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When she received a call from her son, she had just walked out of the parking lot, and the cold air from the ground forced her to tighten her scarf. However, the two words displayed on the screen of the mobile phone seemed to be reflected instantly like a lamp. Brightened her eyes.She couldn't wait to answer the phone, and walked a few steps quickly, lest the bad signal near the parking lot would delay her hearing the child's voice.

The older child seldom calls her, he doesn't like to call others, and he is not used to it.When he has something to do, he usually sends messages to others. As for whether others can see it and when they see it, he doesn't care.The child usually has nothing serious to do, but today he called suddenly, and the woman couldn't help but panic a little while she was overjoyed.

Parents all over the world are probably a little timid.They are afraid of this and that, and they can always make up a big show out of thin air, and then feel nervous about the danger they imagined.Children think they are timid and think too much, but from the perspective of parents, this is a perfectly normal performance.Seeing her older child calling her, her first reaction was surprise, and her second reaction was panic: Is it really her child who called her?What kind of urgent matter does her child need to call to talk about?Was it sick, or had an accident on the way to and from school?Did you meet a bad guy?

"Qiuliang?" She clenched her phone tightly and asked cautiously, "What's the matter?"

There was a moment of silence over there, her heart tightened suddenly, as if being hoisted by a silk thread, hanging leisurely at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters.She held her breath, for fear of missing any information on the other end of the phone.She was very afraid that there would be no talking over there, and she was also very afraid that the voice coming from there was not the voice of an older child.

Fortunately, there was finally some movement over there, and it really was her child.It seemed that her child was just not used to talking on the phone, so he was a little nervous for a while.She breathed a sigh of relief, and stood in front of the building looking up at the clouds in the sky. She didn't dare to move, lest the sound of footsteps would mess her thinking.She wanted to understand everything the older child said, and tried her best to make him happy. It didn't matter if she was cold outside for a while and had a cool breeze.

The wind howled, like a wolf running from the snow field, Yu Qiuliang was sitting in the warm room, when he heard the wind from his mother, he couldn't help shaking.He coughed lightly, sniffed, and said, "Mom, where are you? It's cold outside. You go in first. I'm not in a hurry."

"Oh... oh, good." The woman hurried into the building, and her figure was reflected in the dark blue glass on the outer wall of the building. Compared with the previous few years, she had lost a lot of weight.No one in their family is fat, because they are all so busy that they don't even care about getting fat.

People always have an illusion: Sitting inside a building and making a call, the signal is not as good as standing outside the building.Yu Qiuliang's mother is not young, so she naturally retained a part of the "old people's thinking" that sounded a little silly. Yu Qiuliang heard the sound of high heels ringing and stopped after a while, so she knew that she was still standing near the glass wall. It's just a switch from one side of the glass wall to the other.Yu Qiuliang touched his knee, called "Mom", and then began to talk about business.

To be honest, there is nothing serious.Yu Qiuliang is a child who is idle and farts. He called his mother today just to ask her about her health.Everyone will grow old, and Yu Qiuliang's parents are the same. Yu Qiuliang knows that his mother is not in good health, and sees the little ghost pestering his father.

Yu's mother didn't expect the older child to call, but asked about herself, her eyes became hot immediately, and she couldn't utter a word.Yu Qiuliang waited patiently for her to speak, and after a while, he was relieved when he said "it's okay".

"What about my dad?" Yu Qiuliang took a breath, and asked his father impatiently, "Is he feeling unwell recently?"

He didn't forget that that little monster was lying on top of his father.Although his father had always been healthy and had no major illnesses or minor disasters, it was really not auspicious to be related to ghosts.Yu Qiuliang is not a superstitious person. He has always regarded himself as the successor of communism. Even if he is dead, he still thinks he is the successor of communism.He has never believed in Buddhism or Bodhisattva, but when he saw a little ghost crawling on his father, he had a ridiculous idea at that moment: he wanted to find a blessed amulet for his father to hang on.

For the first time in many years, Yu Qiuliang clearly showed his concern for his father.Mother Yu was stunned for a moment, thinking that she had heard wrong.After waiting for a while, Yu Qiuliang felt that his phone bill might not be enough and his mother would be late for work, so he lowered his voice and hastily repeated the question just now.This time, his mother finally came to his senses, and summed it up in a few words, saying that his father eats everything deliciously and sleeps well at night, so don't worry too much.

Hearing her answer, Yu Qiuliang was truly relieved.He looked at the empty lawn downstairs without a weirdo rooted, and patted his thigh in a good mood: "It's okay, Mom. You go and get busy, I'll take a shower."

"Qiuliang." Yu's mother didn't hang up the phone, but said again, "It's the first time for us to be human, it's the first time for you to be a child, and it's also the first time for us to be parents. What's going on in the future, please talk to me Mom said, if it makes sense, it will be fine."

Yu Qiuliang didn't answer, he kept sniffling.

"Well, I see, Mom." Yu Qiuliang lowered his eyes, studying the two pompoms on the slippers.His voice was a little hoarse, and his nose was not breathing well. Before his mother asked, he had already thought of a reason to prevaricate.

"Mom, I have a cold. I'm going to sleep lying down." Yu Qiuliang said nonsense, completely forgetting that he said not long ago that he was going to take a bath.However, his mother has a big heart and shouldn't notice his inconsistencies.

Yu's mother really didn't notice. When she heard that the child was sick, her mind was in a mess.She clenched the phone tightly and gave Yu Qiuliang a series of babbling instructions. Seeing that she was about to be late, she was willing to hang up the phone.Yu Qiuliang wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat quietly on the balcony for a while, then moved the small bench and stood up, intending to put the small bench back in the bathroom.

Turning his head suddenly, the tip of his nose hit Yu Xiasheng's chest.Flesh squeezed together, bone collided with bone, Yu Qiuliang frowned, and closed his eyes tightly in pain.He didn't feel well, but Yu Xiasheng didn't feel any better. Yu Qiuliang clearly heard the old ghost gasp, as if a big hole had been poked in his chest.

This time, Yu Qiuliang's nasal voice became stronger.He covered his nose and asked angrily, "Why are you standing behind me?!"

"I'm putting away my clothes!" Yu Xiasheng was still in shock, clutching his chest like a big girl with yellow flowers.Looking at this scene, it seems that Yu Qiuliang is a big hooligan who is about to come and moles him.

What clothes do you collect?Yu Qiuliang raised his head and looked at the things hanging on the shelf, they were either bed sheets or pillowcases, where did they get the clothes?He had never heard of someone dividing bedding and "clothes" into the same category, and Yu Xiasheng could always surprise him.

In fact, Yu Xiasheng didn't intend to come to "collect clothes", whether it was bed sheets, pillowcases or pillow covers, they were all dry.These things were washed by Yu Xiasheng, of course Yu Xiasheng knew when they were completely dry, he was just using dead things that could not speak to cover him up, to cover up his real intentions.

Just as Yu Qiuliang thought, Yu Xiasheng was clearly eavesdropping on his phone calls.When others call, how much content is pleasant to hear?Yu Qiuliang gave Yu Xiasheng an annoyed look, raised his hand and grabbed a piece of wet pillow towel, and with a "slap", he flung it onto the rough-skinned and thick-skinned face of the other party.

Whether it's winter or summer, the feeling of being watered all over your face won't be too pleasant.Yu Xiasheng closed his eyes reflexively, shivering abruptly.When he opened his eyes again, there was only a wet pillow towel left in his hand, and the child who was standing here just now suddenly disappeared.

The door of the bathroom was locked with a click, and not long after, the sound of dripping water came, and Yu Qiuliang was inside holding a shower to make rain.

In the call log, there are more and more calls to mother, but there is no call to father.Yu Qiuliang lay on the desk, buried his face in the crook of his arms, blinked and looked at his mobile phone underneath, the history teacher glanced at him, only saw the top of his hair, did not see his hidden operations under the desk .

A distant observer cannot see clearly, but a close observer can.Song Ciran leaned over and rested his forehead on Qiuliang's arm, his gaze followed Yu Qiuliang's fingers.He looked at it for a while, then suddenly smiled, and whispered to his deskmate: "You are so serious, I thought you were in love."

If it were Yu Qiuliang in the past, when he heard the word "falling in love", he would definitely feel sick to his stomach, and sincerely felt that this kind of activity did not suit him at all.However, today is not what it used to be, and Yu Qiuliang's situation has changed a lot. He has already quietly slapped himself in the face, but no one has noticed yet.

Song Ciran didn't find out, and Yu Qiuliang was too embarrassed to say it directly.For a long time, he fooled Song Ciran, the gossip woman, and quickly deleted the communication records.His lying posture was not right, and the other arm was uncomfortable at the moment, so he sat up a little bit and moved his arm.As a result, his arm was already numb, and his movements were slow and stiff. With such a movement, he actually touched a book.

"Hey..." Yu Qiuliang sighed helplessly, trying to bend down to reach the book on the ground.After reaching enough, he suddenly found that Song Ciran looked at him a little strangely, as if he saw some fool.

Yu Qiuliang hated others looking at him like a fool, but when he was facing Song Ciran, he was more or less patient.Of course, you have to be patient with your friends. Friendships that are not maintained carefully will fly away soon.He grabbed the edge of the table and got up, asking, "What are you looking at me for? Is there something on my head?"

"No..." Song Ciran's expression became even more strange, "What are you doing under the table?"

Yu Qiuliang was dumbfounded.A thunderbolt fell from the sky, hitting him so badly.He rubbed his numb hands, looked down tremblingly, but saw that the thing on the ground was neither a textbook nor an exercise book, it was not something belonging to the world at all.

Ah, it must be the psychopath Gu Jia!She read the magazine and didn't take it away, but put it on someone else's desk!

Yu Qiuliang was furious, but he couldn't get angry in front of Song Ci, so he could only say that he had misread it, thinking that a pen had fallen on the ground.

It is really hard to see the black pen dropped in this environment.Song Ciran believed his nonsense and didn't argue with him anymore.

The students sitting in the row on their right suddenly made a noise, Yu Qiuliang took advantage of Song Ciran to turn his head, and picked up the magazine on the ground with lightning speed.He was not mistaken, this magazine was indeed the one that Gu Jia often read, who knows if Gu Jia sat in his seat again!

Gu Jia always likes to stay in Qiuliang's classroom.This was not because she wanted to stare at Yu Qiuliang, but because she had also used this classroom when she was in school.

Only after you leave will you know how to miss, because people always live in blessings and don't know blessings.Yu Qiuliang didn't think there was any happiness in high school life, but he had a premonition somewhere. He had a premonition that in the near future, he would think that the "self-study class" in high school was a gift from the gods. , is a pure land that no one invades.

The last row of seats, he now also thinks it is a pure land.

Gu Jia used to sit in the first row, but now she doesn't like to sit in the first row.She has never been a bad student, and she has never been to this traditionally exclusive place for bad students. When she was in school, everyone was ashamed to sit in the last row, but no one knew that sitting in the last row How fun it is.

After sleeping in the first class, the history teacher left, and the math teacher entered the classroom.Yu Qiuliang suddenly became energetic.He went to flip through the book again, but this time it wasn't the textbook either.He has a few bad habits, or quirks—he likes to sleep in history class, and he likes to do history problems in math class.

Song Ciran had only drank lemon juice in the morning, and now his speech was sour, as if a giant lemon had turned into essence: "I fell asleep in the history class, and this is the time to do the questions?"

"It's better than someone procrastinating to the end and leaving homework blank, right?" Yu Qiuliang quickly replied without raising his head, "Monkey's tomorrow has another tomorrow, and tomorrow's tomorrow has tomorrow. You are the one who is always waiting for tomorrow monkey."

"Hehe." Song Ciran found that he couldn't talk to him, so he immediately changed the subject, "Going out to play at night?"

It's so cold, where to go to play?Yu Qiuliang felt that Song Ciran was simply full, and would not stay in the steaming home, but insisted on going to a fast food restaurant to hug the cold dining table, who knows what is wrong with it!In view of Song Ciran's recent madness, Yu Qiuliang decided to cut through the mess quickly and solve all his worries at once. He turned the pen, tapped Song Ciran on the back of his hand, and scolded like a strict father: "What are you playing! Have you written the math problem?" ! Did you make up your political homework!"

Song Ciran's math homework was finished a long time ago, but politics was left untouched.It wasn't a day or two that he hated politics, but whenever he and Yu Qiuliang quarreled, the other party would use his political homework as an issue.The political teacher took special care of Song Ciran. She basically didn't read other people's homework, and focused on Song Ciran, the little mouse.Song Ciran tried to muddle through the test several times but failed, and often cried bitterly and hugged Yu Qiuliang's thigh tightly, begging Yu Qiuliang to take him to take off easily.

"Oh, don't be in a hurry—" Song Ciran said comfortingly, "The vacation has just begun."

Yes, if they are not making up lessons, according to the normal arrangement of the Education Bureau, they have already started their vacation now.The classrooms of senior one and senior two have been empty for three or four days, and senior three has not rested yet, which makes the students of senior three feel like they are living like years; only thinking that today's senior two will be next year's senior three, and today's senior one will be the next year's senior three , they were a little happier.The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, the front waves die on the beach, and the back waves will die on the beach in a few years.Yu Qiuliang stretched, and suddenly felt that those juniors were miserable too.

"You'd better write your political homework quickly. Don't forget the time to hand in your homework by mistake. It will be too late if you try to catch up." After half a class, Yu Qiuliang put down his sleeves and threw his "water sleeves" on the table. .He used half of the class to solve the history, and the remaining half of the time, he used to catch up on sleep.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the baby spirit stuck to his father's back appeared, and this ugly thing dangled in front of his eyes.Yu Qiuliang was irritable and wanted to sit up and kick the table over, but finally he endured it.

The magazine that Gu Jia put on his desk might still be useful.When Yu Qiuliang thought of this, the ghost world news section he had just seen appeared in front of his eyes.

The disappearance of thirty baby spirits is not a small number.

Is it really a coincidence that he can always find such little monsters in his building recently?