Later, the homeroom teacher saw that a large group of students suddenly gathered around me, an introverted and low-key child, and felt that something was not right, and when I inquired, I was telling ghost stories again, because I had a history of confrontation with the nature teacher and claimed that there were ghosts in the world, so the homeroom teacher was directly angry this time and asked me to stand in the corridor until noon after school. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In this era of rockets going to the sky and astronauts landing on the moon, no one believes in the supernatural side of the world anymore, and my so-called talent is tantamount to a bunch of dogs. Even Mr. Zhou, Dr. Yin, and those I can't name, they are no longer proud of their abilities, and in this day and age, it is a burden to have such abilities and know things that ordinary people don't know. It's like guiding a ghost, you don't do it, because you know these things, your conscience is uneasy, and if you do it, you will be fined, which is a dilemma and chilling.

Mr. Zhou, how is he doing now? Is he really missing? Did Dr. Yin find him? Will I ever have a chance to see those things again? In this day and age, is it really so shameful to understand these things? And most importantly: Is the only talent I'm proud of just a waste of it?

When I came home from school at noon, when I walked to the second and a half floors, I looked at the porcelain vase that was broken last night and a few pieces of residue that had not been taken away, and my heart was even more uncomfortable.

I have to say that there are pros and cons to everything, and this major decision made by my parents has cut off my path to learning yin and yang, but it has given me a broader recipe.

As the saying goes, fish makes fire, meat produces phlegm, and radish and cabbage report safety. My parents have always believed in this saying, because they were afraid that I would get some cancer in the future, so since I was four years old, I basically did not eat red meat seriously, fish and chicken, but only once every three months, as for the most satisfying ribs, beef, I only remember two or three times.

And at noon today, I officially broke my vows. As soon as I got home, I smelled a smell of meat, and my mother stewed a big pot of beef, saying that I wanted me to make up for all the losses over the years! If you want to get your body back on, you can't do it without adequate protein supplementation!

After a full meal, it's time for the daily routine: push-ups! It seems that my dad is really moving.

The ten in the morning were enough for me, and now when I lay down, the muscles of my two arms hurt, but I gritted my teeth and persevered.

I was the focus of my classmates for a day, and my heart was full of satisfaction. When I went to bed at night, I still remembered the feeling of them all around me today.

In fact, introversion and withdrawal are two different concepts, and most people tend to confuse these two personality traits and think that introversion and withdrawal are the same thing. In fact, introverts are eager to communicate but can't find the right channels, while withdrawn people simply don't like to be around others, and I should belong to the former.

When I went to school the next day, I still hoped that they would come around and listen to my stories, whether they were true or not. But the fame of my focus that day was purely caused by running out on Sunday and alarming the head teacher, and this so-called fame had no real basis, and I quickly passed away.

But I was not reconciled, or continued to play my ability to make up stories, I suddenly recalled: last Sunday, many people were frightened by Mr. Zhou's coin, so based on this, made up such a story: a person rode a bicycle to work, found a hundred yuan bill on the ground, and immediately became a dark coin after picking it up... Although this story made me the focus of the class again, I was notified again because I crossed the minefield of the class teacher.

You can search for the supernatural incident in Shijiazhuang on the Internet, one of which is the story of this dark coin, I am really embarrassed to say, the initiator is me.

When I got home, my dad told me directly that if he talked about this nonsense in the future, he would beat me to death.

Everything I have is about to be cut off from the supernatural side of the world.

It's been an ordinary week, and it's not the same week as it used to be. Nothing happened in the ordinary, the difference was that the number of push-ups in me was forced by my dad to twenty, although each was not standard.

The days were like this, and in the midst of boredom, it was Sunday again.

According to the plan, the parents went to give the farewell gift in the morning and invited the Bodhisattva in the afternoon.

Fearing that something would happen to leave me alone at home, they insisted on taking me with them. It's still the same, a family of three, my parents ride a bicycle, and my mother takes me to the center of the city and to the XX shopping mall. When I was on the road, my dad kept complaining about me, I hadn't learned to ride a bicycle in the fourth grade, otherwise I would be a family of three and one for each person, how convenient it was.

Coming to this place again, I can't help but think of the land temple in front of this modern mall last Sunday night, and today, it must still stand in front of the mall, but no one can see it, no one cares.

My parents took me into the mall to buy a lot of things, most of them were food, snacks, canned food, supplements, up and down a total of a small thousand, according to my mother, I bought two sets of each thing, one set for Mr. Zhou, one set for Dr. Yin, not biased or biased. In addition, my dad also bought a new porcelain vase, which is considered to compensate for the broken one.

Our family went home with a large bag and found Mr. Zhou's shroud shop first, and the door was still locked.

My dad suddenly remembered that Mr. Zhou had said as early as last Sunday that he was going to leave for a while, and it seemed that he hadn't come back yet. And I know in my heart that Mr. Zhou is really missing. What the hell happened to him?

There was no way, our family could only go back to the house again, put down Mr. Zhou's gift for the time being, and then went straight to Dr. Yin's house.

When Dr. Yin opened the door for us, I saw him holding a picture in one hand. He saw that we were big bags and small bags, and the family of three was all in battle, fully armed, and after a moment of surprise, he let us into the house.

After entering the living room, Dr. Yin put the photo on the coffee table with one hand, and then there was a necessary greeting.

After the greetings, my father first made the purpose of the trip clear: "Mr. Yin, after our careful consideration, we have decided not to trouble you again from now on." ”

At first, Dr. Yin didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but when he saw my dad take out the "Practical Problem Training" and the porcelain bottle, he finally understood that our family of three was not good at coming.