The Analects of Righteous Father’s Collapse

It was a bit cold, the river closed his eyes, and groping for a while, but the smoothness underneath, without the soft touch of pure cotton sheets, as for the thin quilt he was looking for, there was no trace.

Where did the quilt go? Was he kicked out of bed in the middle of the night?

The eyes of the torrent of rivers suddenly widened when they saw their situation.

He didn't sleep on the bed, but lying on the floor of the bedroom. At this time, the sun had already entered through the cracks in the curtains. The river blocked the sun with his hands and sat up fiercely.

At this time, the memory of last night has already appeared in his mind.

"咕噜-咕噜-"

The river swallowed a few mouthfuls of water. "Dreaming, it must be a dream, hahahaha-"

He stretched his hand and squeezed his cheek, then patted himself with a slap: "How big is it, nightmare in the middle of the night and running on the floor to sleep, hahahaha-"

His laughter is getting bigger and bigger, and it seems that he can heal his inner fear.

"hiss--"

I don't know if the amount of palm activity is too large. The tear wound at the tiger's mouth that has healed at night is once again broken. Looking at the laceration at the tiger's mouth, the river can no longer deceive himself.

So the sound of the ball I heard yesterday was true. It was also true that I saw a little girl who used her head as a racket last night.

"Fuck!"

Jiang Liu Chaotian compared to a middle finger, 001 in the end sent him to a world.

******

"Xiaojiang, I haven't seen you come to my noodle restaurant to eat noodles recently. I will let you add a few more pieces of beef to you later, don't lose your body."

The original noodle chef's incense stick shop is a beef noodle restaurant. It is also strange to say that the beef noodle restaurant business next to the incense stick shop selling the sorcerer is surprisingly hot. Everyone doesn't seem to think that there is such a martial arts shop next to the noodle restaurant. Looks awkward.

Jiangliu’s sleep was a bit long. It was already the hottest time in the afternoon. In the noodle restaurant, there were two or three guests. Jiangliu took a table and called the bowl of beef noodles.

Because there is no original memory for the sake of wearing a gang, these days he relies on takeaway to solve the problem of eating. Listening to the store owner’s so intimate tone, Jiang Liu realizes that the other party should be a person familiar with the original, which makes the river flow. Something nervous, but thinking about what happened to him last night, Jiang Liu felt that this might be an opportunity for him to understand the original and understand the world.

"Thank you, uncle."

Jiang Liu thought about what the other party had just said. He called the boss wife, and the boss should have no problem.

He had a sigh of relief on his face, and he laughed and laughed, and he did not speak again.

As an orphan who has just died from raising his father, his performance is normal. Even if the other person thinks that he is different from time to time, he will think of his situation at this moment and automatically help him to describe his changes.

"You, want to open, your dad is alive, and you don't want to see you so depressed."

Perhaps the business is not busy now, perhaps because the boss of this noodle restaurant really has deep feelings with the original father and son. He simply put down his business, sat on the edge of the river, patted his shoulder and calmed him.

"Right, what are you going to do with the business of this shop?"

Zhu Sandao pointed to the incense stick shop: "You are not particularly profitable in this shop. When your father is alive, there are extra-fast items. Now your dad is gone. It is not a matter of relying on the three melons. According to Uncle’s thoughts, the rent of our street is rising every year. The area of ​​your shop is not small. You can rent at least 300,000 yuan a year, which is exactly the amount you earn. You are still young, you don't have to spend it in this incense stick shop. With rent, you can do a lot of things."

Can say these words, it shows that Zhu Sandao really is to treat the original as a junior who loves him.

It’s just that the river is paying more attention to the details in his words.

Zhu Sandao seems to understand the income of this incense stick shop, and the extra input of his original father. Is it that the pen in the store receipts and bills has no source of income?

Jiang Liu’s eyes flashed, then lowered his eyes and whispered: “This is the last miss that my dad left for me. Anyway, I still want to run this shop well. As for my dad’s ability, I I also learned 7788, and I can earn extra points to increase the income in the store."

In fact, until now, Jiangliu still does not know what the original father is doing.

"You learned your father's skills?"

Zhu Sandao added a accent: "Your dad also handed over the skill of jumping the Great God!"

He knows that Jiang Kun, the father-in-law of the river, is a part-time priest who often picks up some tombs to catch ghosts. He often sees Jiang Kun wearing his yellow robe and holding some of his eating guys. The people left the incense stick shop, but in the eyes of Zhu Sandao, those are all deceptive tricks. As a friend, Zhu Sandao is not good to say Jiang Kun, but he never expected Jiang Kun to give this trick. Gave the river.

"You can't learn your dad."

Xiaojiang’s good-natured children, Zhu Sandao, do not want to see him not learning well, and he was arrested in prison for fraud.

"Jumping the gods!"

Jiang Liu’s heart jumped, and the original adoptive father actually had this ability.

Thinking of the little female ghost who made the heading ball last night, Jiangliu was very skeptical that the adoptive father of the original was a true Taoist priest.

"Hu Wei, people Kun Ge is a Taoist who has the true ability, and it will become a big **** in your mouth."

Zhu Sandao’s wife, a fat woman named Zhu Sanqi, came out from the kitchen behind her with a bowl of hot beef noodles. She placed her face in front of the river, and then took her husband with her thick big meat. The back.

"Xiao Jiang, you said that you learned your dad's cost is not true. Recently, I always feel that my neck is sour. Is it something dirty?"

Unlike the husband who does not believe in ghosts and gods, Zhu Sanyi, like most middle-aged women, is convinced of the gods and ghosts, and she always feels that Jiang Kun is a person with real skills.

Because one night, Zhu Sanyi finished finishing the kitchen of the noodle restaurant and was preparing to go home. When he saw Jiang Kun talking to a group of black shadows in the alley, Zhu Sanyi thought that Jiang Kun was drunk. I said that I was going to send people to the incense stick shop. I didn’t think that the next second she saw the small box in Jiang Kun’s hand floated up and left with the black shadow.

Going home that night, Zhu Sanyu had a nightmare of night. After she woke up, she did not happen anything, and she didn't even talk to her husband about it.

"Ha ha -"

Jiang Liu laughed twice and he had any skill.

"Hey, you have grown up in this craft, this beef tastes great!"

Jiangliu quickly lowered his head and caught a piece of beef, and transferred the topic at the right time.

"Like you, eat more, see you thin."

Zhu Sanqi really did not entangle the previous topic, watching Jiangliu like the beef she made, and smiled on the face.

******

From the noodle restaurant back to the incense stick shop, Jiangliu took out a key from the original room and walked into the room of the original foster father for the first time.

The layout of this room is simple, a bed, a table, a wooden wardrobe, plus a bedside table, and there are few places where things can be hidden.

After entering the door, Jiang Liu first worshipped the worship of the spirit on the table, and then took a fragrant incense.

Because I realized that the world is a ghostly world, the river did not dare to say that he occupied the original body and the like, fearing that the original father would become a ghost to find him.

After finishing the incense, Jiangliu began to look for things in the room, only when he turned all the places that could be turned over, and did not find anything of value.

Just as Jiang was disappointed to be ready to leave, he suddenly noticed that some of the planks under his feet were a little bit wrong and seemed to be loose.

He quickly crouched down and kneeled on the ground and smashed the loose planks. Sure enough, a box was hidden under the planks.

Jiangliu opened the wooden box, which contained a line of ancient books. The cover was written with Maoshan Charms. It looked like a piece of money on the street stall. In addition to this ancient book, there is a box of cinnabar. And a few yellow papers.

Some of them are already written, and the river does not understand what is written on it, and naturally does not know how it is used.

Only the existence of these things proved the correctness of some guesses in the heart of the river. He took a long breath and then took these things to his room.

******

A daytime, enough river flow to compare the effects of the already completed symbols.

Five characters, one soul symbol, one fixed character, and three palms, the spells on the full description of the effects of these symbols, let the river flow a little more to face the fear of coming after the night falls Confidence.

He didn't think about leaving this incense stick shop, and found another place to settle down. But since the world really has ghosts, maybe he fled to the ends of the earth, and he will encounter these terrible "dirty things".

In this case, it is better to face up bravely, at least to die, and to die decently.

This evening, Jiang Liuqiang did not dare to fall asleep. His left and right hands each held a symbol, and his eyes fixed on the doorway. He wanted to see if the little girl who took the ball would appear.

The time passed by, and soon, it was twelve o'clock at midnight. The most masculine moment of the day.

"Plopping - plopping -"

Too quiet, the river can only hear the sound of his heartbeat.

Is it that the little girl is not going to find him to play?

Just as the river thought so, he heard the sound of the old stairs being uploaded.

Someone is near!

"Last night, did you scare the new ghost?"

An old, echoing voice rang on the aisle.

"Niu Niu, Niu Niu."

The voice of the sweet girl, the eyelids of the river leaping wildly, he heard it, this is the voice of the little girl ghost last night.

"咕噜-"

The river quickly swallowed his mouth.

Mom, don't panic, hold on.

At this moment, he was completely powerless to think about what the ghosts in their mouth were. He only knew that the little devil had come with the old ghost, and he did not know that his little heart could not hold two ghosts.

"Are you taking your head as a ball in front of the new ghost? The new ghost has not adapted to his identity, you have to give him some time to practice."

"Niu Niu, Niu Niu knows courtesy, Niu Niu called uncle, please uncle uncle when he helped the uncle, and the uncle is too small, too small than the girl who is raised."

The dialogue is still going on, but the little girl is not convinced of the preaching of the old voice master.

Rely on, the river will not be afraid of this moment, he really wants to rush out to find the theoretical theory of the bear child, an ordinary person, see a rolling head is no problem, but the rolling head will laugh, It’s almost double the fear.

The bear child really owes a lesson, and the hand of the river is itching. I really want to use the head of the little girl as a racket.

"Yeah, my uncle is awake!"

Just as the river was thinking, the sweet female voice suddenly sounded from behind him, and a cold wind blew into his ear.

The river turned fiercely, and looked like a pair of red-red eyes.

Suddenly his head was smashed, his legs were soft, and his ambitions were gone. Jiang Liu felt that he could still squint and not faint as he did yesterday. It was already a great miracle created by a real man.