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Yu Qiuliang's tactic of suing the villain first was very smooth. If he hadn't been neatly dressed and stood upright, and he didn't look like he had been bullied at all, Yu Xiasheng would have almost believed his nonsense.Yu Xiasheng narrowed his eyes, looked at Yu Qiuliang and then at the little gangster, reluctantly believing that they were not conducting some secret transaction.It seems that some students nowadays have a lot of free time when they don't do their homework.

Yu Qiuliang did not tell Yu Xiasheng about Wang Lin.He subconsciously thought that if Yu Xiasheng knew that he had been in contact with Gu Jia's relatives, he would probably be followed by Yu Xiasheng on his way to and from school in the future.He still has face, he doesn't want others to think that he is a kid who can't grow up, and he has to let his parents accompany him to and from school.

But such an approach quickly showed its drawbacks.Yu Xiasheng didn't know what enmity there was between him and this little bastard, so he hesitated for a moment before deciding to help him drive this little bastard away.Yu Qiuliang felt dissatisfied, pouted secretly, and loosened the boy's collar.As soon as he let go, the little gangster ran away quickly and disappeared at the end of the street.

The vague smell of alcohol reappeared in the air. Yu Qiuliang sniffled, turned his head and looked at Yu Xiasheng maliciously: "Where have you been? Why do you drink all day long? You must be the legendary Drunk?"

"Don't make trouble." Yu Xiasheng straightened his cuffs solemnly, took the schoolbag off Yu Qiuliang's back, and held it in his hand.Yu Qiuliang couldn't stay idle, he stretched out his leg deliberately to trip someone before taking two steps, Yu Xiasheng hurriedly jumped to hide.However, his dodging speed couldn't keep up with Yu Qiuliang's speed of acting as a demon, and he was powerless after a while, and was almost tripped by this brat.

"You're so free every day—is it because you don't have too much homework?" Yu Xiasheng stared at Yu Qiuliang angrily, as if he wanted to pick up the child and throw it into the trash can.Yu Qiuliang was afraid that he would get angry and write math problems all night as he did when they first met, so he quickly lowered his head and hurried forward, not daring to provoke trouble again.

Yu Qiuliang walked in front, and Yu Xiasheng followed behind.Yu Xiasheng thought it would be good to walk behind him, at least he was within his sight range, so he didn't have to worry about him secretly doing bad things.But within 10 minutes after Yu Qiuliang'an had passed away, he suddenly ran back again, jingling in his pocket, and he didn't know what he was hiding.What does this mean?Yu Xiasheng was very helpless, so he had no choice but to stop, staring at Yu Qiuliang, waiting for the child to speak first.

"Why do I still have a stomachache after I die?" Yu Qiuliang asked nonchalantly, "Didn't I feel nothing after I died? I couldn't feel the cold anymore. How could I still feel pain?"

"It should be because your stomach hasn't broken down yet." Yu Xiasheng replied, "After your birthday is over, you may not have stomach pain."

"It's unscientific. Is the heart not beating because it's broken?" Yu Qiuliang felt unbelievable. He looked at his hands, then squeezed his face, and felt that this body seemed unreal. silicone dummy.The lifelike silicone dummy will probably be used for some things that are hard to explain. Yu Qiuliang's face changed color, and his thoughts began to diverge uncontrollably. Yu Xiasheng stood under the street lamp and looked at the situation on the child's face. Changing, I couldn't help raising my eyebrows.

The good thing is that Qiu Liang doesn't intend to continue thinking about whether science is unscientific. This question is meaningless. If he chooses to believe in science, the first thing he has to do now is to let himself really die.He used to think that living was boring, but now he thinks living is quite interesting. He wants to stay in the human world for a while, and think about leaving when he gets tired of it.Human beings are very contradictory creatures. Standing in the sun, they want to stay in the shadows, and after hiding in the shadows, they want to come to the sun again. They are always greedy and unsatisfied.

"Where did you go to drink?" Yu Qiuliang persevered in asking beside Yu Xiasheng.He is not short in stature, but compared with Yu Xiasheng, he is still a little short. He thinks this old ghost has a tall waist, slender legs, long buttocks, and in that era, he must have been the most eye-catching star.He didn't realize at all that his evaluation of Yu Xiasheng had unconsciously changed from a "savage gorilla" to a "shining little star". However, whether he thought Yu Xiasheng was a gorilla or a little star , Yu Xiasheng didn't even know.

No matter how Yu Qiuliang tried to inquire about Yu Xiasheng's whereabouts, the other party's attitude was extremely perfunctory, obviously unwilling to let him know where he had been.After several rounds of Tai Chi, Yu Qiuliang not only didn't calm down, but also felt a little angry in his heart, and when he entered the house, he would go back to lie down on his stomach, and he started to get angry with Yu Xia again.

Yu Xiasheng opened his mouth, wanting to call Yu Qiuliang to stop, but Yu Qiuliang stomped into the room after changing his shoes, leaving him with a handsome back.Let this kid be cool for a while, he won't be able to maintain this noble and glamorous appearance in a few seconds.Yu Xiasheng sighed, put his schoolbag on the sofa, and started counting silently.

"Ah!!!" Before counting to three, Yu Qiuliang yelled in the bedroom.Immediately afterwards, the light in the bedroom was turned on, and Lu Huaiming floated out from inside.He was really floating, and his feet never touched the ground, because his body had been cremated long ago, leaving only his soul wandering here.

Still in shock, Yu Qiuliang ran out of the bedroom with a big-ass dog doll in his arms.He looked at his uncle floating in mid-air, then at Yu Xiasheng who was pretending to be innocent, and jumped three feet high in anger: "You two scare me!"

"I called you, but you didn't hear me." Yu Xiasheng sat down on the sofa, and the cushion was immediately dented by him.Yu Qiuliang gritted his teeth and pinched the puppet's ass, then looked up at his uncle, as if he wanted him to take care of this wanton bastard.

But Lu Huaiming looked down at Yu Qiuliang all the time, and Yu Qiuliang was hairy when he looked at him. He was thinking whether he had forgotten himself, but he suddenly heard him ask: "Where are you going to take the college entrance examination? Do you have any ideas?"

How to improve the test as soon as we meet?Yu Qiuliang was a little irritable, but he didn't dare to contradict his elders.Lu Huaiming had a serious face tomorrow, and Yu Qiuliang stood in front of his uncle, feeling a little weaker for no reason, but even if he wanted to answer Lu Huaiming well, he couldn't think of a goal in an instant.He is used to being unrestrained and never thinks about where he will go in the future. When Lu Huaiming asked him suddenly, he was stunned by the question.

Fortunately, Yu Xiasheng still had a conscience. Seeing that Lu Huaiming's face was getting worse and worse, he took the initiative to smooth things over for Yu Qiuliang, which at least changed the topic.Yu Qiuliang glanced at him gratefully, feeling that his image had become taller and taller, and he was simply a hero who could save the world.

As expected, Lu Huaiming's attention was drawn away, and they talked about work matters.Yu Qiuliang huddled aside and listened. The more he listened, the more strange he felt. It turned out that dead people can go to work normally. The work of uncle and Yu Xiasheng is similar to the police station in the human world.This new discovery made Yu Qiuliang very surprised. The usual work of the ghost police is also to catch ghosts. It turns out that catching ghosts is not the monopoly of Taoist priests.

"The grown-ups are talking, what are the children listening to? Go, go, go into the house and do your homework." Lu Huaiming talked for a while, and noticed that Yu Qiuliang was still eavesdropping, and immediately stared at him, driving this useless boy away back to the house.Yu Qiuliang didn't do much homework, and basically just copied the answers in the self-study class. After being driven into the bedroom by Lu Huaiming, he closed the door and eavesdropped on the crack of the door.

In the first half of their conversation, Yu Qiuliang was confused and didn't know what kind of riddle they were playing, but after hearing it, Yu Xiasheng suddenly mentioned Gu Jia's name.The name of the senior sister aroused Yu Qiuliang's interest. If there was a mirror in front of him now, he would definitely be able to see his own appearance in the mirror: his eyes sparkled, like a hungry wolf that had found food.

However, Yu Xiasheng seemed to just mention Gu Jia a little bit, and the topic quickly changed direction, returning to the content that Yu Qiuliang didn't understand.Yu Qiuliang lacked interest, feeling that adults are very boring, they don't pay attention to interesting things, but they keep boring things in their minds all day long.If the mind is filled with boring things, even the soul will become boring. A boring life is meaningless and can't find fun.

Since there is no homework to write, it is better to play with the mobile phone.Yu Qiuliang took off his school uniform in twos and twos, got into the warm bed, and started chatting with Song Ciran with his mobile phone.Song Ciran only does math homework every day, and whether he does other homework or not depends on his mood. At this time, Yu Qiuliang is arguing with him, but he can reply in seconds.

Tomorrow is Tuesday, there are many self-study classes, and there is no class teacher's class, so he will definitely not come.Yu Qiuliang remembered what his uncle said to Yu Xiasheng just now, and he grasped the key point in that sentence: Yu Xiasheng will work overtime tomorrow, so he has no time to take care of him.

"Will you go to the Internet cafe tomorrow?" Yu Qiuliang didn't bother to type, and quietly turned on the voice call, "I still have a few hundred yuan for Internet fees over there, and I have to use up these hundreds before the college entrance examination."

"Damn it, the Internet fee of a few hundred yuan..." Song Ciran gasped at the other end, "...Are you crazy, how long can you play for a few hundred yuan? Why do you put so much money there? "

"It's hard to say." Mentioning this, Yu Qiuliang felt like an idiot, "During the Chinese New Year last year, the Internet cafe held activities, and I paid for it at that time."

Although after careful calculation, these hundreds of dollars are quite worth the money, but Yu Qiuliang will never forget what a terrible price he paid for the Internet fee of these hundreds of dollars.After he had thrown all the money out, he realized that this was the last time he was taking money from those half-baked elders.Next time when it comes to Chinese New Year, those elders probably won’t be willing to give him New Year’s money, because they think that he will graduate soon, and after graduation, he will be considered a grown-up, and New Year’s money will be of no use to him. From now on, his pocket money Money has to be obtained with one's own hands.

There was suppressed laughter from Song Ciran, and Yu Qiuliang guessed that his father might be at home, so he didn't dare to laugh wantonly.Song Ciran is a bold person, he is a good student in front of the teacher, and secretly skips class with Yu Qiuliang, a troubled boy, to go to the Internet cafe. He doesn't seem to be afraid of anything, but everyone knows that he is really afraid of his father.

All the fathers in the world, as long as there is a high sense of presence, there is no one who will not make the children awe or fear.Yu Qiuliang rolled over on the bed, pulled the quilt up to cover his head, and continued to whisper to Song Ciran: "My brother is not at home tomorrow, no one will care about me, we will go to school to do homework in the morning, and go to the Internet cafe in the afternoon, help me." I will write mathematics, and I will help you write Chinese—I left a recitation homework for politics today, you can recite it later, and the teacher will check it next week..."

"Fuck, memorizing politics again?" Song Ciran raised his voice, his voice was so high-pitched that it changed its tone, he could hear his panic and bewilderment, "She must call me by my name to get up and memorize, do you believe it or not?"

"Of course I fucking believe it, big brother! If you can't memorize it, she will definitely call me next!" Yu Qiuliang was angry and wanted to laugh. Ever since the politics teacher started to implement the grouping system, he and Song Ciran have been tied together. A grasshopper on a rope, once Song Ciran fails to memorize the knowledge points, he will be implicated and punished for copying together with Song Ciran.

The political teacher is very perverted. In order to deepen the students' impression of the textbook, he will do everything possible. If anyone can't memorize the knowledge point, he will copy it five times for the first time, ten times for the second time, and twenty times for the third time. , doubled again for the fourth time.Yu Qiuliang has a strong memory and has a lot of confidence in himself, but Song Ci is so stubborn that he would be stupid, and he would not recite politics even if he was killed, so the two of them have to write hard every time, copying politics until their hands hurt.

Yu Qiuliang curled up even tighter. His window was not closed properly, and the night wind from outside was blowing in, carrying a hint of coolness.He rubbed the tip of his nose, and persuaded earnestly: "Political knowledge is just a sentence or two, you can definitely memorize it a few more times. It's better to memorize a few sentences every day than to copy them dozens of times a day, right? As for the matter of moving your mouth, you still have to do it, it doesn't bother you."

"Hehe." Song Ciran sneered, "High school mathematics is just a few formulas, you can definitely learn it by doing more questions. Doing a few questions every day is better than copying other people's math papers every day. You still have to use your brain. If you have to cheat, don't bother."

Yu Qiuliang: "..."

"What are you doing now?" Yu Qiuliang figured it out, as long as he mentioned politics to Song Ciran, the other party would definitely mention mathematics.Now, in order to maintain the happy mood of both parties and prevent cracks in this friendship, he had no choice but to swallow his anger, not to care about Song Ciran, and take the initiative to admit defeat.

Song Ciran really followed suit, and his previously rigid attitude immediately changed, making a 180-degree turn.Yu Qiuliang closed his eyes, and felt that the voice from the earphones became as warm as a spring breeze, as if a gust of hot wind had really blown to the tips of his ears.

No, the air conditioner is not turned on in this room.

Yu Qiuliang opened his eyes, didn't bother to look back, and sent a string of words to Song Ciran, then hung up the voice, unplugged the earphones and turned off the phone screen in one go.After completing this set of coherent movements, he had time to turn his head and stare at Yu Xiasheng.A dead person walks silently, Yu Qiuliang felt that it was necessary for him to buy a pair of high heels for Yu Xiasheng, otherwise this old ghost would always quietly appear behind him, challenging his endurance.

When the questioning words came to his lips, they suddenly turned into an inexplicable "Why can you breathe hot air".As soon as this sentence was said, not only Yu Xiasheng was stunned, but even Yu Qiuliang himself was stunned for a moment.Who knows what's going on with him, it's obviously not this question that he originally wanted to ask!He had trouble with Yu Xiasheng all day long, and this old ghost of unknown origin was probably his nemesis.

Yu Xiasheng sat on the edge of the bed, first folded Yu Qiuliang's school uniform neatly, and then took off his coat and got into his bed.He was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how to answer Yu Qiuliang's question, but he didn't quite understand the source of the heat.He thought for a while, then suddenly grabbed Yu Qiuliang's hand and put it on his chest, and explained seriously: "Maybe it's because it's still steaming here."

"Then why is it steaming here?" Yu Qiuliang took the opportunity to play hooligans and touched Yu Xiasheng's entire upper body. When he touched the abdominal muscles, his hand stayed there for a long time.

"Because I didn't have a game console at that time, I couldn't stay up late playing games until I died suddenly, so my heart is not broken." Yu Xiasheng held his funny hand, "If you want to touch your belly, touch your own."

In the night, Yu Qiuliang's face was pulled down, like a big bitter gourd.His way of dying was not very honorable, and it always felt embarrassing to say it out, but Yu Xiasheng did not expect him to remember the cause of his death.As expected of a near-hundred-year-old ghost, he even knows how to use fucking language to quickly defeat an opponent.This move alone is enough to make him invincible all over the world.

"I'm afraid you were born to punish me." Yu Qiuliang sat up and said solemnly, "I beg you, don't mention this matter again? You are my father, dear father, good father, Good old man."

"Who taught you to climb up on relatives... let your father hear it, so he can't cut me with a knife?" Yu Xiasheng stretched out his hand and pushed him back, "Sleep well, and tomorrow afternoon I will go to school to find you after I finish my work with your uncle." You, don't take others to skip class."

Yu Qiuliang finally felt something was wrong: "Brother, how long have you been listening?"

"It didn't take long. It's better to come early than coincidentally. Good luck is also a skill."