Uncle Qin wiped his tears while telling Fang Rui the ins and outs: The boy in the pink shirt was called Ma Fan before, and he was a Chinese teacher at this school more than thirty years ago. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Ma Fan was alone when his parents died when he was a child, and after becoming a teacher, he devoted himself to his work, and his teaching ability was very good, and Xu Kai, who was still a mathematics teacher at the time, was the most capable young teacher in the school. Uncle Qin was still a primary school student at the time, because his family was poor, he was almost about to give up studying, it was Ma Fan who took out his meager salary to help him continue to study, and usually took care of him, Uncle Qin treated Ma Fan as his father, and was very respectful and grateful to him.

In the autumn of that year, the school suddenly had a leader of the Provincial Education Bureau to inspect, and the school leaders at that time were ready to arrange an open class to show the school's teaching level, and the teacher in the class measured Ma Fan and Xu Kai for a long time, and finally chose Ma Fan, and also told Ma Fan that as long as he did well in this open class, he would recommend him to teach in the provincial school. Ma Fan, who hoped to go to a better school to teach, was naturally overjoyed, and in order to prepare for classes, Ma Fan stayed up all night for several times, and because of this, he suffered from a cold and fever. Worried that the quality of teaching that day would decline because of the school leaders considered changing the open class to let the same young and promising Xu Kai come to attend, Ma Fan resolutely disagreed and repeatedly assured that the body could bear it, the school leaders were helpless and really unwilling to temporarily replace the person and agreed to Ma Fan's request, and afterwards I heard that Xu Kai was very dissatisfied with this. Ma Fan, who had taken a lot of medicine, seemed to be much better, and almost didn't look sick that morning. Because the open class is the first class in the afternoon, so Ma Fan hurriedly drank a few sips of water in the office after the morning class and returned to the dormitory, wanting to change into a new white shirt to go to the open class, maybe it was because he had taken too much cold medicine, he was sweaty and a little dizzy, and Ma Fan, who wanted to relax his nervousness for a while after leaving the open class, decided to take a shower. There was no one else in the public bath at noon, and everyone was busy receiving the leaders from the province. Ma Fan, whose head was getting more and more dizzy, didn't realize the abnormality of his body, and just wanted to take a shower to lift his spirits, but he didn't expect that just after taking a shower and changing into a new shirt, he fainted, and his forehead hit the cement floor heavily, and the blood suddenly dyed his white shirt red like a spring, plus the water stains on the bathroom floor, when others found him, he was already soaked in blood, like wearing a pink shirt lying in a pool of blood, and died.

"Was it an accident?" Fang Rui asked after listening to Uncle Qin's narration.

Uncle Qin shook his head sadly, and paused for a while before resuming the narrative: When Ma Fan accidentally fell to his death, the school teachers were shocked, and the prepared open class was naturally lost. After that, the only opportunity to recommend teaching in a provincial school was given to someone else, and this person was Xu Kai. Everyone regretted Ma Fan's accidental death, if he hadn't taken too much cold medicine and his head was dizzy, how could he fall down when he took a bath? And only one of them expressed doubts about Ma Fan's accidental death, and that was Uncle Qin. Uncle Qin told Fang Rui that he suddenly felt like he was going to have diarrhea in the middle of class that morning, so he had to leave the classroom halfway. On his way back to the classroom, he passed by the teacher's office, the door of the office was hidden and he only inadvertently glanced in, a glance that made him spend the rest of the year in frustration, frustration at why he should look at that more cowardice at himself.

What Uncle Qin saw was that Xu Kai put a pill into the medicine bottle on Ma Fan's table. At that time, although he felt a little strange, he didn't realize anything, and it wasn't until the news of Ma Fan's accidental death came that he suddenly realized that what he saw might cause an uproar. Uncle Qin was too young back then, he didn't dare to mention this matter to anyone except her mother, Uncle Qin's mother was just an ordinary peasant woman, but she had the unique fierceness and shrewdness of mountain people, she knew about this and beat Uncle Qin hard, and repeatedly told him that no one was allowed to talk about this matter anymore, so she rotted it in her stomach, and even let Uncle Qin choose to drop out of school and leave the school completely. In this way, Uncle Qin lived with the biggest secret of his life, but every time he dreamed back at midnight, he could always dream that his beloved Teacher Ma had a smiling face at first, and then gradually became bloodied until it turned into a black skeleton. Uncle Qin, who was haunted by this nightmare, couldn't live a normal life, and he was worried and remorseful every day. It wasn't until Uncle Qin returned to school to become a dormitory administrator that this nightmare stayed away from him, as long as he lived in this dormitory building, he would only dream that Teacher Ma was wearing a pink shirt and wandering around the building with a pale face, every time Uncle Qin wanted to come up and talk to him, but he couldn't catch up with Ma Fan's footsteps. Uncle Qin felt that Ma Fan's soul was still residing in this dormitory building and had not left, and he felt that Ma Fan should have known that Xu Kai had done something in his medicine bottle, but how could an ordinary dormitory administrator dare to revisit the old matter with Xu Kai, who was already the principal, to seek justice for Ma Fan? So Uncle Qin can only silently work as an administrator in the dormitory building, with a meager salary, he is not willing to find a better way out again, the reason is that he wants to stay here to accompany Ma Fan, his most respected teacher is also the person he is ashamed of in his life, even if he is lonely and hard, he wants to stay and be a companion to Ma Fan, and it is also a punishment for his cowardice back then.

When he learned about Xu Kai's death yesterday morning, Uncle Qin actually felt a sense of joy and relief, and immediately went to buy some paper money to burn to Ma Fan, just hoping that he could know the news in time to leave this place.

I didn't expect that Xu Kai, who was a teacher, would have such an ulterior side, but Fang Rui guessed that Xu Kai's change of medicine was definitely not a medicine that could poison people, otherwise the police at that time would have been able to find out, at most it was sleeping pills and the like. Xu Kai, who had a competitive relationship with Ma Fan, probably wanted Ma Fan to fall asleep and miss the open class, but he didn't expect that there was an accident, and the groggy Ma Fan fell to his death directly. Poor Ma Fan, if he didn't take a bath, maybe he wouldn't have fallen into the hard bathroom concrete floor, and if he didn't insist on going to class sick, it wouldn't cause Xu Kai's dissatisfaction. Of course, there are no ifs in this world, and everything seems to be predestined.

Did Ma Fan's life book already write all these things? Fang Rui looked at the scrap of paper that had burned out in a daze, the more he looked at what happened to these people, the more terrifying he felt, Fang Rui didn't dare to imagine what was written in his life book. Bai Jingjing once told him that there are almost no beings in this world who can look through their own life books, just like those fortune tellers can use some means to spy on other people's life books but can never see their own.

After comforting Uncle Qin for a while and promising to ask him to leave here earlier if he saw Ma Fan again, Fang Rui dragged his tired body back to his dormitory, Fang Rui, who walked into the room with his head down, suddenly felt cold, as if the temperature around him had dropped a lot, Fang Rui, who raised his head, was frightened by the scene in front of him, his mouth opened wide, his room was empty, only the faint blue light flickering waves and Ma Fan standing in front of him.

Fang Rui instinctively took a step back, the door behind him was already closed, and he didn't dare to act rashly. Ma Fan's face was pale as if he had brushed a layer of ****, the whole person was wet, and the pink shirt looked more like a bloody coat that had been soaked in water and faded at this time.

"You... What do you want to do? Fang Rui asked with difficulty.

"Help me, I can't go." The pupils of Ma Fan's eyes shrank for a moment, and in a moment, there was only a black spot the size of a pin's eye.

"Why can't you go? How can I help? Fang Rui had already stepped back and pressed against the door, Ma Fan was slowly approaching him, the expression on his face became more and more hideous, his mouth slowly opened and became incredibly large, his pale skin quickly shrank and blackened, and finally turned into a black skeleton with his mouth wide open and bit towards Fang Rui.

Fang Rui didn't even have a chance to shout for help, he just subconsciously stretched out his right arm to block his head, a sharp pain felt that Ma Fan had bitten his right arm, and in the hot pain, Fang Rui heard a soft pop, countless red silk threads emerged from his right arm, and instantly wrapped around Ma Fan's black skull, and a burst of black smoke came out from the place where the red silk thread and the skeleton fitted. Ma Fan let out a terrible scream, struggling desperately, the red silk threads were indeed more and more bundled, and even gradually cut into the bones of the skull.

Fang Rui felt that the strength of his whole body was slowly draining along the red silk thread of his right arm, and the red silk thread became more and more until finally Ma Fan was wrapped in his entirety, hanging in front of Fang Rui's eyes like a huge ball of red yarn. And Fang Rui had already lost his strength and sat on the ground. In the flickering red light, the huge sphere was slowly shrinking until it became the size of a basketball, the red silk thread began to slowly withdraw from the sphere, and returned to Fang Rui's arm, a trace of warmth gradually spread from his right arm, Fang Rui felt that the strength in his body slowly returned, and it was even warm and very comfortable.

When the last red silk thread seeped into Fang Rui's right arm, what hung in front of him was no longer a black skeleton, but a book with a black cover, but the cover was a little broken, and you could see that there were many pages under the cover, and there were many pages with missing corners.

Could this be the book of life that Ma Fan incarnated after his death? Fang Rui suddenly realized that what Ma Fan said about not being able to leave was probably because his life book was damaged, but how to repair it? Without Bai Jingjing by his side, Fang Rui was at a loss for anything. Suddenly, he remembered the store manager, Old Man Luo. Immediately, Fang Rui took out his mobile phone, although there was no signal, but the special mobile phone allowed him to dial Old Man Luo's phone very smoothly, when Old Man Luo's voice rang on the phone, Fang Rui was almost moved to tears. After describing the current situation as quickly as possible, Old Man Luo said very easily on the other end of the phone: "You can repair it, why are you calling me?" ”

"I won't!" Fang Rui wailed.

"You have a 'mix', just think about it, this is one of the basic skills of a clerk!" After Old Man Luo finished speaking, he hung up the phone irresponsibly.

It's too rash, I'm still in my internship! Fang Rui complained in his heart, Ma Fan's life book began to shake violently, as if something was about to break open and jump out of the life book, and the black skull phantom that jumped out of the book was slowly becoming real. We can't wait any longer, and there's a good chance that the book of destiny will change back again.

Fang Rui was suddenly as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, Bai Jingjing didn't know where to run, and Old Man Luo only had one sentence, how could he repair the book of life? Do you have to get another bite on your right arm to get it done? Fang Rui, who was in an emergency, bit himself regardless of it, but unfortunately nothing happened except for pain.

Just when Fang Rui could only watch Ma Fan's life book gradually disappear, and the black skeleton became more and more obvious, there was a sudden sound like glass being broken, and the background of the original blue light and shadow peeled off piece by piece like broken glass, and a figure came in from the shattered place.

The figure reached out and grabbed the almost transparent book of life, and at the same time, the black skull was shattered by the person who came at it in an instant. The man stood there, his hand caressing the cover of the book of fortunes, as if he were caressing his lover's face. He had black hair, but a long thumb-thick braid at the back of his neck that hung down to his waist. Dressed in black, like a gown and like a Hanfu, the clothes are nondescript, but there is a strange harmony on his thin body, his skin is fair, a pair of peach blossom eyes, plus a straight nose bridge and thin lips, which make people look like a spring breeze. However, what surprised Fang Rui was that the man's left eye was blood-red, and it seemed to be shining a faint red light in the dark night.

The man got the book of life, glanced back at Fang Rui, and his whole body suddenly jumped up, before Fang Rui could come back to his senses, this person had disappeared, and Fang Rui's surroundings also returned to the appearance of his dormitory, as if nothing had happened just now. Fang Rui, who couldn't sleep anymore, was confused and shocked for a while, and the sky began to slowly brighten, and a new day began.