On the Harmonious Life of Ghost Gong

Facing Mr. Song's strange behavior, He Yizhi didn't ask any questions. Seeing the young man carrying a lot of things and continuing to move forward, he couldn't help but move closer.

"You have too many things, let me move them for you. I still have more than 30 minutes before class."

"Is it possible?" The young man was a little surprised, but he also considered that he had a lot of things, so he murmured, "Thank you very much, my name is Song Songbai, and I am the son of Teacher Song."

"Well, hello Brother Song, are you delivering it to the school gate?" He Yizhi's heart moved slightly, thinking that it was indeed the case.

"Yes, it shouldn't take too long. What about you, what's your name?"

While the two were talking, the music teacher next to him bypassed He Yizhi and began to wander around his son repeatedly, chattering about something, but found that his son could not hear anything.

He Yizhi was silent beside him, it was difficult to describe his mood, so he could only convey it to Song Songbai in a disguised form.

After walking outside the teaching building, the green plants outside are lush and sunny, and the music teacher can only stop in the dark corridor exit and cannot go out.

He Yizhi cast a glance at the music teacher, hoping to reassure him.

"It may be a bit presumptuous. I think Mr. Song must hope that you can live a good life, or is there anything I can help you with?"

While speaking, He Yizhi glanced at the wound on Song Songbai's wrist.

Song Songbai shrank a little, and after a while it seemed that he was under too much pressure, so he slowly talked to He Yizhi.

Song Songbai worked as a low-level civil servant in the city, and the music teacher had been diagnosed with breast cancer in the middle stage more than a month ago, so he asked for a leave of absence from the school. The news was tantamount to a disaster.

He Yizhi once heard that some cancer patients lived well during their lifetime, but after being diagnosed with the disease, they died early due to excessive psychological pressure.

In this way, Song Songbai's pressure can be imagined, and when he thinks of the wound on his wrist, He Yizhi finally understands why the music teacher came to him.

Although civil servants look pretty good, Song Songbai's salary is meager, and the medical expenses are still a drop in the bucket. In addition, the family bought a house a few years ago with little savings, and still owes a lot of mortgages, and the medical expenses are even a huge mountain.

Teacher Song's husband is over 50, and his legs and feet are inconvenient as he gets older, so it is naturally difficult to share the pressure.

Right now, Song Songbai has put Teacher Song's belongings on the battery car, and his eyes are a little red.

"I'm really sorry, I just told you so many things for no reason, maybe it's a bit abrupt... Is there anyone around you who wants to buy a house?"

"..." He Yi was taken aback.

Seeing the other party's surprised expression, Song Songbai smiled wryly, "I'm really confused, you're still a student... But it's okay, I dare not say these words to my dad and colleagues, thank you so much, I should go .”

"Leave a call, and I'll let you know if anyone wants a house."

"Thank you, thank you very much." Song Songbai's eyes showed gratitude, "Actually, my house is pretty good, but because my mother passed away, the relatives around feel that it's dirty... I can't help but I don't force it. If it weren't for you to enlighten me, maybe I would really do something... Thank you."

The last two words Song Songbai spoke with sincerity, he lowered his head and touched his injured wrist, maybe he had talked about it, but after all his complexion improved a bit.

He Yizhi couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, but he felt relieved when he saw that the other party didn't seem to be in as bad a mood as before.

After getting the contact information, He Yizhi watched the other party get on the battery car, and his back gradually disappeared from sight.

He Yizhi felt a little relaxed, but also a little heavy.

The happy thing is that I may have helped a young man who was on the verge of collapse; the heavy thing is that he is really powerless, and the situation in the other party's family is not something that he, a student, can help.

When we returned to the teaching building, the music teacher stood there expectantly.

He Yizhi comforted: "Mr. Song, your son told me many things. He said that he would work hard and live hard."

The music teacher froze in place, and suddenly shed more tears, and nodded.

Then her body became transparent little by little, until it disappeared, He Yizhi seemed to hear the gentle and familiar voice of the teacher in his ears.

"I've always been afraid that Xiaobai would do stupid things. He's introverted, and he likes to put all kinds of pressure in his heart. I'm even afraid that he won't be able to bear it and commit suicide... Today is my first seven days, I have to go, Xiao He , you are a good boy."

He Yizhi couldn't hear the scattered voices behind him, but he was a little surprised——

It turns out that today is Teacher Song's first seven days. If I keep ignoring Teacher Song, then...

He Yizhi didn't dare to think about the follow-up development, but just watched the teacher's figure turn into fragments of light, like a starry sky at night.

The music teacher smiled slightly, his face was still as gentle as before, until the light spots dimmed and disappeared.

"Dinglingling——" the prepared bell rang, and He Yizhi came back to his senses.

He Yizhi quickly turned around and ran towards the classroom, but behind him, the teacher Song, who had turned into nothingness, peeled off a small hazy ball of light, which followed He Yi like a group of fireflies behind him.

Until the ball of light melted into his back, He Yizhi felt his body warm up, and he seemed to have a little more strength, and his steps were faster.

He Yizhi thought while running, strange, why didn't he see those ghosts in the corridor today?

Ever since he had a conflict with Wang Rui yesterday and met the female ghost, He Yizhi often saw wandering spirits wandering in the corridors, classrooms, or near the playground.

At first He Yizhi was terrified, he could only hang around Zhou Changmo and tremble, but now he couldn't see any of them, he simply became more courageous and returned to his seat early.

"Where have you been?" Zhou Changmo raised his head and saw He Yizhi sitting beside him.

For some unknown reason, Zhou Changmo squinted his eyes, and his eyes scanned He Yizhi up and down repeatedly, as if he saw something.

"I didn't go anywhere." He Yizhi's face was frank, he was very happy to think that he had helped someone, but when he thought of the situation in Song Songbai's house, he felt a little heavy.

But he did what he could, and left the rest to fate.

Speaking of which, he missed Dong Meili's lively appearance even more, and He Yizhi suddenly realized that death was very close to him, so close that he thought it was better to care more about the people around him.

Zhou Changmo always felt that something happened to He Yizhi, but if the other party didn't tell him, he could only keep silent.

Because today is Friday, basically as soon as school is over, many people hurriedly packed their things and prepared to go home.

The school is a semi-boarding system. Although He Yizhi is at school from Friday to Friday, he must go home on Saturday and Sunday, not to mention that his home is only about three hours away from school.

"Master Zhou, we will meet tomorrow Saturday afternoon, and don't forget to send me the address of Dong Meimei Hospital."

He Yizhi waved his hand, and when he said this, he was a little bit heartbroken, after all, his male god fell in love with Dong Meimei, he...

Not only was He Yizhi heartbroken, Zhou Changmo's expression was also bad when he heard the words 'Dong Meimei', and in the end he just lowered his eyes and let out a "huh".

Now it's the setting sun, and the backlight by the window casts a glow on Zhou Changmo's body. The man's complexion is extremely white and greasy, like a jade that is so clear that it can shine, with red lips and teeth, and long eyebrows like ink. It made people feel confused.

He Yizhi tightened the strap of his schoolbag. In the past, he could be amazed by Zhou Changmo's beauty for a long time.

Now, he turned his head silently, turned and left the classroom without hesitation.

He Yizhi felt that Miss Dong was a very good girl, and Zhou Changmo was also a very good person, and it was immoral for him to be squeezed in the middle with a gay guy.

Thinking of this, He Yizhi felt that he should keep a little distance from the male god, and left the school gate feeling empty in his heart.

Then he got on the bus.

He opened the post he had posted, which said 'I am a man, how can I meet a male god, Crab', hesitated for a while, and wanted to delete it.

'The landlord, please continue to update, you won't be having sex with the male god, will you? '

'Hehe, the host can't make it up anymore, you have the ability to write stories and you have the ability to update! '

A group of messages were chattering for several floors, but He Yizhi didn't have the heart to delete them, thinking about keeping them as memories.

Soon the bus stopped, and He Yizhi stuffed his phone back into his pocket and got off the bus, walking towards home.

Bypassing the busy street, He Yizhi greeted the passing neighbors who were shopping for vegetables, then turned left and right and saw a slightly dilapidated old-fashioned residential building.

For no reason, He Yizhi thought of the music teacher, and suddenly missed the meal his mother cooked for no reason. He couldn't help but quicken his pace, and then opened the door.

"I'm back!" He Yizhi shouted.

No one answered him, so He Yizhi walked inside and scanned the shoe cabinet, only to find that his favorite pair of brand-name shoes were missing.

He Yizhi couldn't help shouting at home: "Mom, where are my Nevis shoes? I'm going out with my classmates on Saturday and I just need to use them."

Not long after the words were finished, someone came out of the house.

"Your parents are still working outside. Which female classmate are you going out with on weekends? You still wear brand-name shoes, how vain."

The second aunt Balabala said a few words as an elder, and she came out of the bedroom combing her hair. There were many wrinkles left by the years on her dark yellow face, a typical thin woman.

He Yizhi frowned, didn't say anything, but asked, "Second Aunt, have you seen my shoes?"

As a result, someone came out again at this time, my cousin came out with a pair of dusty shoes, and yawned, apparently just waking up.

"Why do you make such a big noise when you come home? Isn't it just a pair of shoes, and someone stole it." The cousin's tone was a little dissatisfied.

He Yizhi looked up at his cousin's lazy look, and then looked down at the white shoes whose soles were obviously dirty. Oh no, they should be called gray shoes, which were very different from the brand new ones.

He Yizhi's heart skipped a beat.