When his father died, his best friend Qiu Qingjun was by his side, Qiu was his father's student, and the age difference was a few years from his father

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Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info before dying, my father took the hands of Brother Qiu and me, and said with tears: "Jun, you know the hardships of my life, you have to write me a sacrificial text, your younger brother is still young, you will teach him well for me in the future." ”

Brother Qiu nodded tearfully, his father left, and he left with confidence.

That night, Brother Qiu stayed up late to write a memorial to my father, when the countryside was still a small oil lamp, and on a June day, the room was stuffy, and Brother Qiu opened the window to cool down.

At this moment, only a faint sound was heard outside, like the sound of a small bee collecting nectar among flowers.

"Sir, are you here? I'm writing a tribute to you, are you satisfied? ”

Brother Qiu said.

Suddenly, the oil lamp went out, and at that time, there was no wind.

Brother Qiu felt very strange and shouted: "Sir, don't scare me, the writing is not good, I will revise it again, please don't turn off the lights." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the oil lamp turn on again.

Brother Qiu was surprised, so he had to try his best to rewrite it, after he finished writing, he read it in a whisper, but before he could finish it, a gust of wind suddenly blew and the oil lamp went out.

"Sir, is it poorly written? I can change it again, if you have supernatural powers, turn the lights on. ”

Brother Qiu is a feng shui gentleman, he only believes in feng shui, and he doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, he just says it casually.

Unexpectedly, the oil lamp really came back on.

"Sir, go back first! I will definitely check it carefully and write it carefully. ”

Brother Qiu said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a moth fly around the oil lamp, landed on the memorial text, and then flew up again, and flew straight out of the window.

The moths flew away, and strange things didn't happen anymore.

Brother Qiu calmed down and checked the sacrificial text, and was surprised to find that there was a sick sentence in the sacrificial text, and that sick sentence was the place where the moth stopped, that is, the place where the lights suddenly went out just about to be read.

"Sir is truly superb, this is the first time I've ever seen such a strange thing happen in my life."

The next morning, Brother Qiu told everyone about this and sighed with emotion.