"Fan Yingying!" There was a shout at the door of the classroom. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Fan Yingying raised her head and saw Han Sicheng standing at the front door of the classroom waving to her, she hurriedly got up and went over, but what she was thinking about was Zhang Jinxia and Zou Yu.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Is Uncle Zhang uncomfortable? Or Zou Yu。。。。。。 The more Fan Yingying talked, the more anxious she became, when she left in the morning, these two people were fine, why did they suddenly have another accident!

Han Sicheng turned sideways, just blocking Fan Yingying's sight: "Jian Seventeen called just now and said that Uncle Zhang is gone, he has rushed over now, and we have to hurry to the school gate to meet him." ”

"What!" Fan Yingying's temples jumped: "He's sick like that, where can he go?" ”

Han Sicheng's face was particularly heavy: "I'm afraid that I was taken out by Huang Santai's grandmother." ”

Fan Yingying was also anxious: "Then what are you waiting for, don't hurry up and leave!" After speaking, he took Han Sicheng's arm and ran downstairs.

As soon as he ran two steps, he heard Gao Bo's voice behind him: "Yingying! ”

Fan Yingying turned around in surprise, and Gao Bo had already walked over quickly.

"Where are you going?" Gao Bo reached out and grabbed Fan Yingying's arm, pulled her hand off Han Sicheng's arm, and glanced coldly at Han Sicheng who was standing aside.

Fan Yingying was anxious, and hurriedly said to Gao Bo: "I have some things to deal with now, let's talk about something when I come back." After speaking, he swept Gao Bo's hand away, and followed Han Sicheng to trot downstairs.

"Yingying! Fan Yingying! Gao Bo looked at his hand hanging in the air in disbelief, and watched Fan Yingying follow Han Sicheng to the staircase and run down.

As soon as he ran to Lin ** outside the campus, he saw Jian Seventeen, who was anxiously standing under the sun and pacing.

The height of the sword 171.78 meters, white and clean, with Zou Yu picking up the main model of the big brand store, is a stop on the campus where people come and go, which is particularly attention-grabbing.

But he himself was unconscious, looking up anxiously around, the little eyes, the resentful little expression, saw the campus girls passing by all the spring hearts.

Jian Seventeen saw Fan Yingying and Han Sicheng at a glance, and hurriedly greeted them.

As soon as they met, Fan Yingying hurriedly pulled him and asked, "What's the matter?" Why is Uncle Zhang gone? ”

"When we went back, he left, probably because his grandmother took him on an errand." Huang Xiaxia's voice came from Jian Seventeen's clothes.

Only then did Fan Yingying notice that there was a small orange-yellow hair exposed from Jian Seventeen's loose trench coat.

Several people walked side by side to the parking lot in the school courtyard and got into the car, Han Sicheng started the car and asked Huang Xiaxia: "Aren't you able to sense Huang Santai's grandmother?" Where are they now? ”

"Go east." Huang Xiaxia got out of Jian Seventeen's clothes and habitually ran to Fan Yingying's shoulder.

Huang Xiaxia pointed the way and only said the southeast, northwest, regardless of the specific location, and when they arrived at the place, Fan Yingying and others found that the place in front of them turned out to be the cemetery on the top of Sifeng Mountain.

After getting out of the car, Huang Xiaxia was quite excited, stepped on Fan Yingying's shoulder and jumped twice: "It's inside." ”

Fan Yingying was tickled by its big fluffy tail, sneezed twice, and hurriedly reached out to pull it off her shoulder and hugged it in her arms.

Sifeng Mountain is a very famous cemetery in the provincial capital, not because of the scale, but because most of the people buried in it are the older generation living in this city.

At that time, no one built a cemetery, most of the family members died, so they found a place with relatively good feng shui here to bury it, and came to sweep the tomb during the New Year's holidays.

After a long time, there are more people buried, and the cemetery is slowly formed, because there is no need to charge, so there is no special personnel to manage here.

The path up and down the mountain is full of people walking, naturally formed, and there is no obvious definition between the cemetery and the cemetery, but wherever the grave is above, there will be a tombstone, and a few who do not have a monument will also cover a piece of yellow paper and press bricks on it.

Because it was not a New Year's holiday, there was no one on the mountain, and Fan Yingying and others ran all the way to the mountain.

Fan Yingying looked at the desolate graves around her, on the barren grassy boundary, there was a tombstone not far away, it was actually quite terrible from a distance, but she didn't feel too scared after looking around, realizing this, she first felt ridiculous, and then felt quite helpless.

climbed all the way to the top of the mountain, this time without Huang Xiaxia to guide the way, Fan Yingying saw Zhang Jinxia who was standing in front of a tombstone and muttering something.

The expression on the old man's face was particularly solemn, and there were offerings on the ground in front of the tombstone, and an incense burner was placed in the center, on which cigarette smoke curled.

"Uncle Zhang!" Han Sicheng exclaimed excitedly.

He was really worried about Zhang Jinxia's comfort, in his heart Zhang Jinxia actually had a lot of weight, the old man took care of him on weekdays, and Han Sicheng also respected him as his elder.

Seeing that Zhang Jinxia was unscathed, Han Sicheng's hanging heart fell to the ground, and he opened his mouth to scream, with a trace of grievance in his tone: "Why did you come here?" Let's find it! ”

Zhang Jinxia turned around and beckoned to a few of them: "Come here, you guys also worship, this is my master's grave." ”

Han Sicheng really hadn't heard Zhang Jinxia mention this before, so he hurriedly walked over with Fan Yingying and them.

The tombstone was blank, and there was not even a payment, and Han Sicheng was stunned.

Zhang Jinxia said to herself at the tombstone: "Master, look, these children are what I just told you, they look pretty good, right?" After speaking, he turned his head to look at Han Sicheng and them: "A few of you come here, and give my master a pillar of incense." ”

Several people hurriedly held incense and offered incense according to their words, and Zhang Jinxia said again: "Now these little ones have given you incense, and they can be regarded as half of their own people." Master, you don't know, the spirit jade that you often talk about when you are alive was inadvertently obtained by this girl, this spirit jade must be refined, I thought about it, and I thought about it. Or if they all say that the fat water does not flow into the fields of outsiders, I just think that you are a special suitable cultivator here, a few children don't understand how much we talk about, if you don't do it well, which god here is offended, master, you help me say something good over there, and make things round, anyway, when you are alive, you didn't wipe my tail for me. ”

Zhang Jinxia finished chattering, and turned her head to look at Fan Yingying: "Girl, in the future, you and Han Sicheng will come here to practice, I will say hello to my master, and I can be regarded as helping you introduce you." (To be continued.) )