surname teacher

Chapter 8 Zhao

In the middle of the night, the moon is not yet clear.

Zhao Xiaolan, who had just returned home from a night of socializing outside, was poking her head out of her garage and trying to get out.

His complexion is obviously not very good. Compared with the time when he went to Luoxia Mountain to ask Jin Heng for help two days ago, he seems to have sunken cheekbones these days.

After he took the legal route of the dead child in Qingjiangwan, he finally stopped making trouble, but the debilitating spirit in him seems to have not completely dissipated. The previous nightmare, listening to and sweating have not only become more serious recently Well, these past few nights, he can even clearly feel that there must be some monster hidden in his home that he can't see or catch.

He could hear the thing flying very close to him, sometimes in the mezzanine of the ceiling, sometimes inside the walls, now and then in the kitchen cabinet, maybe crawling around after a while into the toilet tank.

The empty house was full of horrible sounds made by their tentacles rubbing against the ground and walls. Zhao Xiaolan could hear the goosebumps on her arms, just like the cat that her mother raised when she was a child was jumping up and down. It feels exactly the same when going to the fleas.

But as long as he turned on all the lights in the room, these evil monsters hiding in the dark would disappear again. No matter how hard he tried to search for clues from the carpet or the cabinet, he could not find any monsters left behind. residual trace.

If this kind of abnormal thing happens to ordinary people, they will probably think that they are crazy. Fortunately, Zhao Xiaolan has a friend who can help a little, so he will not go to the city's second hospital to register for himself, but Before he was about to enter the house today, he followed the method Jin Heng taught him to light three purple sweet potato incense on the threshold of his house as usual.

The aroma from the burnt incense sticks that fell to the ground quietly permeated the air, and the troubles that surrounded him all day seemed to gradually dissipate with the aroma, making people's impetuous heart calm down.

Seeing this, Zhao Xiaolan knelt on the ground and kowtowed vigorously to the [-]th generation of his ancestors. At the same time, he also hurriedly took out the birthday bag and the meal for hundreds of sons and grandchildren that were specially packed today, and placed them full of red lines By the door of copper coins.

Of course, Jin Heng asked him to prepare these birthday bags and meals for hundreds of sons and grandchildren in advance. I heard that until now, in some rural areas of China, besides chicken, duck and fish, the most common tributes are these two kinds of tributes. food.

Looking back carefully, the reason for this special sacrificial culture is actually because the Chinese society a hundred years ago was composed of farming civilization, so in addition to the fish and meat that symbolized the abundance of blessings, the five grains after the harvest naturally became It is one of the special gifts for descendants to remember their ancestors.

"Old ancestor of our old Zhao family, you are the spirit in heaven, please protect and protect me... I, Zhao Xiaolan, have never messed with men and women in my life, and I have never done any dirty things, really. I have done something bad... Although I admit that I am a bit unlucky, my grandfather really did not expect to be so unlucky... But I also know that I have never liked my grandfather and father, so before Hearing that the surnamed teacher said that the two of them are unwilling to help me even after death, I am not particularly sad..."

"Anyway, it has been like this since I was a child. The brothers and sisters born to my little mother are better than me. My mother lost her life and gave birth to me as if she hadn't given birth. I have never been involved with their old Zhao family. A little bit of light, but then I thought about it and forget it, anyway, wouldn’t I be prosperous now without relying on them?”

"But in my heart, I still want to beg you. If you really help me escape this time, from now on, I will only kowtow to your ancestors every day to give you delicious food. During the New Year and holidays, you can eat rice with lobster, abalone and sea cucumber. I'll give you whatever you want... Besides, the three meals today are all for you. I hope this mess of mine can be resolved as soon as possible, and then you can bless my mother who died early, so that She can live more comfortably down here, stop talking to those people who treated her badly in the past, so that his son can feel a little more at ease when he can work hard at the top..."

Saying this, she folded her hands devoutly and bowed to the three incense sticks. The frowning Zhao Xiaolan sighed after finishing speaking, and placed the toothpicks, chopsticks, and wipes provided by the hotel at the door and divided them into three parts.

After he added some high-grade caviar to the three hundred sons and grandchildren's meals one by one, he kowtowed seven times. Although he looked like an unreliable dude, he was actually a simple and kind guy in his bones. Then he stood up weakly and entered. I left my house and prepared to go back upstairs to take a shower and sleep.

After he entered, the three purple sweet potato incense sticks at the door continued to burn for a while.

After about three or four minutes, two rows of very shallow footprints gradually appeared in the place where the white incense ash fell, but these two rows of footprints always seemed a little hesitant, as if they wanted to get close but didn't dare to get close.

But after a few seconds of stalemate, the purple sweet potato incense burning at the door was suddenly blown by a gust of evil wind, and the sparks were almost extinguished.

This anomaly caused a strange commotion in the air, and the two footprints that were hesitating at first did not dare to stay any longer, even scrambling and scrambling, they hurriedly prepared to run away.

It's a pity that their luck seems to be not very good today, because in the place where the last hundred sons and grandchildren's meal was placed, a string of footprints appeared without warning along the place where the purple sweet potato incense ash fell.

And as soon as the third set of footprints appeared, the owners of the first two footprints who were about to take some tribute and leave were immediately dumbfounded.

However, the one who appeared later was quite arrogant and directly blocked their way, and then gave these two guys who didn't look like elders a clear slap in the face and snorted coldly.

But Zhao Xiaolan, who was struggling to sleep in the room at the moment, didn't know all this, because the ancestors of the Zhao family who were still standing at the door busy helping him teach his father and grandfather a lesson didn't seem to intend to disturb him.

Then he grabbed the ears of these two bastards and twisted them a few times, and scolded these two wretches who couldn't even protect their own sons and grandchildren in front of them with a string of gibberish. The ancestor of the Zhao family briefly summed up his central idea, and after thinking about it, he repeated it impatiently in the standard common language of the world—Mandarin.

"You take care of your own affairs! You two don't care about me! I have been officially retired for thousands of years! Now I have to come out to take care of this kind of crap! If you say it, I will let those surnamed Qian! Wang! The ones surnamed Li laughed their teeth out! I will cover the kid surnamed Zhao in the future, and his life won’t bother you two. Hurry up and roll as far as you can, understand? !?ah?!"

Old Zhao Lao Lao Zhao: "..."

……

The first page of the book of hundreds of surnames that has been placed on Jin Heng's desk all year round did not reappear on the page with Zhao's surname until midnight on this day.

It's just that compared to the usual scene where there is only an old man with white eyebrows driving eight horses alone, the ancestors of the Zhao family who went out to do some errands and returned to the Wan family surname also brought back two extra and flying moths this time. It looks like a little evil spirit.

However, these two moths who had tormented Zhao Xiaolan enough before could only fly in panic in front of the big carriage drawn in the book, while the old ancestor of the Zhao family, who was waving a horsewhip and staring wide-eyed, chased after him desperately.

However, it was already this time, but Jin Heng, who still didn't lie down to rest, just gently picked up the vermilion pen on hand when he saw this, and then slowly marked the words like this next to the strange pair of moths and the old man in the carriage. a paragraph.

Nightmare Butterfly, Sui Ye, lives without dreams, but dies with dreams.

In Yang Chuan, a Zhao family lost his mother when he was young. After that, he had no dreams for many years, and his depression was unspeakable.

——"Surname Book? Zhao's Chapter"

Note:

*"Compilation of Surnames" contains: After the surname of Emperor Zhuanxu Bo Yiying, Yi thirteen generations went to Zaofu, who was good at unloading, and served as King Mu of Zhou Dynasty.

After writing the last word on the paper, the small vermilion characters that actually recorded this strange news also emitted a burst of golden light and completely merged with the scene of the Cepheus killing evil spirits next to him. I have been busy for several days before, and now I can finally Jin Heng, who had brought the two recent events to an end together, also put down his pen and gently closed the Wan family name in front of him.

It's just that he had just been free here, and the ear ancestor who had promised not to come back tonight came back sneakily.

And lying on the edge of the window, sneaking in carefully with a voyeuristic attitude, only to see Jin Heng sitting here alone after working late at night. The old ear in the picture first curled the mouth of the old cat in disappointment, and then shook its tail annoyingly after jumping in front of Jin Heng, saying,

"His uncle? Where's the person? Did he turn into a butterfly and fly away?"

Jin Heng: "..."

Originally in a bad mood today, his uncle was so run on by his ancestors that he didn't want to talk immediately. After all, it was the first time he met his future marriage partner at home, but because of the death, he gave the other party who had done nothing wrong to him. Getting rid of this fact is not in line with his usual way of dealing with people.

But sometimes it's the people who know their own family, so seeing him frowning and staring at the camellia on the corner of the table but never saying a word, the old ear also rolled his eyes and smiled slyly,

"Your reaction is not right, uncle? What did our aunt do wrong that makes you feel uncomfortable?"

"..."

The words were a bit too sharp, at least Jin Heng was obviously stunned when he heard it, and stared at the shrewd old cat in front of him, who was so shrewd that he almost didn't become a fairy, he was silent for a while, frowning as if he was thinking about how to explain After a while, Jin Heng replied impatiently after the ins and outs of this matter,

"No, it's my own problem."

"Oh? Then tell me what's wrong with you?"

"...I don't think he and I are suitable to live together."

"Bah, bah, bah! You can draw a conclusion after seeing it once?"

"It's useless to see more faces, I don't like him."

I was dumbfounded when I heard him answering so directly. In fact, the old ears rarely heard Jin Heng say that he didn't like a person. , They must have met many people of all kinds.

But obviously according to the previous situation, it seems that Jin Heng has always been able to treat everyone equally with the greatest patience for those who have a little kindness in their hearts. This is why he is willing to help Zhao Xiaolan and other ordinary people who are entangled and tortured by the painful past , but never asked for any remuneration and reasons for return.

But now, such a person who can almost be said to be a bit too good-natured suddenly expresses clearly that he really doesn't like a person, which makes the old ear feel that the world has really changed, and at the same time, he is also a little curious What kind of person is that man named Gentiana Qin?

But no matter what kind of person that Gentiana Qin is, his influence on Jin Heng is indeed obvious.

Thinking in this way, the old cat, who is always worried about the lifelong affairs of his children and grandchildren, was also moved in his heart. After patting Jin Heng's shoulder with his paw and leaving a plum blossom mark on his white shirt without shame, he It was rare to appear serious and open the mouth and said,

"Ah Heng, although I know that you may be unhappy when I say that, but I still say a lot, my ancestor, whether it's about people or things, sometimes you really can't see anything at first glance. Although this human heart is small, there are too many things hidden in it. You have to feel the good and the bad with your own heart. It is precisely because of this that it is special and difficult to understand... Besides, Do you really believe in how you feel right now?"

"If you find out in the future that you actually felt wrong today, will you regret that you have hurt the sincerity of others to you so rudely? A decent response? Of course, what I said is just a hypothesis without any factual basis, and that person may not be as rare as I said, but there is a good saying..."

——"If you want people to live up to you, you need to be sincere."

……

Old Ear, who had been outdoors for a day, went to sleep on his own after talking to him. Jin Heng sat in a corner of the dimly lit study room but didn't make any sound for a long time.

Because of the genetic disease and congenital disability that made him look different from ordinary people, in the past many years, he actually lived a life that could only be lived at night. Many things never want to have any expectations.

I don't look forward to the love that was exciting when I was young, and I don't look forward to a happy and beautiful marriage in adulthood, but people always say that they don't look forward to it. Seeing that others can live in the sun dignifiedly, while they themselves have to be deeply trapped in the sun. How could one not feel envious forever in this endless nightmare?

The branch of camellia at the corner of the table was still exuding a faint fragrance. This camellia had a very unique and similar name to that person's first impression.

Strong incense.

Thinking in this way, Jin Heng, with an inexplicably tired expression, moved his shoulders slowly, and then he seldom communicated with people by mobile phone, and sent two text messages that were rare in recent years.

And just when Jin Heng couldn't help but began to think about whether Qin Gentiana had been made to ignore him by his contradictory and unreasonable behavior today, the mobile phone in front of him suddenly lit up, and after he turned it on, , Jin Heng saw that the other end also answered him with a seemingly very light word.

【it is good. 】