There are not many classes in college, basically there are classes in the morning and no classes in the afternoon, or there are no classes in the morning and classes in the afternoon. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info in a word, college life is very leisurely.

After school, Zhang Ling ran to the office with a broom, and Teacher Chuxue had already returned to her staff dormitory, and she didn't know what she would see when she turned on the computer.

"Yo he, isn't that Zhang Ling, who has a leg with Teacher Chu Xue, how can he do coolies." Two male classmates each carried a schoolbag and passed by Teacher Chu Xue's office.

"Don't talk nonsense, Teacher Chuxue is Bai Fumei, how can you look down on this poor boy who came out of the mountains." Another male classmate pushed the frame of his glasses and pulled his good friend away.

"Cut, two four-eyed boys, still engaged in the base, what can I do in the future?" Zhang Ling gave them a middle finger and continued to clean the office.

After all, Teacher Chu Xue is a girl who loves cleanliness, and there is not much dust near her desk, so she will be cleaned quickly, but the glass in this office is difficult to wipe.

"Oh, I didn't clean the glass during the summer vacation, and I was left alone to do it? I have to arrange a female classmate to come, I really can't let the female branch secretary come. Zhang Ling stepped on the stool and grumbled while cleaning the glass.

Outside the window is a small garden, and the pine trees inside are extremely thick and rich, casting shadows on the glass windows.

And in this Chu Xue teacher's office, there seem to be several other female teachers. Now, of course, they're all back.

"Che, do you really understand these women, it's a small garden outside, and you have to put so many vases in the office, making it look like a small forest, and compare it with your bottom?" Zhang Ling frowned, and the intensity of cleaning the glass was even greater.

Suddenly, the image of a little boy flashed through the glass window.

Zhang Ling's back was cold, and he almost fell off the stool.

"Who? Whose bear child? Come out. Zhang Ling took the rag in his hand and shook it a few times.

As a result, I didn't hear any response, but heard a burst of laughter.

Obviously a child, and a mischievous.

As soon as he heard this voice, Zhang Ling understood that there was a child ghost living in this office.

"Just, where's this little ghost?" Zhang Ling began to bow his body down, and then burrowed into the back of the vase.

I saw a little boy with a schoolbag curled up in the corner, covering his mouth and snickering.

The child was only four or five years old, and was clearly in kindergarten.

"Stinky boy, why don't you go to the underworld to report as soon as possible, what are you hanging around here?" Zhang Ling pulled out the child's ghost as he spoke.

"Let go of me, you bad guy, believe it or not, I'll call Brother Shangguan to beat you." The little boy struggled and shouted.

Zhang Ling was directly shocked when he heard this, thinking to himself if there were other ghosts here, right? Who is the Shangguan brother of this little ghost, is it a big evil ghost?

Thinking of this, Zhang Ling subconsciously glanced at the office, and then looked at the window outside, and his heart immediately chuckled, because he saw a person standing outside, and that person was waving to him.

Zhang Ling hurriedly blinked, wondering if he was dazzled, but when he opened his eyes again, he found that the person outside the window was gone.

"Well, I'm really dazzled." As he spoke, Zhang Ling began to turn his head, ready to continue teaching the little ghost a lesson.

"Damn, there are really other ghosts." Zhang Ling turned around and saw a person standing there, the same person he had seen outside the window just now.

"Ghosts, how can there be ghosts, ghosts?" The man was no more than twenty years old, wearing a security uniform, and as soon as he heard that there was a ghost, he immediately turned his head and looked around.

"What else are you looking for, aren't you a ghost?" Zhang Ling put the little boy down and raised his middle finger at the security guard.

"Me? Am I a ghost? The security guard pointed to the bridge of his nose, and then pointed at Zhang Ling and scolded: "Fuck your uncle, you are the ghost!" ”

This person said that his name was Shangguan and that he was a security guard at the Normal University.

Seeing that Zhang Ling was still looking at himself, the Shangguan security guard began to twist his butt at Zhang Ling, and then pointed to the ground and said, "Look, I am a human being, there is a shadow, you see." ”

As he spoke, the Shangguan security guard slapped his ass twice.

Bang bang bang.

With a snort, the little ghost laughed again, shouting that Brother Shangguan was really funny.

Shangguan security guard leaned down and touched the little boy's head, and said, "Xiao Ming, aren't you happy staying with your mother these days?" ”

"Happy, happy. You're right, my mother works really hard, and I forgive her. The little boy said as he nodded.

Zhang Lingzhang's second monk was puzzled, secretly thinking about what this person was talking about, it was really strange.

"Can you see ghosts?" Shangguan Security raised his head and stared at Zhang Ling suddenly, his eyes were extremely sharp, and Zhang Ling actually felt like a chrysanthemum tightening.

Before Zhang Ling could react, Shangguan was already standing in front of him, looking at Zhang Ling's eyes with his eyes open, and couldn't help but praise in his mouth: "Born with yin and yang eyes, not bad." ”

After speaking, he sniffed Zhang Ling's nose again, first stunned, and then smiled meaningfully.

Zhang Ling immediately protected his chest with both hands, and what he wanted to say most at this moment was: "Brother doesn't do it." ”

Shangguan told Zhang Ling that the little boy's name was Lin Ming, the child of a teacher named Li Xueying in this office, who had died in a car accident a month earlier.

At noon that day, the children in the kindergarten were basically picked up by their parents one after another, but Xiao Ming was still waiting at the door of the kindergarten, not to mention how disappointed he was.

"Mom, why don't you come yet, you're late every time, you don't usually care about me, what are you busy with all day?" Xiao Ming actually cried with a mouthful of words.

"Haha, Xiao Ming, your mother hasn't come to pick you up yet, don't you want you anymore, why don't you go with your grandfather?" The man who guarded the door began to joke with Xiao Ming.

It was originally a joke, but the five-year-old child knew something, he burst into tears, and then ran towards the highway, shouting: "If you don't want it, you don't want it, I don't want you anymore......."

Xiao Ming cried so much that he didn't even know how to look.

The uncle guarding the door was frightened and hurriedly chased after him.

However, it was too late, Xiao Ming was knocked by the oncoming car more than three meters away, and finally lay in a pool of blood.

Before he died, he still held the teddy bear given to him by his mother on his last birthday, and the blood had dyed the white bear red.

Xiao Ming muttered in his mouth: "Mom, I hate you, I hate you......."

A cloud of black smoke came out of Xiao Ming's mouth, and the uncle who ran to the scene was startled and almost lay down to touch the porcelain.

Xiao Ming's mother rushed to hug Xiao Ming and cried bitterly, but it was too late, and her son was gone.

Xiao Ming's soul did not report to the underworld, let alone choose to be reincarnated, but turned into a ghost and entangled his mother, and he wanted revenge.

Xiao Ming followed his mother to the place where his mother worked, but he didn't expect to meet the Shangguan security guard patrolling here, and after Shangguan figured out the reason, he asked Xiao Ming to stay here for a few days to see what his mother was usually busy with.

Shangguan has come here to play with Xiao Ming whenever he has free time and resolve his grievances.

Xiao Ming also realized the hard work of his mother, and gradually forgave her.

Zhang Ling looked at this Shangguan security guard carefully, a talent, tall, full of muscles, and most importantly, very handsome, how could he stoop here to be a security guard?

Zhang Ling felt that this Shangguan security guard must have a great background.

"You practice aisles?" Zhang Ling asked.

"Daojutsu? What Taoism? I haven't learned, what are you doing with that thing? Shangguan's eyes opened, and Zhang Ling, who was watching, retreated again and again.

"Nima, I haven't practiced Taoism, and I can still communicate with the little ghost like this, who believes it?" Zhang Ling still didn't give up.

"Cut, believe it or not, anyway, it's just a coincidence that Lao Tzu can see ghosts." Shangguan Security said indifferently.