"Don't say that you saw the Golden Tiger in the future, do you know?" When he returned home, Liu Qiaoye hurriedly told Zhang Zhaohua.

Zhang Zhaohua glanced at the five little friends who had been silently following him, and he didn't understand why his mother wanted him to lie. The kindergarten teacher said that if you say that a good child can't lie?

In terms of the choice of listening to the mother or the teacher, most of the little children will choose the latter. The teacher announces the standard answers. So Zhang Zhaohua did not respond.

"Do you remember what my mother told you?" "Where does Liu Qiaoye not know the psychology of his cubs?

"Oh. Zhang called the flower boss reluctantly.

Although such a big thing has just happened, Mei Ziao's life still has to go on. For several days, there was not a single laugh to be heard in Meiziao, and the village was unusually quiet.

But life must go on, and the work in the field cannot be wasted. The memories left by the five children to Mei Ziao are just a few more piles of new soil in the mass grave. Children like Jin Hu and others who died young are not allowed to enter the ancestral grave, or even pile graves. The memories they left behind may be like their graves, slowly submerged by the weeds.

For a long time after the accident, Zhang Zhaohua's parents did not allow Zhang Zhaohua to go out.

Zhang Zhaohua had to sit on the threshold of the gate every day and look at the white clouds floating in the blue sky, and the five friends sat next to Zhang Zhaohua.

"Jin Hu, why don't you talk to me? I'm so bored at home alone. Zhang Zhaohua looked at Jin Hu sitting beside him and said.

If someone was here, they must have seen Zhang Zhaohua talking into the air.

Jin Hu, Fugui, Xiao Shu, Dog Baby, and Man Cang are still naked, just like them in the pond to bathe. A rural child is nothing with a bare buttocks, and Zhang Zhaohua doesn't feel anything wrong. Originally, his mother told him that when the Golden Tiger died, people would become ghosts when they died. What he saw was a ghost. Zhang Zhaohua has been afraid of ghosts since he was a child, but he doesn't know why, but when he sees these five friends, he feels that the friends are still alive.

Zhang Youping carried a load of beans and placed them heavily on the cement lawn in the yard, and wiped the sweat with a sweat towel wrapped around the flat shoulder. Then he took off his hat and prepared to go into the house to drink saliva.

"Cub, who did you talk to just now?" When Zhang Youping just entered the yard, he seemed to hear who his cub was talking to, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Golden Tiger. Rich and rich, they are all there. Zhang Zhaohua pointed to the threshold and said.

Jin Hu and the five of them were looking at Zhang Zhaohua in a daze.

Zhang Youping seemed to feel a yin wind blowing towards his face, and his heart was gloomy, knowing that his cub was entangled in dirt. I was in a hurry, but I couldn't do anything.

In the evening, Zhang's grandparents also came over, and the uncle and aunt also followed. Grandparents live with Uncle Zhang. Stayed in an old house. Zhang's family built a house the year before last and moved out of the old house.

"It seems that she is entangled by those five imps. For a while, Yuhua talked to the five little ghosts every day. Zhang Youping was worried and kept smoking cigarettes.

"Youping, just go and call Ma Daochang to come and see Ha. "Zhang asked Grandpa Hua to come up with an idea. Ma Daochang's name is Ma Goro, and he is a sailor of the Meishan Sect. He usually likes to wear Taoist robes, and the people in the village call him Ma Daochang. Usually the village looks for him when he looks at the cemetery and the foundation, and at one time, people who believe in superstition also come to him. He also works part-time as a doctor, and some barefoot doctors in the village will also go to him for diseases that are not good.

"Dad, isn't this okay? If you invite Ma Daochang over, everyone in Meiziao will know about it. I'll have to treat my cub like a monster in the future. Zhang Youping was very worried.

Liu Qiaoye was also unwilling, "That is, although my cub can see them, they didn't harm my cub." Actually, that's fine. ”

Grandpa Zhang's authority was not reflected, and he was very annoyed, "Your cubs, you decide for yourself." Don't let something happen to you and regret it too late. ”

Zhang Youping and his family thought about it, but they still didn't want to call Ma Wulang.

But paper can't hold fire, and there is no impermeable wall in the world. Although Zhang Youping's family deliberately concealed it, the news that Zhang Zhaohua was haunted by ghosts still spread. The children in the village were warned by their parents that they were absolutely not allowed to play with Zhang Zhaohua. But Ma Goro came uninvited.

Not long after Zhang Zhaohua's birthday, Ma Wulang came to Zhang Zhaohua's house with a stick wrapped around the top with many strips of cloth of various colors. The appearance of the rod is somewhat like the rod full of sugar gourds that was bought in the city.

Zhang Zhaohua moved a small four-legged bench and sat under the eaves, watching with relish the ants in a small hole in the corridor as they moved in.

Golden Tiger, Fugui, Little Bolt, Dog Baby, and Mancang formed a circle, and they also watched it with relish.

At this time, Ma Golang forcefully stuck his staff in the corridor of Zhang's house. The corridor was not paved with cement, just mud adobe pounded tightly with wooden cones. Ma Goro directly inserted the staff in his hand into the adobe. The strip of cloth at the top kept shaking. There was also a bell tied to the staff, and when the staff paused, the bells on it jingled.

Zhang Zhaohua was startled, thinking that a trafficker had come. Jin Hu and the others hurriedly hid behind Zhang Zhaohua.

"Which one are you looking for? My father and mother are not at home. Zhang Zhaohua still stood up boldly.

"I'm looking for you, your father and mother are not at home. Ma Goro slammed the staff in his hand on the ground again.

Zhang Zhaohua's body trembled in fright, and said tremblingly, "You took me away and couldn't sell it, I remember my father's name, and I remember where my family lives." You sell me, and I'll run back on my own. ”

"It's fine. I don't have to sell it if I take it, you just give me a begging for food. If you don't obey and want to run, I'll break your leg so you can't run. If you want to shout someone, I'll feed you dumb medicine and make you dumb. Ma Wulang smiled and deliberately made up a story to scare Zhang Zhaohua.

How can a child withstand this battle? Zhang Zhaohua was immediately frightened and cried by Ma Wulang. Jin Hu and a few of them were also so frightened that they cried.

"Don't cry!" Ma Golang saw the staff in his hand and hit the ground hard. The bells jingled.

Zhang Zhaohua cried and cried so much, but he didn't dare to cry out loud.

"My father and mother will be back soon, you traffickers can't run away!" Zhang Zhaohua wiped her tears and thought of another idea.

"When I came here just now, I saw your father and mother pulling grass and spreading fertilizer in the field. Not going to come back all of a sudden. Everyone in the village knows that you are haunted by imps, and no one will come to your house. Ma Wulang completely broke off Zhang Zhaohua's thoughts.

Zhang Zhaohua wanted to cry, but he was afraid of angering the person in front of him.