Voluntary reporting? Didn't expect Dong Yongyuan and the others to be really successful?
Ji Lang's expression did not fluctuate too much, and he was not particularly surprised because Wu Miaomiao suddenly wanted to go to college: "Why did you suddenly change your mind?"
Of course it's because Xiang Gong you like female college students.
But if you say so, the Xianggong will be under pressure, so let's not say it for now. When the Xianggong recovers someday, he suddenly finds that I have everything he likes and will definitely like me more.
Alas, a good-looking person has privileges and makes people willing to do a lot of things for him willingly.
"Huh?" Seeing Wu Miaomiao not only didn't answer his question, but stared at his face in a daze, Ji Lang couldn't help but remind him.
"Oh, that's it." Wu Miaomiao came back to her senses, "Isn't it necessary to be a monk and a bachelor now? I thought about it, anyway, I have been studying for more than ten years, and it is not bad for these four years. "
Monk? Dong Yongyuan used this reason to persuade Wu Miaomiao. What a strange brain circuit is this, no wonder he couldn't persuade him no matter how he persuaded yesterday.
Regardless of the reason for deciding to go to study, since Wu Miaomiao decided to go, where Ji Lang would go further, he bent over and opened the desk drawer, took out a spare laptop from it, and handed it to Wu Miaomiao. : "The password is the end number of my mobile phone."
Wu Miaomiao took the computer, went to the rest area in the corner of the office and sat down, and turned on the computer.
Ji Lang glanced at it indiscriminately, thinking with some worry: This girl didn't plan to go to university from the beginning, and it is estimated that she did not take the college entrance examination very seriously. In addition, she always dozes during class on weekdays, so her scores will not be too high. . However, the scores are not high, and the college entrance examination is good or not, these are the second things. Is it just that Wu Miaomiao knows how to volunteer? Don't just fill it in. You fill in your volunteers and you are not admitted, so you will be busy.
Ji Lang couldn't help it, and suggested: "When you fill in your volunteers, ask your former classmates and teachers to see how to fill in properly."
"I have already thought about it, don't need to ask them." Wu Miaomiao believed.
"Did you think about it?" Ji Lang was startled. Didn't you just decide to go to college five minutes ago? Do you think about it? Have you checked the scores of the college entrance examination?
"Well, I plan to find a university closest to the studio, or the closest to my home, so that I won't be too far away from you." Wu Miaomiao said in his heart.
"..." Ji Lang squeezed his eyebrows with a headache. Fortunately, he asked, otherwise Wu Miaomiao must fail the ranking. "The university you are talking about is Haicheng University. Although Haicheng University is not as good as Qingbei, But it is also a century-old school with an admission score of more than 630 points each year."
"Haicheng University? Haicheng University, I found it." After Wu Miaomiao listened to Ji Lang's words, the mouse began to search for the application number of Haicheng University on the computer. After confirming that it was correct, he clicked three or four. Click the mouse to confirm the submission.
"Finish." After submitting, Wu Miaomiao closed the computer and sent the notebook back to Ji Lang.
Ji Lang stared at Wu Miaomiao in a daze, watched her approaching him step by step, and then put the laptop in front of him, asking in disbelief: "You... are you finished?"
"Yeah." Wu Miaomiao nodded.
"Haicheng University?"
"Yeah." Wu Miaomiao continued to nod.
Ji Lang took a deep breath, feeling that his 50,000 yuan bonus was probably in vain. If Wu Miaomiao was any of the four employees below, he would have to scold the other person with a dog-blood spray. Nine years of obligation, three years of high school, ten years of cold window, five minutes to decide to go to college, and then three minutes to waste this decision. It's...very good.
Ji Lang took the computer and put it back in the drawer, feeling exhausted physically and mentally.
This is the first time he has been worrying about other people's affairs in the past two decades. As expected, he has verified his consistent principle of dealing with things, so he shouldn't be nosy!
When Wu Miaomiao went downstairs, all the four in the studio looked at her blankly, trying to see something from Wu Miaomiao's face. But Wu Miaomiao's expression was too plain, and when she went downstairs, she continued to return to the district with her holding it, making it hard to see whether she had gone to fill out her volunteers.
Dong Yongyuan thought about his fifty thousand yuan bonus, scratching his heart and liver fiercely, but he didn't dare to ask. After finally waiting until the end of get off work, Ji Lang got down from upstairs, but the pair of Ji Lang's faces that were a little more gloomy than before, Dong Yongyuan was completely cold.
"Sure enough, it still failed?" Dong Yongyuan seemed to see the five hundred white and red tickets floating away from his hands. He once thought he was within reach.
"If you want to start something, it's a windfall, but in fact, you have nothing to lose." Shan Junyi comforted.
"Why not, a seafood meal." Dong Yongyuan said with a heartache.
In the early morning, Ji Lang suffered from insomnia again. He got up and went to the living room to receive a drink of water. When he opened the door, he found that the TV in the living room was turned on and was playing cartoons. Ji Lang was taken aback, and when he took a closer look, he found a certain puppet doll squatting on the coffee table looking attentively.
The little guy looked extremely attentively, Ji Lang poured a glass of water, everyone sat down on the sofa, and the little guy on the coffee table didn't look back at him.
It seemed that to not wake him and Wu Miaomiao, the little guy didn't turn on the sound when watching cartoons. At this time, the TV was like a pantomime. I don't know how this little guy watched it with such relish.
Ji Langjue took the remote control and turned on a sound.
Guitong was taken aback by the sound effects that suddenly appeared, turned around and found Ji Lang: "You can't sleep again?"
Ji Lang frowned: "Why don't you think you wake me up?"
"I didn't make a sound, so I wouldn't bother you at all. And you got up early in the morning and sat on the sofa until dawn. You got up again not long after you fell asleep today. You have been like this for two consecutive days. You must be sleeping. Nothing." Guitong said clearly.
"..." Ji Lang rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. This kid is quite clever.
"Are you doing too many bad things, that's why you can't sleep." Guitong said again.
"You know a lot." Ji Lang said.
"I'm a ghost, I specialize in scaring people who have done bad things. But you are not the worst. Many bad people have clearly done bad things, and they are still sleeping at night." After speaking, the childish voice of the ghost boy. There was a clear hint of hatred in it.
Ji Lang glanced at the ghost boy, and did not answer the conversation sensibly. He had enough nightmares every day, but he didn't want to hear it when he was awake.
"Hey, I still want to eat Oreo." Guitong suddenly shouted to Ji Lang.
"Am I being too good to you? What illusion caused you?" Ji Lang had a headache, and his face became cold. "Where did you take this place? A hotel? You dare to ask, believe it or not, I will do it now. Lock you in the drawer."
The ghost boy trembled in fright: "I, I won't eat your things for nothing. After three months, when my strength returns, I can promise to do something for you."
"Heh." Ji Lang sneered. He needs a little ghost to help him.
Just know that there are not many good people in this world.
There was disappointment in Guitong's eyes, but he stubbornly did not speak, and turned around to continue watching his cartoon.
Ji Lang saw the ghost boy finally disappeared, his expression relaxed a little, he let this ghost doll stay in the room only by looking at Wu Miaomiao's face, if something else had been thrown out by him long ago. In the end, I didn't expect this ghost doll to be rude. Yesterday, I only dared to sneak gluttonous biscuits. Today, not only did I watch cartoons on TV in the living room, I just opened my mouth to ask him for something.
Really know how to make progress.
When he was angry, Ji Lang felt that his head hurt again. He lowered his head and opened the small drawer under the coffee table. He remembered that there was a headache medicine in it. Ji Lang had a terrible headache and didn't have much patience. He stretched out his hand in the drawer and took out a few randomly, and took out a bunch of odds and ends. There were some leftover change when I didn’t know when to buy things, there was a charger that was extra when I changed my mobile phone, and there were a few batteries... Finally, Ji Lang finally found a medicine bottle for headaches, took a look at the expiration date, and found that it hadn’t expired. , He poured out one and swallowed it with water.
Since knowing that Wu Miaomiao had to consume a lot of witch power after blessing him, Ji Lang made up his mind to prevent Wu Miaomiao from using it easily. In fact, he can now have a stable sleep once a week, and his headaches have been relieved much more than before. If it were before, he would not need to take medicine for this kind of mild headache. It's just that I've been too comfortable recently, and my head hasn't hurt for a long time. It suddenly hurts and I feel a little uncomfortable.
Sure enough, it is easy to change from frugality to luxury, but difficult to change from luxury to frugality. If Wu Miaomiao leaves herself in the future, she will return to the previous state again...
When Ji Langguang thought of this, his mood became unreasonably bad. The cold breath hovered in the living room in an instant, and the ghost boy who had been trying to reduce his sense of existence suddenly shivered.
Fortunately, Ji Lang did not stay in the living room for too long. He returned to his room shortly after taking the medicine. He did not turn off the TV in the living room before leaving. This was a long sigh of relief for Gui Tongzi.
"Why did this wizard choose such a fierce boyfriend?" Guitong couldn't help but complain. Such a fierce man would not be a good dad at first sight. He will definitely not be a good father if he has children in the future.
After Ji Lang left, Guitong became more comfortable watching cartoons, and the episode ended unknowingly. Whether it was before or after his death, Guitong had never watched cartoons as happily as he does now, so even the ending songs of the animations were watched with great interest, without fast forwarding or changing channels with the remote control.
After the end of the credits, Gui Tong took up the remote control to change the channel, planning to find a new TV show, and then changed, he suddenly saw a familiar person on the TV.
That was an interview. The background was a small private orphanage. On the TV, a middle-aged man with half-white hair and old clothes was introducing the environment of the orphanage to reporters.
"I heard that this is a private orphanage?" the reporter asked.
"Yes." The middle-aged man said.
"How did that open?"
"About ten years ago, I picked up an abandoned child in the trash can on the side of the road. The child was so cute that I couldn’t bear to stay. Later, I picked up a few more, and I took the one from the suburbs. A small two-story building was rented and I lived there with the children. Then everyone around knew that I had adopted a child, and slowly, some people left the child directly in front of my house. In this way, the orphanage slowly It's formed."
"There are so many children, haven't you thought about not accepting them?"
"That's a life, it's a life that just came into this world, how can I bear it."
"I heard that you put all your fortune in the orphanage?" the reporter asked.
"Most of the abandoned children have defects. They are either born weak or have disabilities. I did spend a lot of money to treat them. Fortunately, there are many volunteers and caring people in the society. I donate money and materials from time to time, which has helped us a lot." The middle-aged man said affectionately.
At the end of the interview, the reporter appealed to the camera: "This is the Red Heart Orphanage. There are a total of 26 abandoned children. Although they have no parents, they still live a happy and strong life under the care of Dean Hong. More people like Dean Hong extend a helping hand to them and let them thrive."
Then two lines of subtitles appeared at the bottom of the screen, with the address of the orphanage, the donation account number, and the phone number of the contact person written on it. Behind the subtitles are the innocent and cute faces of the children in the orphanage.
"Hong Zhenqing!" Guitong stared bitterly at the kind-faced middle-aged man playing with the children on the TV.
Last time, if it wasn't for the three smelly Taoists, he would have killed Hong Zhengqing. Damn it, it will take three months for his strength to recover.
No, I can't make him so comfortable these three months.
Gui Tongzi turned around on the table, his gaze suddenly fell on the pile of coins next to him. This was discovered by Ji Lang just now when he was looking for medicine. There were a lot of them, there were more than a dozen.
Guitong looked at the coins on the table and then at the contact number displayed on the TV screen. It was Hong Zhenqing's mobile phone number.
Guitong suddenly got up, picked up two coins, carefully stuffed them into his little clothes, and then Guitong jumped directly from the coffee table with his chubby belly, then climbed onto the balcony railing, and jumped again. under.
With a snap, the ghost boy fell on the lawn downstairs.
Guitong stood up, and the first thing he did was to touch the coin on his chest. At this time, it was Cotton and his body did not hurt. After making sure that the coin was still there, he ran out of the community. After leaving the community, he ran along the road all the way.
Fortunately, it was early in the morning, and there were no pedestrians on the road. Otherwise, someone bumped into a slap-sized doll running under a street lamp. The scene must be very frightening. Guitong ran down the road for about twenty minutes, and finally stopped in front of a telephone booth.
This is a functional phone booth set up by telecommunications companies in order to make it easier for citizens to make calls when mobile phones were not popular. After so many years, many telephone booths have been demolished, but some are still preserved. The one that Guitong found is one of them.
Ghost boy got into the phone booth, climbed up for a long time, sat on the phone, and then spent a lot of time squeezing coins, dialing, and finally dialing the phone number he had just memorized.
The phone beeps, and after about five or six beeps, the call is finally connected.
"Hey?"
Guitong didn't expect to really get through, and his whole body was shaking with excitement.
"Hello, this is the Red Heart Orphanage, I am Hong Zhenqing." Hong Zhenqing habitually introduced herself.
"Papa Hong." Guitong suddenly said.
"Who are you? Are you the kid who went out from the orphanage?" Hong Zhenqing asked gently.
"I didn't go out from the orphanage." Guitong said with a smile.
"Are you a kid in the yard? Which troublemaker are you? Why don't you sleep? I'll come here and be careful I catch you and spank you." A rustling voice came from the other end of the phone, which seemed to be Hong Zhenqing. Get up and get dressed. At this time, Hong Zhenqing's voice was still gentle and amiable.
"I'm in the basement." Guitong continued to smile, "Daddy Hong, didn't you lock me in the basement? Don't you remember me?"
"Who are you?!" Hong Zhenqing's voice changed abruptly, and finally there was a touch of fear in his voice.
"It's me, you locked me in the basement three years ago, don't you remember. I'm so scared, you come to let me out, otherwise...I will come to you." The ghost boy's voice was tender and tender. Innocent, but this kind of sound, at this point in time, passed down the telephone line to ordinary people's ears, and the level of horror was visible.
After a sudden sound of breathing, the phone was hung up with a click.
After the phone call, Gui Tong smiled satisfied, did not stop, and went back the same way after leaving the phone booth.
In the Red Heart Orphanage half a city away, the dean Hong Zhenqing slumped on the carpet of the room with a pale front face, and his feet were the mobile phone he had just thrown away.
"Mischief, it must be a prank, there can be no ghosts in this world, there can be no ghosts." Hong Zhenqing brainwashed himself over and over again, "Impossible, impossible."
But his memory still couldn't help but remember a child three years ago. He was a very smart child, and he was very cute, but he was too smart and saw things that he shouldn't have seen. He didn't want him to die, he could have become the group of children who went out in the orphanage.
But no matter how Hong Zhenqing comforted himself, he was destined to not sleep peacefully this night.
On the second day, he got up as usual and presided over the things in the orphanage as I did in the past. At eight o'clock in the morning, volunteers came one after another. Some helped make breakfast, some gave toys and clothes to give money, and some came over to teach children how to read.
At the end of the day's work, Hong Zhenqing was very sleepy and fell asleep. The phone rang again in the middle of the night, and he connected the phone again in a daze.
"Father Hong, why haven't you come to the basement to find me? I'm so cold..."
Hong Zhenqing threw the phone out in fright, but the sound on the other end of the phone still didn't stop. The children's crisp laughter kept coming from the other end of the phone, and he laughed for a full minute, until the phone automatically hung up. until.
It was another sleepless night. It was not until dawn and the sun came in that Hong Zhenqing dared to get his mobile phone. He searched through the phone records received last night and found that the call time and call number of this call were the same number at the same time as last night.
For four or five days in a row, Hong Zhenqing received a midnight call every night. If he didn't answer, the call would keep ringing, calling it again and again, and calling it ten times before it stopped. Then at the same time the next day, this call will come again.
It's not that Hong Zhenqing has never thought about changing the phone number, but as the dean of the orphanage, in order to raise funds, the phone number cannot be easily changed, or even the phone cannot be turned off.
"Dean Hong, why are you looking so bad? Are you uncomfortable?" a college student volunteer asked with concern.
"It's okay, just didn't sleep well last night." Hong Zhen replied with a light smile.
"Dean Hong, you have to pay attention to your health, these children have to be taken care of by you." The college student volunteer said.
"I know." Hong Zhenqing thought for a while, then suddenly asked, "Xiao Zhao, can you check a phone number for me?"
"Number? What number?" volunteer Xiao Zhao asked.
"This." Hong Zhenqing showed the phone call records to the other party.
"Hey, how come you call you so many with this phone number, and you still call you in the middle of the night." Xiao Zhao said strangely.
"Yes, it was a harassing call. I didn't speak when I called. I didn't answer it later, but I still called every night." Hong Zhenqing said.
"This is a prank, no wonder you look bad, it's all caused by this phone call, let me check it for you." Xiao Zhao is a little angry, but Dean Hong is a good man who has taken away dozens of orphans. , How could someone play such a prank on him.
It took Xiao Zhao a lot of work to find the location of the phone: "I checked it. This is a public phone in the city center, near the old town."
"Public phone?"
"Yes, this person must be deliberate, no, we call the police." Xiao Zhao said excitedly.
"Don't don't don't, it's just a few phone calls, so you won't call the police. If I don't answer it, the other party may stop in a few days." Hong Zhenqing doesn't want to call the police. What if the police intervenes and finds out the content of the call?
"Dean Hong, you are too kind." Xiao Zhao disagreed.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" At this moment, a figure in a Taoist robe walked in from outside the orphanage.
"Qingxuan Daoist." Xiao Zhao knew Qingxuan, who was the Daoist of Taoist temple on Yihe Mountain. He knew some Chinese medicine and would go down the mountain every once in a while to check the health of the children.
"President Hong, your complexion is a bit bad, but what is it uncomfortable." Dao Master Qingxuan frowned when he saw Hong Zhenqing's face.
"The dean didn't sleep well, recently always..."
"Xiao Zhao, go see Tingting, she was talking about you last night." Hong Zhenqing interrupted Xiao Zhao.
"Really, then I'll go see her." Xiao Zhao didn't doubt, turned around and left.
"President, I'll help you get your pulse." Dao Master Qingxuan has been observing for a while. Although Dean Hong looks tired, there is no evil spirit on his body, and it is not the ghost boy who is at work. Since it is not sneaky, it is a physical illness.
"Do not bother."
"It's not troublesome, just take a pulse." Qingxuan smiled.
Hong Zhenqing couldn't refuse, so he sat under the tree beside Qingxuan Dao.
"Dean Hong, have you been frightened lately, or are you worried about something?" Qing Xuan asked, touching the pulse condition.
Hong Zhenqing looked at Qingxuan's cyan roadside, and thought for a while: "Actually, I have had a nightmare for several days in a row recently. There is a seven or eight-year-old child in the dream..."
Ghost boy! Qingxuan's eyes gleamed.
"I don't know what's wrong. I always dream of this child. Do you think I got something dirty?" Hong Zhenqing asked tentatively, "Dao Master, are there any... ghosts in this world?"
Qing Xuan smiled slightly and replied: "The dean really seems to have a nightmare. Where do ghosts come from in this world, they are just ghosts in people's hearts."
Dao Qingxuan's words just didn't want to irritate Dean Hong, so he deliberately said that there were no ghosts, but he didn't know that there was a ghost in his heart that really hit Dean Hong's heart.
"The dean is a person of great kindness, and he has his own merit to protect him, even if there are ghosts, there will be nothing." Qingxuandao said.
"Where did I get what merit?" Dean Hong said modestly, "If it is true, I won't have a nightmare."
It seemed that Dean Hong was really frightened. Dao Master Qingxuan thought for a while and pointed out: "Where did the string of Buddhist beads in Dean's hand come from?"
"Well, when I just founded the orphanage, a master passed by. After I stayed at the master for one night, the master gave me the prayer beads, saying it was accommodation fees." Dean Hong said.
"That's it, Dean, the master who gave you the beads has a very high Taoism. You carry this beads. There are no taboos and ghosts will not invade." Qingxuan said, "Not to mention whether there are ghosts in this world, even if there are, as long as If you meet you, the buddha beads will be wiped out."
"Really?" Dean Hong's eyes were slightly startled.
Is it all gone?
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Wu Miaomiao: Wait for my notice~~~~
Voluntary reporting? Didn't expect Dong Yongyuan and the others to be really successful?
Ji Lang's expression did not fluctuate too much, and he was not particularly surprised because Wu Miaomiao suddenly wanted to go to college: "Why did you suddenly change your mind?"
Of course it's because Xiang Gong you like female college students.
But if you say so, the Xianggong will be under pressure, so let's not say it for now. When the Xianggong recovers someday, he suddenly finds that I have everything he likes and will definitely like me more.
Alas, a good-looking person has privileges and makes people willing to do a lot of things for him willingly.
"Huh?" Seeing Wu Miaomiao not only didn't answer his question, but stared at his face in a daze, Ji Lang couldn't help but remind him.
"Oh, that's it." Wu Miaomiao came back to her senses, "Isn't it necessary to be a monk and a bachelor now? I thought about it, anyway, I have been studying for more than ten years, and it is not bad for these four years. "
Monk? Dong Yongyuan used this reason to persuade Wu Miaomiao. What a strange brain circuit is this, no wonder he couldn't persuade him no matter how he persuaded yesterday.
Regardless of the reason for deciding to go to study, since Wu Miaomiao decided to go, where Ji Lang would go further, he bent over and opened the desk drawer, took out a spare laptop from it, and handed it to Wu Miaomiao. : "The password is the end number of my mobile phone."
Wu Miaomiao took the computer, went to the rest area in the corner of the office and sat down, and turned on the computer.
Ji Lang glanced at it indiscriminately, thinking with some worry: This girl didn't plan to go to university from the beginning, and it is estimated that she did not take the college entrance examination very seriously. In addition, she always dozes during class on weekdays, so her scores will not be too high. . However, the scores are not high, and the college entrance examination is good or not, these are the second things. Is it just that Wu Miaomiao knows how to volunteer? Don't just fill it in. You fill in your volunteers and you are not admitted, so you will be busy.
Ji Lang couldn't help it, and suggested: "When you fill in your volunteers, ask your former classmates and teachers to see how to fill in properly."
"I have already thought about it, don't need to ask them." Wu Miaomiao believed.
"Did you think about it?" Ji Lang was startled. Didn't you just decide to go to college five minutes ago? Do you think about it? Have you checked the scores of the college entrance examination?
"Well, I plan to find a university closest to the studio, or the closest to my home, so that I won't be too far away from you." Wu Miaomiao said in his heart.
"..." Ji Lang squeezed his eyebrows with a headache. Fortunately, he asked, otherwise Wu Miaomiao must fail the ranking. "The university you are talking about is Haicheng University. Although Haicheng University is not as good as Qingbei, But it is also a century-old school with an admission score of more than 630 points each year."
"Haicheng University? Haicheng University, I found it." After Wu Miaomiao listened to Ji Lang's words, the mouse began to search for the application number of Haicheng University on the computer. After confirming that it was correct, he clicked three or four. Click the mouse to confirm the submission.
"Finish." After submitting, Wu Miaomiao closed the computer and sent the notebook back to Ji Lang.
Ji Lang stared at Wu Miaomiao in a daze, watched her approaching him step by step, and then put the laptop in front of him, asking in disbelief: "You... are you finished?"
"Yeah." Wu Miaomiao nodded.
"Haicheng University?"
"Yeah." Wu Miaomiao continued to nod.
Ji Lang took a deep breath, feeling that his 50,000 yuan bonus was probably in vain. If Wu Miaomiao was any of the four employees below, he would have to scold the other person with a dog-blood spray. Nine years of obligation, three years of high school, ten years of cold window, five minutes to decide to go to college, and then three minutes to waste this decision. It's...very good.
Ji Lang took the computer and put it back in the drawer, feeling exhausted physically and mentally.
This is the first time he has been worrying about other people's affairs in the past two decades. As expected, he has verified his consistent principle of dealing with things, so he shouldn't be nosy!
When Wu Miaomiao went downstairs, all the four in the studio looked at her blankly, trying to see something from Wu Miaomiao's face. But Wu Miaomiao's expression was too plain, and when she went downstairs, she continued to return to the district with her holding it, making it hard to see whether she had gone to fill out her volunteers.
Dong Yongyuan thought about his fifty thousand yuan bonus, scratching his heart and liver fiercely, but he didn't dare to ask. After finally waiting until the end of get off work, Ji Lang got down from upstairs, but the pair of Ji Lang's faces that were a little more gloomy than before, Dong Yongyuan was completely cold.
"Sure enough, it still failed?" Dong Yongyuan seemed to see the five hundred white and red tickets floating away from his hands. He once thought he was within reach.
"If you want to start something, it's a windfall, but in fact, you have nothing to lose." Shan Junyi comforted.
"Why not, a seafood meal." Dong Yongyuan said with a heartache.
In the early morning, Ji Lang suffered from insomnia again. He got up and went to the living room to receive a drink of water. When he opened the door, he found that the TV in the living room was turned on and was playing cartoons. Ji Lang was taken aback, and when he took a closer look, he found a certain puppet doll squatting on the coffee table looking attentively.
The little guy looked extremely attentively, Ji Lang poured a glass of water, everyone sat down on the sofa, and the little guy on the coffee table didn't look back at him.
It seemed that to not wake him and Wu Miaomiao, the little guy didn't turn on the sound when watching cartoons. At this time, the TV was like a pantomime. I don't know how this little guy watched it with such relish.
Ji Langjue took the remote control and turned on a sound.
Guitong was taken aback by the sound effects that suddenly appeared, turned around and found Ji Lang: "You can't sleep again?"
Ji Lang frowned: "Why don't you think you wake me up?"
"I didn't make a sound, so I wouldn't bother you at all. And you got up early in the morning and sat on the sofa until dawn. You got up again not long after you fell asleep today. You have been like this for two consecutive days. You must be sleeping. Nothing." Guitong said clearly.
"..." Ji Lang rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. This kid is quite clever.
"Are you doing too many bad things, that's why you can't sleep." Guitong said again.
"You know a lot." Ji Lang said.
"I'm a ghost, I specialize in scaring people who have done bad things. But you are not the worst. Many bad people have clearly done bad things, and they are still sleeping at night." After speaking, the childish voice of the ghost boy. There was a clear hint of hatred in it.
Ji Lang glanced at the ghost boy, and did not answer the conversation sensibly. He had enough nightmares every day, but he didn't want to hear it when he was awake.
"Hey, I still want to eat Oreo." Guitong suddenly shouted to Ji Lang.
"Am I being too good to you? What illusion caused you?" Ji Lang had a headache, and his face became cold. "Where did you take this place? A hotel? You dare to ask, believe it or not, I will do it now. Lock you in the drawer."
The ghost boy trembled in fright: "I, I won't eat your things for nothing. After three months, when my strength returns, I can promise to do something for you."
"Heh." Ji Lang sneered. He needs a little ghost to help him.
Just know that there are not many good people in this world.
There was disappointment in Guitong's eyes, but he stubbornly did not speak, and turned around to continue watching his cartoon.
Ji Lang saw the ghost boy finally disappeared, his expression relaxed a little, he let this ghost doll stay in the room only by looking at Wu Miaomiao's face, if something else had been thrown out by him long ago. In the end, I didn't expect this ghost doll to be rude. Yesterday, I only dared to sneak gluttonous biscuits. Today, not only did I watch cartoons on TV in the living room, I just opened my mouth to ask him for something.
Really know how to make progress.
When he was angry, Ji Lang felt that his head hurt again. He lowered his head and opened the small drawer under the coffee table. He remembered that there was a headache medicine in it. Ji Lang had a terrible headache and didn't have much patience. He stretched out his hand in the drawer and took out a few randomly, and took out a bunch of odds and ends. There were some leftover change when I didn’t know when to buy things, there was a charger that was extra when I changed my mobile phone, and there were a few batteries... Finally, Ji Lang finally found a medicine bottle for headaches, took a look at the expiration date, and found that it hadn’t expired. , He poured out one and swallowed it with water.
Since knowing that Wu Miaomiao had to consume a lot of witch power after blessing him, Ji Lang made up his mind to prevent Wu Miaomiao from using it easily. In fact, he can now have a stable sleep once a week, and his headaches have been relieved much more than before. If it were before, he would not need to take medicine for this kind of mild headache. It's just that I've been too comfortable recently, and my head hasn't hurt for a long time. It suddenly hurts and I feel a little uncomfortable.
Sure enough, it is easy to change from frugality to luxury, but difficult to change from luxury to frugality. If Wu Miaomiao leaves herself in the future, she will return to the previous state again...
When Ji Langguang thought of this, his mood became unreasonably bad. The cold breath hovered in the living room in an instant, and the ghost boy who had been trying to reduce his sense of existence suddenly shivered.
Fortunately, Ji Lang did not stay in the living room for too long. He returned to his room shortly after taking the medicine. He did not turn off the TV in the living room before leaving. This was a long sigh of relief for Gui Tongzi.
"Why did this wizard choose such a fierce boyfriend?" Guitong couldn't help but complain. Such a fierce man would not be a good dad at first sight. He will definitely not be a good father if he has children in the future.
After Ji Lang left, Guitong became more comfortable watching cartoons, and the episode ended unknowingly. Whether it was before or after his death, Guitong had never watched cartoons as happily as he does now, so even the ending songs of the animations were watched with great interest, without fast forwarding or changing channels with the remote control.
After the end of the credits, Gui Tong took up the remote control to change the channel, planning to find a new TV show, and then changed, he suddenly saw a familiar person on the TV.
That was an interview. The background was a small private orphanage. On the TV, a middle-aged man with half-white hair and old clothes was introducing the environment of the orphanage to reporters.
"I heard that this is a private orphanage?" the reporter asked.
"Yes." The middle-aged man said.
"How did that open?"
"About ten years ago, I picked up an abandoned child in the trash can on the side of the road. The child was so cute that I couldn’t bear to stay. Later, I picked up a few more, and I took the one from the suburbs. A small two-story building was rented and I lived there with the children. Then everyone around knew that I had adopted a child, and slowly, some people left the child directly in front of my house. In this way, the orphanage slowly It's formed."
"There are so many children, haven't you thought about not accepting them?"
"That's a life, it's a life that just came into this world, how can I bear it."
"I heard that you put all your fortune in the orphanage?" the reporter asked.
"Most of the abandoned children have defects. They are either born weak or have disabilities. I did spend a lot of money to treat them. Fortunately, there are many volunteers and caring people in the society. I donate money and materials from time to time, which has helped us a lot." The middle-aged man said affectionately.
At the end of the interview, the reporter appealed to the camera: "This is the Red Heart Orphanage. There are a total of 26 abandoned children. Although they have no parents, they still live a happy and strong life under the care of Dean Hong. More people like Dean Hong extend a helping hand to them and let them thrive."
Then two lines of subtitles appeared at the bottom of the screen, with the address of the orphanage, the donation account number, and the phone number of the contact person written on it. Behind the subtitles are the innocent and cute faces of the children in the orphanage.
"Hong Zhenqing!" Guitong stared bitterly at the kind-faced middle-aged man playing with the children on the TV.
Last time, if it wasn't for the three smelly Taoists, he would have killed Hong Zhengqing. Damn it, it will take three months for his strength to recover.
No, I can't make him so comfortable these three months.
Gui Tongzi turned around on the table, his gaze suddenly fell on the pile of coins next to him. This was discovered by Ji Lang just now when he was looking for medicine. There were a lot of them, there were more than a dozen.
Guitong looked at the coins on the table and then at the contact number displayed on the TV screen. It was Hong Zhenqing's mobile phone number.
Guitong suddenly got up, picked up two coins, carefully stuffed them into his little clothes, and then Guitong jumped directly from the coffee table with his chubby belly, then climbed onto the balcony railing, and jumped again. under.
With a snap, the ghost boy fell on the lawn downstairs.
Guitong stood up, and the first thing he did was to touch the coin on his chest. At this time, it was Cotton and his body did not hurt. After making sure that the coin was still there, he ran out of the community. After leaving the community, he ran along the road all the way.
Fortunately, it was early in the morning, and there were no pedestrians on the road. Otherwise, someone bumped into a slap-sized doll running under a street lamp. The scene must be very frightening. Guitong ran down the road for about twenty minutes, and finally stopped in front of a telephone booth.
This is a functional phone booth set up by telecommunications companies in order to make it easier for citizens to make calls when mobile phones were not popular. After so many years, many telephone booths have been demolished, but some are still preserved. The one that Guitong found is one of them.
Ghost boy got into the phone booth, climbed up for a long time, sat on the phone, and then spent a lot of time squeezing coins, dialing, and finally dialing the phone number he had just memorized.
The phone beeps, and after about five or six beeps, the call is finally connected.
"Hey?"
Guitong didn't expect to really get through, and his whole body was shaking with excitement.
"Hello, this is the Red Heart Orphanage, I am Hong Zhenqing." Hong Zhenqing habitually introduced herself.
"Papa Hong." Guitong suddenly said.
"Who are you? Are you the kid who went out from the orphanage?" Hong Zhenqing asked gently.
"I didn't go out from the orphanage." Guitong said with a smile.
"Are you a kid in the yard? Which troublemaker are you? Why don't you sleep? I'll come here and be careful I catch you and spank you." A rustling voice came from the other end of the phone, which seemed to be Hong Zhenqing. Get up and get dressed. At this time, Hong Zhenqing's voice was still gentle and amiable.
"I'm in the basement." Guitong continued to smile, "Daddy Hong, didn't you lock me in the basement? Don't you remember me?"
"Who are you?!" Hong Zhenqing's voice changed abruptly, and finally there was a touch of fear in his voice.
"It's me, you locked me in the basement three years ago, don't you remember. I'm so scared, you come to let me out, otherwise...I will come to you." The ghost boy's voice was tender and tender. Innocent, but this kind of sound, at this point in time, passed down the telephone line to ordinary people's ears, and the level of horror was visible.
After a sudden sound of breathing, the phone was hung up with a click.
After the phone call, Gui Tong smiled satisfied, did not stop, and went back the same way after leaving the phone booth.
In the Red Heart Orphanage half a city away, the dean Hong Zhenqing slumped on the carpet of the room with a pale front face, and his feet were the mobile phone he had just thrown away.
"Mischief, it must be a prank, there can be no ghosts in this world, there can be no ghosts." Hong Zhenqing brainwashed himself over and over again, "Impossible, impossible."
But his memory still couldn't help but remember a child three years ago. He was a very smart child, and he was very cute, but he was too smart and saw things that he shouldn't have seen. He didn't want him to die, he could have become the group of children who went out in the orphanage.
But no matter how Hong Zhenqing comforted himself, he was destined to not sleep peacefully this night.
On the second day, he got up as usual and presided over the things in the orphanage as I did in the past. At eight o'clock in the morning, volunteers came one after another. Some helped make breakfast, some gave toys and clothes to give money, and some came over to teach children how to read.
At the end of the day's work, Hong Zhenqing was very sleepy and fell asleep. The phone rang again in the middle of the night, and he connected the phone again in a daze.
"Father Hong, why haven't you come to the basement to find me? I'm so cold..."
Hong Zhenqing threw the phone out in fright, but the sound on the other end of the phone still didn't stop. The children's crisp laughter kept coming from the other end of the phone, and he laughed for a full minute, until the phone automatically hung up. until.
It was another sleepless night. It was not until dawn and the sun came in that Hong Zhenqing dared to get his mobile phone. He searched through the phone records received last night and found that the call time and call number of this call were the same number at the same time as last night.
For four or five days in a row, Hong Zhenqing received a midnight call every night. If he didn't answer, the call would keep ringing, calling it again and again, and calling it ten times before it stopped. Then at the same time the next day, this call will come again.
It's not that Hong Zhenqing has never thought about changing the phone number, but as the dean of the orphanage, in order to raise funds, the phone number cannot be easily changed, or even the phone cannot be turned off.
"Dean Hong, why are you looking so bad? Are you uncomfortable?" a college student volunteer asked with concern.
"It's okay, just didn't sleep well last night." Hong Zhen replied with a light smile.
"Dean Hong, you have to pay attention to your health, these children have to be taken care of by you." The college student volunteer said.
"I know." Hong Zhenqing thought for a while, then suddenly asked, "Xiao Zhao, can you check a phone number for me?"
"Number? What number?" volunteer Xiao Zhao asked.
"This." Hong Zhenqing showed the phone call records to the other party.
"Hey, how come you call you so many with this phone number, and you still call you in the middle of the night." Xiao Zhao said strangely.
"Yes, it was a harassing call. I didn't speak when I called. I didn't answer it later, but I still called every night." Hong Zhenqing said.
"This is a prank, no wonder you look bad, it's all caused by this phone call, let me check it for you." Xiao Zhao is a little angry, but Dean Hong is a good man who has taken away dozens of orphans. , How could someone play such a prank on him.
It took Xiao Zhao a lot of work to find the location of the phone: "I checked it. This is a public phone in the city center, near the old town."
"Public phone?"
"Yes, this person must be deliberate, no, we call the police." Xiao Zhao said excitedly.
"Don't don't don't, it's just a few phone calls, so you won't call the police. If I don't answer it, the other party may stop in a few days." Hong Zhenqing doesn't want to call the police. What if the police intervenes and finds out the content of the call?
"Dean Hong, you are too kind." Xiao Zhao disagreed.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" At this moment, a figure in a Taoist robe walked in from outside the orphanage.
"Qingxuan Daoist." Xiao Zhao knew Qingxuan, who was the Daoist of Taoist temple on Yihe Mountain. He knew some Chinese medicine and would go down the mountain every once in a while to check the health of the children.
"President Hong, your complexion is a bit bad, but what is it uncomfortable." Dao Master Qingxuan frowned when he saw Hong Zhenqing's face.
"The dean didn't sleep well, recently always..."
"Xiao Zhao, go see Tingting, she was talking about you last night." Hong Zhenqing interrupted Xiao Zhao.
"Really, then I'll go see her." Xiao Zhao didn't doubt, turned around and left.
"President, I'll help you get your pulse." Dao Master Qingxuan has been observing for a while. Although Dean Hong looks tired, there is no evil spirit on his body, and it is not the ghost boy who is at work. Since it is not sneaky, it is a physical illness.
"Do not bother."
"It's not troublesome, just take a pulse." Qingxuan smiled.
Hong Zhenqing couldn't refuse, so he sat under the tree beside Qingxuan Dao.
"Dean Hong, have you been frightened lately, or are you worried about something?" Qing Xuan asked, touching the pulse condition.
Hong Zhenqing looked at Qingxuan's cyan roadside, and thought for a while: "Actually, I have had a nightmare for several days in a row recently. There is a seven or eight-year-old child in the dream..."
Ghost boy! Qingxuan's eyes gleamed.
"I don't know what's wrong. I always dream of this child. Do you think I got something dirty?" Hong Zhenqing asked tentatively, "Dao Master, are there any... ghosts in this world?"
Qing Xuan smiled slightly and replied: "The dean really seems to have a nightmare. Where do ghosts come from in this world, they are just ghosts in people's hearts."
Dao Qingxuan's words just didn't want to irritate Dean Hong, so he deliberately said that there were no ghosts, but he didn't know that there was a ghost in his heart that really hit Dean Hong's heart.
"The dean is a person of great kindness, and he has his own merit to protect him, even if there are ghosts, there will be nothing." Qingxuandao said.
"Where did I get what merit?" Dean Hong said modestly, "If it is true, I won't have a nightmare."
It seemed that Dean Hong was really frightened. Dao Master Qingxuan thought for a while and pointed out: "Where did the string of Buddhist beads in Dean's hand come from?"
"Well, when I just founded the orphanage, a master passed by. After I stayed at the master for one night, the master gave me the prayer beads, saying it was accommodation fees." Dean Hong said.
"That's it, Dean, the master who gave you the beads has a very high Taoism. You carry this beads. There are no taboos and ghosts will not invade." Qingxuan said, "Not to mention whether there are ghosts in this world, even if there are, as long as If you meet you, the buddha beads will be wiped out."
"Really?" Dean Hong's eyes were slightly startled.
Is it all gone?
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