What made Zhang Chulan feel most puzzled was not what his grandfather had said, nor was it the fact that he had secret arts, but ...... Shoumiya sand.

The mysterious girl who speaks authentic Sichuan dialect, but claims to be from Wanwan, and pretends to be Zhang Xilin's granddaughter, that is, his cheap sister, can actually see that there is Shougong Sand under him!

No, that girl is not important, what matters is the author, the girl is just a tool man in the author's pen, and it is the author who really knows that he has a palace guard.

Who is this author?

First the names of his grandfather and father, then the secret of his secret art, and then the name of Shoumiyasha...... These are all worthy of him, and they certainly don't fit!

Who is it that understands him so clearly and reveals it in the form of comics?

Could it be his father Zhang Yude?

Since he was abandoned in the orphanage, he has never seen this irresponsible father again, could it be that his father came back and wanted to see him or ask him for something, but for some reason it was inconvenient to take the initiative to find him, so he used this method to attract his attention and let him find it himself?

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but rejoice, fortunately he didn't really report it just now, otherwise the clue would have been broken.

But how do you find this author?

Zhang Chulan thought about it, opened the website again, entered the comment area, and then left a word with a surging heart: "Dad? ”

Within a few minutes, a reply appeared under the comment, and the respondent's ID seemed to be the same as the author's name: "Son, good! ”

"Are you really my father?"

"Am I your father, you don't know?"

“……”

Zhang Chulan was trying to ask a few questions, such as what his mother's name was, to further confirm the identity of the respondent.

Who knew that he glanced at it and found that there was a small black dot behind the other party's ID, which was so small that it was easy to be ignored, and there didn't seem to be this dot in the author's name.

"You're not the author?"

"When did I say I was an author?"

"Then why are you pretending to be my father?"

"You didn't say who your father was, and when I saw someone calling my father, of course I agreed, and I made a son for nothing, and if it was you, you would agree."

“……”

Zhang Chulan was so angry, he didn't expect that there would be someone in the world who didn't shake Bilian than him, at this moment he really wanted to crawl along the network cable and let the other party know that not all sons are filial.

He was so angry that he didn't want to speak, but the other party became interested: "You said I was pretending to be your father, is your father the author?" Brother, your method of urging changes is very chic! ”

“……”

Zhang Chulan quit the website again and threw her phone aside, but because she was irritable, it didn't take long for her to pick up her phone again:

"Hey, Uncle Song, I'm Chu Lan."

"Chu Lan, what are you looking for me? In a few days, it will be Qingming, will you come back to worship your grandfather? ”

"Yes, Uncle Song. There's something I'd like to ask you for. ”

"What's the matter?"

"I heard that there are tomb robbers in my hometown, and I want to ask Uncle Song to help me go to my grandfather's place to have a look......"

"Tomb robbers?"

Uncle Song was a police officer at the local police station, and when he heard that there were tomb robbers under his command, he was immediately shocked.

For remote villages, stealing a few wreaths and reselling them is already very bad, and tomb robbing is ...... Isn't that something that only happens in movies?

Their pimples, their poor countryside, and their short history are short, how can there be any big tombs for the captains to patronize?

Only Zhang Xilin......

Thinking of Zhang Xilin, he was not calm at all, "Are you sure that there are tomb robbers here in us?" ”

"I'm not so sure. I heard, just heard. ”

Zhang Chulan snorted, not daring to tell the other party the source, and then he finally realized Shen Xinjue's feelings.

It's crazy to have a manga as a source!

Hearing that Zhang Chulan himself was not sure, Uncle Song breathed a sigh of relief, but it was related to the Zhang family, and he was not afraid of 10,000.

"Chu Lan, I'll go to your grandfather's place to have a look."

"Thank you, Uncle Song!"

Zhang Chulan also breathed a sigh of relief, although the things in the comics could not be true, at most, the author was very familiar with their family and deliberately used him as the protagonist.

But after reading the comics, I always feel that there is a shadow hovering in my heart, so I can let Uncle Song take a look at it in advance, and his heart finally fell back to its original position.

In a blink of an eye, it's the next day.

Zhang Chulan was in class, and suddenly the mobile phone vibrate, and the screen showed that it was Uncle Song calling, he hung up the mobile phone, rang again, hung up again, and finally stopped ringing.

Just as he was about to call Uncle Song back after class, a text message arrived: "Chu Lan, your grandfather's grave has really been dug up!" Tell me, where did you get the news from? ”

"Huh?"

Zhang Chulan couldn't help but exclaim.

"Zhang Chulan!"

It's still the professor from before, "I know you think the school's punishment of Shen Xinjue is a bit light, but that's not a reason for you to disrupt the order of the class!" What's more, in the final analysis, he just spoke inappropriately, and the criticism was already very harsh, and it was impossible for the school to expel him for a trivial matter! ”

"I didn't think the school was light, I just ......"

"Just what?"

"Just ......"

Because the matter was too bizarre, Zhang Chulan didn't want others to know, so he used his brain to deal with the past.

Unexpectedly, Shen Xinjue interjected cheaply: "Chu Lan, your grandfather's grave was really dug up?" ”

"Get out!"

The professor pointed to the door, and it was self-evident who to let out.

"Okay, Professor."

Shen Xinjue walked out of the classroom in a dashing manner, with a good attitude that the professor couldn't help but suspect that he was unrepentant and purely to skip class.

The professor felt powerless, but he still had to comfort Zhang Chulan: "Classmate Zhang Chulan, Shen Xinjue may have a brain...... Ahem, you know. What he said, don't take it to heart, I'll react to the school......"

However, Zhang Chulan changed her mind and hesitated slightly: "Professor, what if I say that my grandfather's grave has really been dug up?" ”

"What did you say?"

"I said, my grandfather's grave was really dug up."

“……”

The professor had a look on his face that he was teasing me, and after a while he spoke: "Classmate Zhang Chulan, I know that Shen Xinjue has caused you a lot of pressure, but ......"

"Professor, my grandfather's grave was really dug up." Zhang Chulan said seriously.

“……”

Crazy, crazy, all the people in this class are crazy!

The professor brushed his sleeves away.

As soon as he left, the classroom seemed to be a boiling pot, and the same table carefully touched Zhang Chulan's arm: "Chu Lan, what you said is true?" ”

"Of course."

"Then say that......" The tablemate swallowed his saliva and looked at him with sympathy, "Your little brother really has a palace guard, even masturbating and masturbating, no, even raising the flag will be very painful?" ”

Zhang Chulan: "......"

He seemed to have underestimated the sequelae of admitting that his grandfather's grave was dug up, and when he thought that his unspeakable secrets had been spread one after another, he suddenly became angry: "How is it possible! Who's going to get this thing on a penis? Lao Tzu didn't keep the palace sand, let alone masturbation, seven times a night is no problem! ”

"In that case, let's go to the big health care together that night!"

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