"Toad, the festival mourns and changes!" Yang Fatzi sat in front of the computer and comforted Li Qingyuan, who had returned from afar. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Of course, if he stopped what he was doing, he would probably be more sincere.

Before Li Qingyuan could express his gratitude, he heard him shout again:

"Cao Nima, you will steal Lao Tzu's head when he speaks, and there is no royal law."

All kinds of words, so far choked, Li Qingyuan looked at the dead fat man who was staring at the screen happily, and said where is the most basic trust between people!

You must know that he only has such a relative as his grandfather in the world, and now that his grandfather has passed away, where is his sustenance in the world?

The old man is ninety-three years old, and no matter what, it can be regarded as a happy funeral, but for him, it is really a little difficult to accept.

The old man's body has always been extremely tough, and he has always walked like a fly, he originally thought that the old man would live to be at least one hundred and ten years old, but who knows, he actually walked away like this.

He was an orphan, and according to the older generation, when he was still in the bazaar, everyone was very strange, although because of some extermination policies at that time, the ignorant parents who wanted their sons would throw the newborn baby girl far away, but the boy who threw the baby boy was really not seen.

But when some people were about to pick him up, they found out that he was blind.

I heard that he should have been two months old at that time, but he had not opened his eyes, and such a baby, under the medical conditions at that time, could have been determined to be blind.

It was the grandfather who picked him up from the bazaar.

Grandpa's name is Li Guoxing, he writes a good hand, and every New Year's Day he will go to sell some Spring Festival couplets and paintings, although the income is not much, but he also chats to make a living, and in that place in the countryside, for this kind of old man with ink in his chest, everyone is very respectful, who holds a red and white wedding, they like to call the old man to get together, so in the countryside, his popularity is still very good.

No one knows where the old man came from, only that he came from other places during the mighty movement back then, but in this place of Guangnan, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and no one wants to hold on to this matter.

Maybe it's because God opened his eyes, after the old man picked him up, he actually opened his eyes slowly, although he now has to wear glasses with thick bottoms every day, but compared to the blind man, it is much better.

It's a pity that he is still ready to work hard to make money in the future, so that he can take his grandfather to Guangnan to live a good life.

When he rushed back to the small mountain village, the old man had already lost his breath, and he was pushed and knelt down by everyone like a puppet to finish the whole funeral, after all, for him who was not yet twenty years old, if it were not for the help of those villagers, it was almost an impossible task to expect him to hold a funeral.

In order to provide for his grandson to go to college, the old man spent almost all his assets, so the inheritance is only left in the village of the brick house built in the last century.

Looking at Yang Fatzi, who was immersed in the game and couldn't extricate himself, Li Qingyuan silently threw his luggage into the cabinet, then took out a thread-shaped book from his bag and quietly climbed into bed.

Outside the window, Han Mengting and Wang Yuankun were still playing daily dog abuse games, but now he was no longer interested in watching the scene that could make a single dog vomit blood.

"Yin Yang Ghost Sutra".

This was found in the relics of the grandfather, originally according to the custom over there, the old man's clothes before his death had to be burned for burial, and this book was sandwiched in one of the clothes.

Li Qingyuan, who had received nearly twenty years of materialist education, was about to burn the book, but at the moment when it was about to be burned, he remembered it again.

It seems that this kind of line book is very valuable now!

So this top secret book of feng shui masters that has been circulated for an unknown number of years escaped the fate of being burned.

According to his original idea, he would wait until tomorrow to go to the antique store or the second-hand book store to see if anyone was willing to buy the book, but he didn't know why, the ghost sent the gods, and he actually turned the book out.

In everyone's mind, there is a dream, always dreaming that he can be different from ordinary people, and then he can do everything in the sky and the earth, it is said that his age has long passed the age of dreaming, but in this world, who really can't dream.

"What the hell is this?" Unfortunately, when he opened the book full of hope, he found out.

Pit!

He doesn't know a word of what is written on it!

I think he is also a dignified university dog, and he can be regarded as an elite talent in a small mountain village, but he didn't remove the crooked ghost-like font in front of him.

He hastily flipped through a few pages, and found that it was all in this ghostly font, so he had to throw the book aside in frustration.

The dream of becoming a superman shattered, and the teenager who faced the reality had to think about his future life.

Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, hops, that is the dream life of literary teenagers, but even the famous Tang Bohu had to be convinced by firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea in the end.

He is about to turn 20 years old, and now his grandfather, who is the only one who depends on him, has also died, and he is about to graduate in two years, where should he go?

Before his death, the old man sold the brick house in the village, and finally made up enough for his tuition for two years, but what about after graduation?

As a three-nil person with no car, no house and no relatives, can he really live in Quang Nam?

Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if he can find a job to support himself, what if he gets married? Now a girl, without a car or a house, will others take care of him?

Although the old man definitely couldn't help him solve these problems when he was alive, he still had a reliance in his heart and a spiritual sustenance at that time, but now, everything can only be relied on himself.

Li Qingyuan, who was bored, lay on the bed and couldn't fall asleep, while Yang Fatzi was screaming below and didn't know what to scold.

"Dead fatty, can you be quiet-

The teenager, who was a little apprehensive in his heart, was about to ask his roommate to close his stinky mouth, but was stunned to find it.

Above Yang Fatman's head, a white mist-like thing was circling.

"Hell!" The terrible screams resounded in the sky, startling countless wild mandarin ducks.

Yang Fatzi, who was full of pride, pressed the opponent's barracks with pride, was frightened by his ghostly wolf-like voice, and the hot coffee that had just been brought to his mouth instantly fell to his thigh.

The hot coffee was poured on Yang Nan's white and fat thighs, and a blister immediately bulged.

'Ahh An even more terrible scream echoed in the small 304 dormitory, frightening countless timid people to look sideways.