Chapter 051 Who will save the child?
"I'm going to work. You should do your homework at home. You are not allowed to go out and play until you finish it."
"Okay! Don't worry, Mom! I promise to complete the task!"
With the door slamming shut.
Zhang Zihang's straight back suddenly bent.
I thought I could finally have some fun during the summer vacation, but I didn't expect to be woken up by my mom at seven in the morning to do homework.
"It's just five pages. How difficult is that?"
He looked at the fifth grade summer homework in front of him and picked up the pen.
I wrote my name first and opened the first page.
"Write the following synonyms..."
He looked at the question below and yawned.
"A synonym for modest is probably humble?"
He quickly wrote down two words and suddenly became energetic.
I feel like peeing !
“…”
After coming back from the bathroom, Zhang Zihang looked at the big bed next to the desk, and then looked at the summer homework.
I chose to throw myself into the arms of the big bed.
He took a short nap to get enough rest before doing his homework.
Otherwise, the efficiency is slow and it is prone to errors.
In order to ensure accuracy, he must take a nap!
This is an act of force majeure!
Thinking of this, he hugged the pillow and closed his eyes.
When I was half asleep, I could vaguely hear the sound of someone reading a book.
"The rain on the streets is as soft as butter, the grass looks green from a distance but not green when you get close..."
"A straw raincoat, a straw hat, a small boat, a ten-foot-long silk line and an inch-long hook..."
"…The sun and the moon seem to be coming out of it; the stars seem to be shining from it…"
“…”
Zhang Zihang covered his ears in annoyance. The sound continued one after another without end.
It's like chanting a spell.
What’s even more terrifying is that the latter part of the poem actually appeared in his mind.
He actually started reciting ancient poems!
My mind is becoming clearer and clearer ...
How can anyone sleep after this!!!
Zhang Zihang turned over and sat up, wanting to curse.
By the way, let’s see which bastard starts studying so early in the morning.
Don’t you know it’s summer vacation?!
Can I still have a good sleep?!
As soon as he sat up, he suddenly reacted.
its not right!
His parents went out to work and he was the only one at home.
So……
Who is reading?
"What good poems! What good poems! These are all rare and wonderful poems!"
The voice appeared again, praising repeatedly.
Zhang Zihang looked over and saw a man wearing a hat...
A man dressed in a blue shirt and dressed like a scholar stood in front of the desk.
He held his Chinese textbook in his hand, shaking his head, reading with great interest.
Zhang Zihang was so scared that he leaned against the wall behind him with his eyes wide open.
"Who are you? Why are you taking my Chinese textbook?"
After hearing this, the scholar turned around.
Putting down the Chinese textbook, he bowed to him and said, "I am sorry for being rude."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared into the room.
“…”
"Ghost, it's a ghost!"
Zhang Zihang's lips trembled as he crawled out of the bedroom.
“Ghost aaaaaaa——”
Trembling, he locked the bedroom door from the outside.
Then I called my mother on the landline.
"Mom! Mom! There's a ghost in the house! Come and save me!"
"What the hell? I think you are a lazy person! Even if there is a ghost, you must finish your homework!"
The person on the other end of the phone shouted something and hung up.
Listening to the beeping sound on the phone, Zhang Zihang felt that retribution had come.
He always tells his mother about the consequences of not doing his homework.
He was sitting on the ground with a stick in his hand.
He stared at the bedroom door in horror.
My heart is pounding.
Why, why do dead people still need to study?
Who will save the child!
…
As the Ghost Festival gets closer, many people begin to see ghosts.
When someone gets up in the middle of the night and passes by the mirror.
But then I noticed something flashing inside.
I looked again, but there was nothing.
I still see myself in the mirror as handsome as ever.
"I read it wrong?"
Zhou Wu remembered the method mentioned on the Internet to test whether there are ghosts in the house.
Ready to give it a try.
He stood in front of the mirror and rubbed his hands nervously.
Then start playing rock-paper-scissors in front of the mirror.
He did it three times in a row.
Every time it is the cloth that comes out.
And what appears in the mirror is also cloth.
Seeing this, Zhou Wu breathed a sigh of relief.
Just about to go to the toilet.
But I found that the figure in the mirror suddenly shook.
immediately.
The cloth inside slowly turned into a pair of scissors.
"!!!"
Zhou Wu’s eyes widened.
Look at your own cloth, and then look at the scissors you have drawn in the mirror.
Suddenly his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
…
Some people are posting in the forum for finding their ancestors.
He said that he saw a celestial fox when he was enjoying the breeze on the balcony at night.
Because he has been busy lately, he went to the balcony to get some fresh air and smoke a cigarette.
I was lamenting about life and thinking about three major philosophical questions.
Look up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle.
I was a little depressed at first .
At this glance, all my worries were thrown behind me.
I saw a sedan chair in the air moving forward in the moonlight.
The one carrying the sedan chair was actually a fox with pointy ears and a big fluffy tail? !
Four foxes stood, each holding a corner of the sedan chair and jumping in the air.
Every time he jumped, he flew a long distance.
The evening breeze blew and the curtains fluttered.
A slender figure could be vaguely seen sitting in the sedan chair.
When he came to his senses and wanted to take a picture.
The fox had carried the sedan chair away and disappeared in the clouds.
…
There are many such posts in the Ancestor Search Forum.
What is it like walking alone on a deserted road, but hearing someone talking next to you?
Another example is when you wake up, you find that your shoes are not in the same place as before.
Some people even said that they dreamed of the Five-Finger Girl at night, who transformed into a human form and spent the night with him.
She also said that she would come to accompany him in the future.
There were instantly more than a dozen replies to the post.
"May you be blessed, brother! (Bow)"
"Holy crap, is this true? Please introduce me to someone else!"
"Brother, you need some Shenbao pills."
Except for these posts.
Many people are also discussing how our ancestors celebrated the Ghost Festival.
Will you wear flowery clothes and a big coat and walk without recognizing any relatives?
Think about that scene...
I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
…
Amidst various discussions and speculations among netizens.
Finally, the Ghost Festival arrived.
There is still an hour until twelve o'clock in the morning.
A large number of viewers who were so excited that they couldn't sleep poured into the live broadcast room.
One by one, they were either lying, lying down, or sitting...
In the dark night, holding the mobile phone in both hands, adrenaline rises sharply.
It is impossible to sleep .
You don’t have to go shopping on the street, but you definitely can’t miss the anchor’s live broadcast room!
"The small stools are ready. If you want to get some melon seeds, gather here!"
"I came here to see how the underworld celebrates festivals."
"To be honest, I came to see if our ancestors would wear flowery clothes and walk down the street (dog head)"
"The master painter is in place, ready to start painting at any time!"
"White Rabbit Milk gave the anchor a plane as a reward!"
"My heart is soaring, I'm giving a reward to the anchor..."
Under the expectant gaze of the fans.
Half an hour before midnight, the live broadcast started.
What appeared on the screen were rows of neatly aligned ghost officials.
…
