I'm rubbing, this old man is too bad, I'm too rare for him to do this, "Ask you something, do you accept apprentices?" "I figured it out, mixing with him would definitely make my life exciting." Accept it, why don't you accept apprentices, but not you. ”

I'll wipe it again, you say that this sloppy old way is annoying, if you don't accept it, you won't accept it, and if you accept the whole apprentice, you won't accept me, this doesn't mean to embarrass me. "You accepted me as an apprentice, I still have a few bottles of good wine in the store, and I also opened a wedding company, in the city, called Jia Shu Wedding, there will be a wedding full moon or something, I will keep it for you when I encounter good wine, do you think?" If you take it in advance, you must give it first. The eternal truth, I got this to bribe the old man. "Bring me the wine!" Well, this old way is more realistic than me, and it deserves to be my favorite master.

After the old Taoist finished speaking, he sighed and continued: "You doll is clever, but the luck is too late, although you and I have fate, but we may not be able to have the status of master and apprentice, our Taoist pays attention to a ten thousand laws of nature, everything is good with fate." After listening, I looked at the sloppy old man in front of me as if I didn't understand, and the old man estimated that I couldn't understand his words either, so I continued: "Do you want to know what happened? "Damn, you know my mind too well, you definitely have the ability of ancient eunuchs to figure out the holy will, okay, little master, I nodded reluctantly.

Wang Daoren stretched out his hand and grabbed my wrist, and whispered: "I know that you feel strong, you close your eyes, concentrate, keep the spiritual platform a little clear, and let your breath be as long as possible." "The old language is like a magic spell, I cooperate with the words of the king, and slowly enter a state of self-forgetfulness, and suddenly, images flash in my mind like slides. When I saw Zuihou, I screamed "ah", and when I opened my eyes, I found that Lao Dao was holding my wrist with one hand and twisting his few thin beards with the other, looking at me and laughing.

"Is this all true?" After waking up, I immediately asked Wang Daoren, "It's all true, this is called a dream, that is, it makes you flash what happened to others in your brain in a psychic situation, because it just flashes, like a dream, so I call this situation a dream." "Lao Dao was afraid that I didn't understand, so he explained it to me in detail.

"I don't care if I can't live a dream, can we help her, she's too pitiful." I really pity this female ghost standing by the mailbox, but my own ability is limited, so I have no choice but to hope for the sloppy old way. "Poor people must have something to hate, doll, you must remember that it is a good thing to have a good heart, but you must be careful to use compassion, otherwise you will harm others and yourself." Lao Dao's words made me very confused, this female ghost is so pitiful, can we help Weishenme or not? But after thinking about it, this old way is not unreasonable, but I can't turn this corner for a while.

At this moment, the picture just now kept popping up in my mind, because the little girl's dress should be the outfit of the 80s, so I deduced that it was about more than ten years ago, and this article will call this little girl Xiaomei. The cause of the incident occurred in a junior high school, a boy in the third year of junior high school, wrote a letter to Xiaomei at that time, similar to the current love letter, let's call this Dongdong a letter, after all, even stationery was a luxury at that time.

There are no sensual lies in the letter of the current group of children, but more of those very hazy and pure thoughts. At the end of the letter, the boy agrees that the girl will meet at a high school.

This kind of thing is put now, it's not a matter at all, I still remember a joke that is more interesting: said that two junior high school students were in early love, the school teacher found the parents of both sides, and then vacated the office, let the two study how to deal with this matter, and when the teacher came back, the parents of both sides unanimously decided after repeated communication and exchanges, set this family business, love should start from the doll, the teacher listened to the suspension of the dizzy, but I am quite optimistic about the parents of both sides, after all, open-minded and sensible, and also very avant-garde.

But at that time, this kind of thing was a big disaster. I don't know why, this letter is not a love letter but something like a love letter, it was discovered by the teacher, and it was repaid, and he didn't study it seriously, but he was full of bourgeois elements, so after the school researched and decided, during the time period of raising the flag on Monday, the head teacher of the class read the letter in front of all the teachers and students of the school. That's not all, after reading it, not only did she give these two children a major demerit, but the teacher also did her best to use all the vicious language she could think of to slander these two young minds. Because in her view, this is the essence of education, and it is also the duty of a teacher. As everyone knows, Dayu relies on sparse water control, not blockage.

If the boy's eyes can kill, then this soul teacher standing in front of him has died at least a thousand, ten thousand, ten million times. But his eyes can't kill anyone, he can only bite his lip, silently endure everything in front of him, and let this "noble people's teacher" use all kinds of foul language to interpret his vision of a better life in the future. Drops, drops, drops, drops of blood, flowed down his lips, but the physical pain was far from relieving the violent convulsions in his soul. And the most innocent Xiaomei, except for crying, seems to be pale and powerless for any explanation.

That night, Xiaomei wrote a letter to Zuihou in her life. Xiaomei wrote dozens of pages of this letter, and she wrote all the hatred for this boy in her heart, her annoyance for this teacher, and her despair for this shijie between the lines, which was also the only way for her to vent. After writing it, Xiaomei threw the letter into the mailbox, and when she got home, she committed suicide by drinking pesticides.

But the child is always kind, when Xiaomei was dying, she realized that she couldn't be the same as the soul teacher, the letter would ruin the boy's self-esteem, self-confidence, personality, dignity and even life, at this time Xiaomei especially regretted delivering the letter, she didn't hate, even if she died, she didn't hate the boy anymore, she wanted to get the letter back, she wanted to get it back, and then burned it. But there is no dress rehearsal in life, and people cannot be resurrected after death, Xiaomei went, with kind thoughts.

Under the influence of this obsession, Xiaomei was unwilling to take the Huangquan Road and refused to drink Meng Po soup, but waited by the mailbox day after day, year after year, waiting for the postman to come over in order to retrieve the letter that could change the lives of others.

to be continued