"Mother, that yellow skin is so pitiful. Shall we save it?" Zhang Zhaohua looked at the yellow skin and kept crying, her heart was sour, and she pulled her mother's hand.

"No, I can't. For Liu Qiaoye, cubs are the only thing she needs to consider.

Zhang Youping walked over, "Let's call the flowers." ”

Although he didn't want others to look at cubs with strange eyes, cubs were different after all. But Zhang Youping felt that there might not be anything wrong with cubs being different. At least he's not that ordinary.

"But ......" Liu Qiaoye looked at the man with some puzzlement.

Zhang Youping nodded to his mother-in-law, "Let him go." ”

"Mother......" Zhang Zhaohua looked at the pitiful eyes of the yellow skin pinched by Grandpa Jiwang's hand, and couldn't help but want to save it. It's like one of its playmates. Zhang Zhaohua can even recall that on the day of the accident, her little friend kept calling out to herself in her dreams. If I had woken up that day and called the people in the village in time to save people, maybe the result would have been different.

From that day on, in a short period of time, Zhang Zhaohua matured a lot and began to understand what death was all about. Those playmates who were still by his side a few days ago were different from before. Zhang Zhaohua seemed to feel Huang Pizi's eyes at this time, maybe the same as the last glances of a few playmates that day. How they wish they could be their saviors.

Liu Qiaoye let go of the cub's hand and said softly, "Go ahead." ”

Liu Qiaoye always obeys a man's decision, although she may still feel that the man's decision this time may not be correct, but she always can't bear to sweep the man's face in front of others.

Zhang Jiwang has been waiting for Liu Qiaoye's words. He didn't want to be the executor of the last fate of the yellow skin.

"Youping, buckwheat, you can think about it. If there's anything to do, don't blame me. I'm a handful of years old anyway. This yellow-skinned man dares to do things absolutely, and it's a big deal to give up this old life. Zhang Jiwang said in a deep voice, and the hand that spoke couldn't help but increase the strength in his hand a little.

Hearing Zhang Jiwang's words, the yellow skin actually shrank his neck, and his body trembled a little.

"Grandpa Jiwang, you can deal with it for me. My mom and dad agreed. Zhang Zhaohua ran to Grandpa Jiwang.

Zhang Youping also nodded.

"Okay. Called flowers, you be careful. The dog jumped over the wall in a hurry, this thing was provoked, and it dared to bite. Zhang Jiwang reminded.

Zhang Zhaohua took the yellow skin from Zhang Jiwang's hand, and the yellow skin was very obedient, and it was motionless in Zhang Zhaohua's hands.

Zhang Zhaohua put Huang Pizi on the ground, and Huang Pizi did not flee immediately.

Then an even more jaw-dropping scene happened. The yellow-skinned man stood up, and his two front feet made a gesture, looking like a child at all.

"What is this?" Zhang Jiwang looked at the scene in front of him dumbfounded.

The people in the village were amazed, they didn't expect a yellow skin to have such spirituality. At the same time, he is also more convinced that Zhang Zhaohua is the kind of psychic person. A psychic person is able to communicate yin and yang, and can communicate with the gods. Ordinary people fear the gods, but they never want to come into contact with such psychic people.

"Let's go, don't come to the village in the future. Zhang Zhaohua said.

The yellow man turned to leave, walked a few steps, and turned back to Zhang Zhaohua. Then he burrowed into the woods and disappeared.

Zhang Benrui and his family moved away from Zhang Zhaohua's house on the same day and went to their brother's house. Every family in the village donated a little money to help Zhang Benrui's family. In the countryside, no matter whose family suffers, the people in the village will not stand idly by.

Life is difficult, life is too fragile to nature, and vulnerable groups must learn to help each other in order to survive in any difficult moment.

The reason why Zhang Benrui and his family left Zhang Zhaohua so quickly was not because they were afraid of causing trouble to Zhang Zhaohua's family, but because they were afraid of Zhang Zhaohua. You can easily drive the possessed demon spirit out of Ma Jinxiu's body, and even the psychic Huang Shulang is so afraid of Zhang Zhaohua.

Every time they were looked at by Zhang Zhaohua's curious eyes, the two of them felt numb in their hearts. Who knows what's going on in that little head?

Zhang Benrui's resolute attitude towards leaving made Zhang Youping and his family a little surprised. This is not the character of Zhang Benrui at all. Could it be that after this ordeal, these two people have changed their sexes?

The next day, Zhang Zhaohua was criticized more seriously by the villagers at school.

Although they didn't dare to say anything in front of Zhang Zhaohua, it didn't prevent them from talking behind their backs.

Zhang Zhaohua is used to playing with herself, sometimes catching a locust in the mountains behind the school and counting how many pairs of wings there are. Or open an ant nest and study why the same ants will make such a big difference. Sometimes, pick a few flowers and put them on your ears to see if the butterflies will treat him as a flower......

Meiziao Primary School is also a very important transit point for information dissemination in Meiziao. As a relatively important member of this transfer station, Gong Ziyuan's information channels are naturally also very smooth. When eating in the cafeteria, the new teacher Gong Ziyuan learned the legendary story of Zhang Zhaohua from several local private teachers in Meiziao.

As a deep-rooted materialist, Gong Ziyuan will always scoff at such strange talks. But many times, what a person says may not be unbelievable. But countless people keep saying the same thing in your ear, and there are not too many people who can be calm. Gong Ziyuan began to be a little suspicious. He wanted to get to the bottom of it. So Zhang Zhaohua appeared in his office.

"Now the whole school is telling your story. You tell the teacher, is it true that the weasel became a sperm?" Gong Ziyuan said.

"I don't know. Zhang Zhaohua scratched her head, she couldn't help the teacher, and her mother didn't let her tell the truth.

"You don't know?" Gong Ziyuan felt a little unable to ask, "Didn't the children in your village say that you cast a spell to save your neighbor?"

"I don't know. Zhang Zhaohua was also very embarrassed, and her mother didn't let her tell the truth, but she didn't tell herself how to tell a lie.

"Then why did you let that weasel go?" Gong Ziyuan felt a sense of powerlessness. If this kid says something to bring to you, maybe he can analyze the truth of Zhang Zhaohua's words, but this kid doesn't play cards according to the rules, what's going on.

Zhang Zhaohua almost didn't say another sentence "I don't know", but when she said it, she suddenly felt that this question could be known, "That yellow skin is so pitiful." I saw it cry too. ”

"I see. Gong Ziyuan nodded. This is a lie. The world is still materialistic.