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Nie Xiaoqian is probably the only ghost who sleeps at night. There was no way, during the day, she had to hang under the bridge and poke her head out to meet her champion. So I had to sleep at night.

Today, she just fell asleep, who would have expected that not only was she inexplicably woken up, but her hair was also burned off by spit, no matter how good-tempered a girl is, she will burst out with the greatest anger.

Nie Xiaoqian hung like an octopus in the bridge hole, sticking out her head to look up, just like she had seen pedestrians on the bridge countless times.

This look frightened her to shrink.

A greasy chicken bone ran in a parabola towards her cheek.

As soon as Nie Xiaoqian shrank her head, the chicken bones grazed the side of her face and fell into the river with a thud.

It's dangerous! Nie Xiaoqian patted her chest, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but who knew that there was smoke on her head again.

“%#%#！” Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but say something very inelegant.

Spit and foam, you're still addicted to spitting, aren't you? Straight sissy thief! Decrepit boy! The old lady has to discipline you well for your three aunts and two uncles!

The angry Nie Xiaoqian flew up the bridge and made a very ugly grimace.

Ning Caichen, who was eating happily, suddenly saw an enlarged and deformed face in front of him, and was so frightened that he swallowed the chicken bones that he was about to spit out.

"Hmm-" Ning Caichen pinched his throat and scratched around. He choked.

Nie Xiaoqian looked at Ning Caichen, who kept rolling her eyes, and happily flew around Ning Caichen, clapping her hands with a smile as she flew back: "Hmph, tell you to spit everywhere!" Decrepit boy! ”

After saying that, he also stuck out his long tongue and came to Ning Caichen's face.

Suddenly, Ning Caichen, who saw a long tongue, unconsciously moved his throat and swallowed saliva under fright, and then, the bone that was stuck in his throat was swallowed.

Ning Caichen's pale face instantly became a little more bloody.

"Ahem...... Miss, Xiaosheng and you don't know each other, why do you slander Xiaosheng? Ning Caichen eased up and couldn't help but complain.

"I slander you? If you weren't spitting and foaming, how could my hair have been burned in two large pieces? Nie Xiaoqian said angrily.

"Miss, Xiaosheng, I drink and eat chicken here, how can I provoke you? Why do you bother to talk about it? ”

Ning Caichen was puzzled, why was this young lady so unreasonable, how could she have spit anything? Besides, who can burn their hair after being spat and foaming? Such an absurd excuse is simply ridiculous and generous to say!

"Look! You see! Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but be angry when she saw that Ning Caichen refused to admit it, and she went straight over with her head shut.

As a result, he used too much force and pestled Ning Caichen into the river.

Ning Caichen drank several sips of cold water before he trembled and fluttered ashore. The only thing he had was a decent fifty percent new cotton coat was wet, and when he moved casually, a big puddle of water flowed.

"Look, your head has been burned bald by you." Nie Xiaoqian floated with Ning Caichen, and pestled her head while floating to let Ning Caichen see the evidence of his crimes.

Ning Caichen was forced to retreat and unfortunately fell into the river again. However, Nie Xiaoqian didn't let him go, and then floated to the river and pestleed his head: "Look, look, you burned it!" ”

"Yes, yes, it was done by Xiaosheng. Grandma begs me to let me go, can't I be wrong? Am I wrong? ”

Ning Caichen shivered in the moonlit river, trembling and crying and begging to be let go.

He was afraid that if he didn't agree again, the young lady would pestle herself directly to the bottom of the river with her head and never float again.

"Admit that it's you, it's over!" Nie Xiaoqian saw that Ning Caichen finally relented and confessed, and happily hung on the tree and waved her hair.

"Yes...... Small...... Bear...... Know the mistake! Small...... Sister...... Big...... People have ...... Big...... Big...... Measure...... No...... To be with the little ...... Niche...... So so...... See...... Know. Ning Caichen dragged a huge cotton coat ashore, tired like a prostrated dog - panting!

Seeing that Ning Caichen had a good attitude of admitting his mistakes, Nie Xiaoqian showed compassion, flicked her fingers, and a bunch of light blue flames ignited in front of Ning Caichen.

"Mother! Ghosts! As soon as Ning Caichen recovered, he was frightened by the sudden ghost fire.

"What do you want me to do?" Nie Xiaoqian came over with a smile, pulled her tongue out, tied a knot, and sent it back.

"......" Ning Caichen couldn't stand this stimulation anymore, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

This was the first unpleasant meeting between Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen.

Ning Caichen was beaten into a trick for no reason, and it was an inexplicable crime. There were two very abstract scars on the top of Nie Xiaoqian's jet-black and bright head, and there was no trace of hair in the two fingers of the scar.

Ning Caichen fainted until the afternoon of the next day before waking up by the river, perhaps because he drank too much, his head was still a little dizzy. Stumbling back in a wet cotton coat, sneezing as he went.

Ahh

Ahh

His back basket fell on the bridge, and he didn't know who picked it up.

Ning Caichen was helpless, so he had to walk back empty-handed.

Three small low huts, a rickety figure in the vegetable patch in front of the door is busy.

"Mother-" Ning Caichen shouted in a trembling voice.

The man should not, but go on with his work.

Ning Caichen's eyes were sour, his mother was old and her ears were back, at the moment, she gathered her dantian and shouted in a deep voice: "Mother-!" ”

The rickety shadow finally stopped moving, and slowly turned around.

"My son—you, what's wrong with you?" Seeing the embarrassed appearance of the person in front of him, Ning Wang finally couldn't help but run over tremblingly, holding his son's arm and asking.

"Mother, children are not filial-" Ning Caichen looked at the tears rolling in Ning Wang's eyes, and choked up. In the end, I couldn't even say what I didn't make the list.

"My son, it doesn't matter if you can't pass the test, it's a big deal to take the test again. You can read, you can read, and you are very good at learning, but you are not very lucky. It doesn't matter, who can be unlucky all the time? My son, sooner or later, it will come to fruition. Don't be discouraged—"

Ning Wang's family looked at her son's appearance, and her years of experience made her care blurt out.

"Mother-" Ning Caichen couldn't help but be moved by his mother's thoughtfulness.

As the saying goes, knowing the child Mo Ruo's mother, Ning Wang's thoughtfulness successfully swept away the guilt in Ning Caichen's heart.

Ning Caichen went home.

Ning Caichen, an old scholar who has not been admitted to Tongsheng for more than 30 years, has failed again.

These two news spread almost simultaneously throughout the lonely village of Tonghua.

Basically, as soon as Ning Caichen comes home, the man who is carrying a hoe and preparing to plow the ground, the old woman who feeds the chickens at home, and the aunts who bite each other's ears to do needlework will put down their work and hurry to Ning's house.

Not for anything else, just for that annual drama.