Bao and he had just returned from the New Year with his mother. The one lying at the edge of the bed was called Yu Ren, and he was also a famous mischievous brat in the village.

Little Rock and Little Piercer were still fine. Their breathing was very rough and their bodies were boiling hot. Their faces were green and their little hands would occasionally clench into fists and their legs would be kicked. Through his eyelids, he could see that his eyeballs were rapidly rotating, as if he was having a nightmare. The blood vessels all over his body were bulging and his body was trembling nonstop. From time to time, a big bump would pop out from under his skin as if something was jumping around inside his body.

At this time, the mothers of the three children were already crying on the ground. The village chief was also smoking a cigarette by the side with a sigh. He didn't greet the three of us as he usually did. I turned to look at Mao Babao and he slowly nodded his head. I understood and pulled Wang Baqi over to the village chief's side, telling him to quickly vacate a room. We have a way to resolve this matter.