You shelter me from the wind and rain

I will never leave you

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The next day, before going to school, He was afraid and Zhang Qin chattered as usual, He Lai agreed absentmindedly, ate breakfast, took two buns and put them in the schoolbag, and went to school in a hurry.

Seeing that he is in good spirits today, he is a little confused, he usually goes to school listless and half-dead, what is wrong today?

It seems that last night's beating and scolding had an effect, and the stinky boy was really obedient, Zhang Qin smiled bitterly. To be honest, although her son is not angry and annoys her every time, after all, she is biological, and it hurts in her mother's heart.

The school is five kilometers away from home, why take the bus to go through three stops, all the way there are adults talking about an ancient painting, why is it a little confused, why does it sound so much like the painting in the school bag?

He hurriedly took out his mobile phone to check the Internet, and a news that "an ancient painting killed four lives" jumped into his eyes, and then turned it back, and the old man who sold paintings actually died two days ago!

The words "thousand-year curse" and "hoodoo" made his head "buzz" loudly.

There were still two stops left before the school, so he got off the bus in a hurry, found a remote alley, opened his schoolbag, and hurriedly threw the ancient paintings into the trash.

When he turned to leave, he suddenly heard the sound of "huh" crying behind him.

Hey, why does it sound like a little girl?

If you listen closely, no, the cry came from that trash can.

Mommy!

It won't be ......

He screamed, and ran away in fright, and didn't take a few steps, but he heard someone behind him say something to him, which made him unable to take a step.

"Please, I only have one friend ...... you."

This sentence is full of despair in the bitter pleading, He Lai's heart is trembling, entangled, the situation of the little girl in the painting is not his own experience!

Because of his severe stuttering, he was ridiculed by his classmates.

Because of his poor grades, no classmates wanted to be friends with him.

The other students were two people at a table, only him, sitting alone in the corner of the last row, and the teacher told him that as long as he didn't make a noise in class and didn't affect the other students, he could do whatever he wanted.

Now she has a new friend, and although this new friend is scary, she has not harmed herself! She is her friend, and if I don't want her, then she must feel very lonely. He has a deep understanding of the word "loneliness".

"Actually, neither you nor I have friends, friends, friends. ”

He sniffled, resisted the urge to cry, went to the trash can, mustered up the courage to pick up the painting again, wiped the dust off it, and saw the little girl in the painting crying, he sat on the ground and held her in his arms and began to cry.

"Don't, don't take you, don't take you, plague, plague, I, I, take you, be, friend, friend. Only, as long as you, you don't stop, go, go to harm people, I, I guard, guard you, protect you, protect you, I, we will never, never, never separate, okay, okay?"

"Very good. ”

Hearing the little girl's answer, he was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

Oh my mother!

This painting can actually speak!

"You...... Yes, it's human...... Or, it's a ghost ...... "Why is he trembling, and he almost pees his pants."

Hearing this, the little girl in the painting began to cry. As soon as he heard her crying, He Lai panicked. If someone sees it, they think I'm kidnapping.

The little girl stopped crying, told her life experience and encounters, and listened to this story from a thousand years ago, from inexplicable to suspicious, and from incomprehensible to relish. Passers-by saw him, and he moved to a corner of a nearby park to continue listening to her story, as for going to school, he had long forgotten about it.

The mosquito sucked my blood, and then I slapped the mosquito to death, and with a flick of my hand, the blood was thrown on your brow, just to lift your seal......

"Since this is the case, then why don't you, no, not come out?"

"I can't come out ......"

"You, you're painting, painting inside, face, what, what do you feel?"

"Very cold ......"

"Then I, I, how can I help, help you?"

"You're hungry, do you have food?"

"Huh, you, can you still eat, eat, eat?"

"Hold it to your lips and you're ready to eat. ”

He Lai nodded, saw that no one was coming, spread out the ancient painting, and handed the bun to her mouth.

"Closer, unreachable. ”

When the bun touched the picture gently, his eyes blinked, and the bun was half missing. If He Lai hadn't been mentally prepared, he would have fainted on the spot.

After eating the two buns, Murong Yan wanted to drink water again, He Lai opened a can of pure milk and handed the straw to her mouth.

"You, you drink quickly, quickly, others see it, they see it, they still think, they think that I, I am hair, I am nervous. ”

"Is there a latrine?"

"Why, what?"

"Why ask knowingly. ”

Thinking about it, he touched the back of his head and smiled, and then said stupidly: "Yes, big, large, or small, small?"

I was afraid that she wouldn't understand, so I deliberately explained the meaning of the large and small trumpets.

"Turn around and don't peek. ”

Why do you think it's very strange and fresh, people are eating and drinking in the painting, what should I do if I get a large size? I won't pull it on the painting, right?

He really wanted to see what was going on, but after all, the other party was a girl, and it was inconvenient, so it was actually nothing to take a peek, but if he made her angry and didn't make friends with him, the loss would be great.

It wasn't until Murong Yan said "Okay" that He Lai turned around and saw a puddle of water stains in front of the painting, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"It's so beautiful! Hurry up!" Murong Yan stomped her foot, as if she was a little angry.

"Go, go, where?"

"Study!"

No way!

Look at the time, I've been in the park for more than an hour! He Lai jumped up, packed up his things and rushed to school.

Actually, he didn't have to rush so much.

No one cares if he's late, and no one cares if he comes to school.

When he arrived in a hurry, the morning self-study had already ended, and he was in the middle of a Chinese class, so he slipped in quietly through the back door of the classroom. The Chinese teacher frowned, sighed, and didn't blame him, this kind of thing is commonplace, if the scolding is useful, how can his grades be a mess.

He didn't listen to a word of what the teacher said in Chinese class, and all he thought about was Murong Yan. Now that she's able to eat what she's handed her and is able to expel excrement out of the painting, here's the problem:

Why can't people come out of the paintings?

What kind of curse did she have?

How is this curse to be undone?

These three questions made him struggle from Chinese class until noon.

As for eating, that's how he did it. After cooking the meal, she slipped out of the cafeteria, found a corner where no one was, fed Murong Yan spoonful by spoon, and when she said she was full, she went to the cafeteria again to eat by herself.

Murong Yan wanted to go to the toilet, so she made three mouse cries in her schoolbag, and when He Lai heard it, she slipped into the men's toilet with her schoolbag on her back.

Niang Xipi, it's the first time I've been so sneaky to go to the toilet.

But that's a lot of excitement!

In the afternoon class, he was again immersed in the three questions in the morning.

At the end of the day, I didn't understand the questions, I didn't understand the course, and when I got home and opened the homework book, I was confused.

"Can you listen carefully?" Murong Yan was also a little angry.

"I, I'm not here, I'm thinking about how, how can I get you, you out, come out!"

"If I cure your stutter, will you work harder?"

"Just, just you, don't, don't, don't, tease, tease!"

"Why not believe me once?"

He thought about it, as if he wouldn't suffer anything, so he nodded and agreed, but for now, it was important to complete the homework first.

What surprised him was that Murong Yan "hid" in her schoolbag and listened to it very clearly, she remembered it very well, and repeated what the teacher said in class, which was equivalent to teaching He Lai another lesson.

He Lai listened very carefully, mainly because he felt fresh. The new content that the teacher said in class became more vivid and colorful through Murong Yan's mouth, and the homework was completed "brushing and brushing".

Seeing that he had finished his homework, Murong Yan asked him to hang the painting on the wall, then put his back on the painting, close his eyes, and breathe deeply. On his back, he gradually began to heat up, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and after a stick of incense, a mouthful of turbid air from the depths of his throat slowly spit out......

The next day, He Lai actually went to class on time and handed in his homework on time, and the students were surprised, this was the first time!

When the teacher corrected the homework, he was stunned, how could he do the questions completely correctly, and the handwriting was neat, is this really how the poor student did it?

In class, almost every teacher asked where the question came from, and he could answer it fluently.

This is a strange thing in the world!

All the teachers gave him a big compliment.

For the first time in his life, he was praised by his teacher, and he wondered how happy he was in his heart, all of which was due to Murong Yan's contributions, so he specially bought a bottle of yogurt as a reward. Unexpectedly, Murong Yan was not used to drinking, and she had a stomach trouble at night, so why did it come from, holding the painting and constantly going back and forth between the room and the bathroom.

However, it also gave him a sudden inspiration.

Wouldn't it be enough to pull Murong Yan out of the painting?

What surprised him was that Murong Yan was only ten years old, and his strength was really not small, he couldn't pull it no matter how he dragged it, but he tore his clothes.

At this time, a siren stopped at the entrance of the community. Four policemen got out of the car, two of whom went straight to his house.

Hearing the two policemen ask about his parents' ancient paintings, He Lai's heart trembled.

Could it be that he was seen in the park two days ago?

Seeing that He Lai's face changed, Murong Yan asked in a low voice, "Who is here?"

"Police!" He added, afraid that she would not understand, "it is what you called a quick arrest in those days, you committed four lives, and now you are about to be arrested." ”

As he spoke, he stomped his feet, and when he saw the police enter the house, he immediately panicked, and felt unsafe to hide the ancient paintings anywhere, so in a hurry, he rolled up his pants and hid them in the trouser legs.

He told her, I'm here, you're there!

The police obviously just went through the motions to ask, why did he keep his head down and only focus on doing his homework, and when he asked him questions such as "do you know", he answered that he didn't know. Whenever he was asked a question like "Did you see it?" he replied that he didn't see it. Whenever he was asked a question like "I don't know", he couldn't answer it clearly.

A policeman glared at him and said, "You don't know what your name is?"

blamed himself for not hearing clearly and answering, why did he really want to slap himself in the mouth. But he is a famous bad student, and the bad student has an advantage, he brags and doesn't make drafts, otherwise, how can he live under the iron sand palm of his parents?

"Please, I'm doing my homework, and you're asking questions about how to influence me to do my homework. I promise you, if I see this picture, I'll tell my parents as soon as I see it, okay? I beg you to hurry up and don't interfere with my homework. ”

It was the longest passage he had ever spoken, with clarity and fluency.

He was afraid and Zhang Qin was stunned. Why doesn't this kid stutter when he speaks?

"Dad, I was praised today by my Chinese teacher, my math teacher, my English teacher, my physics teacher, my chemistry teacher, and all my teachers!

He Lai proudly spread out his homework, and almost all the teacher's comments were surprisingly unanimous: Great! Keep it up!

He was afraid and Zhang Qin were stunned again.

Learning has improved by leaps and bounds.

Severe stuttering does not heal.

Why did this kid seem to change overnight?