Zhang Guan scratched his head unnaturally, and said first: "What are you stopping me for?" ”

Li Mingcaimei stared at Zhang Guan for a long time, bit her lips lightly, as if she had made up her mind, and then lowered her head to look at her shoes, so that people could not see her expression, and said in a cold voice: "I don't know how you know about that matter, as long as you promise me not to tell that matter, I will promise you everything." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

If Zhang Guan didn't know what the situation was by now, then he wouldn't have been admitted to the key No. 1 middle school just by one night of review, Zhang Guan, who was not very good-looking, waved his hand indifferently and responded: "No." ”

Then, Zhang Guan bypassed Li Mingcai and prepared to go to the tattoo parlor yesterday to ask why he tattooed himself a messy over-the-shoulder dragon, so that he could see the ghost.

Li Mingcai still didn't let go of Zhang Guan, trotted to catch up, stopped Zhang Guan again, stared at Zhang Guan with his head held high, and said word by word: "I promise you any conditions, as long as you don't mention that matter again." ”

Zhang Guan said impatiently: "Okay, then you can send me a pack of spicy noodles every day and stick to it for a week." As he spoke, he bypassed Li Mingcai again and strode away.

Li Mingcai's face was suffocated, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he looked at the back of Zhang Guan, who was gradually walking away, with a strange expression, and muttered: "It's really a little boy." ”

Zhang Guan chased Li Mingcai before, and at that time, breakfast and a cup of milk tea would be placed on Li Mingcai's table every morning, but every time Li Mingcai gave breakfast and milk tea to the surrounding classmates without appreciation, Zhang Guan insisted on giving up for a week, which also became a talking point that Zhang Guan was ridiculed at school.

Returning to the tattoo parlor he came to last night, Zhang Guan's face was not good at the moment, he glanced at the signboard at the door, and then strode into the tattoo parlor.

As soon as he walked in, a young man with a prickly hair who was wearing a vest and had a tattoo on his arms that he couldn't see what it was for a while, and the prickly haired young man greeted him with a smile: "Little brother, do you want a tattoo?" ”

Zhang Guan frowned slightly and looked at the visitor, did not answer the young man's words, and asked directly, "What about the old man last night?" ”

Hearing Zhang Guan's words, the tattooed young man was obviously stunned, and asked with a puzzled expression: "What old man?" I've always been in charge of this shop, and there's no second person. ”

Zhang Guan snorted disdainfully and said, "What the hell is pretending, I don't believe it, such a small shop can still hide ......" Halfway through his words, Zhang Guan stopped his mouth and looked at the wooden platform in a corner on the side with a shocked expression.

I saw a black and white portrait of an old man on the wooden platform, and there were three purple and red incense sticks burning in front of the statue. The portrait is the old man who tattooed Zhang Guan last night, and he is looking at Zhang Guan with a smile on his face in the frame.

At this moment, Zhang Guan felt as if a heavy hammer had hit his heart hard, a feeling of suffocation came up, and the noisy sounds around him seemed to slowly become smaller at the moment, and he couldn't hear it directly, and the scene in front of him began to become dizzy, and his body shook slightly, Zhang Guan had no choice but to squat down and close his eyes tightly.

The tattooed young man on the side hurriedly squatted down and asked, "Little brother, are you okay?" ”

Zhang Guan's whole body trembled, and it took a long time before he spit out a few words: "I'm fine." As he spoke, he slowly straightened up and walked out of the tattoo parlor with some staggering.

The summer noon sun was a little scorching, and the surface of the sun-dried road surface was steaming out of a cloud of mist, but at this moment, Zhang Guan felt that his whole body was cold from head to toe, as if he had been thrown into a 10,000-year-old ice cave.

Zhang Guan walked on the road step by step, without purpose, without direction, not knowing what was going on in his heart, just wandering until the night.

Walking to a slightly deserted path, Zhang Guan saw several figures surrounding a car, staring at the car, the car seemed to be doing something embarrassing, only to see the body shaking rhythmically, through the window you can see two figures stacked together, swaying up and down. Zhang Guan walked indifferently past the car, but heard the sound of someone talking in the car.

"Oops, someone walked over just now, they won't be seen, they all said don't do it in the car, it's so annoying."

"No, it's just passing by, I definitely didn't see it, let's continue."

Zhang Guan sneered and glanced at a group of spectators around the car, and muttered, "It turns out that ghosts are also lustful." ”

At this time, a young man wearing a hip-hop suit and a large headset on his ears shook his body as he walked, seemingly learning the posture of Dong Chou dragging and humming something.

Zhang Guan looked at the young man behind him with a miserable smile, a man who was dressed in white and half of his clothes were stained with blood, and his face was covered with a cloak, and he also followed the young man to swing his body, it seemed that imitating the appearance of Dong Chou was no worse than that of the young man, but he was shaking and his head fell off, so he had to stop dancing, pick up his head and put it on, and then floated to catch up with the young man, and continued to sway.

Zhang Guan looked up to the sky helplessly and whispered, "Damn, why do you want me to see these things, how will I live in the future." ”

Walk all the way to see the ghosts, all kinds of ghosts have seen all over again, the more ghosts are seen, the more calm Zhang Guan is, when he is about to arrive at the door, Zhang Guan is unwilling to clench his fists, after a long time, as if he has made up his mind, turn around and run into the distance, look at the direction, it is the direction of the tattoo parlor.

"Where is your dad buried?" Zhang Guan panted and propped up the counter, staring expressionlessly at the tattooed young man he saw during the day.

The tattooed young man was obviously shocked by Zhang Guan's words, and didn't reply for a long time, until Zhang Guan asked loudly again: "Where is your father buried?" ”

The tattooed young man frowned, pushed Zhang Guan away, and said with a hint of gloom on his face: "Neurotic, get out of me!" As he spoke, he kept pushing Zhang Guan out of the door with both hands.

Zhang Guan frowned as if he was thinking about something, and the next moment he suddenly cried, sobbing intermittently: "He... Elderly... When I was little... Saved me, I haven't... It's time to repay... He's an old man, he's gone, I want to give him... Give it a chance to finish... None of them. He began to cry again.

The tattooed young man said with a puzzled face: "My dad has been dead for more than ten years, was there you at that time?" ”

The corners of Zhang Guan's mouth twitched, and he hurriedly explained: "At that time, I was still young, and I was almost snatched by human traffickers, and it was your father who helped my mother stop the traffickers at the last moment, which is what my mother only told me recently." ”

The tattooed young man nodded thoughtfully, with a sad look of reminiscence, and sighed lightly: "Hey, my dad is such a good person." ”

Zhang Guan glanced at the old man who had been smiling on the portrait, and said in his heart: "Good people are fart." Thinking so in his heart, Zhang Guan still looked sad on the outside.

The tattooed young man patted Zhang Guan's shoulder and said, "You asked me where my dad was buried, I wanted to visit his old man's house, you have this heart, he didn't save you in vain when he saved you many years ago, I tell you, my dad is buried in ......."

Zhang Guan just stepped out of the tattoo parlor, wiped a handful of tears, his eyes suddenly became cold as water, and muttered: "I want to see what tricks you are playing!" ”