Chapter 122: 00's towing oil bottles (3) (1)

Duan Qingen successfully relied on these complaints to allow these children to succumb to the future and no longer say that Father Zheng is a monster.
Zheng Yuxuan is very happy, she never praises her praises to her good friends; "Qing En, you are amazing, you are so smart!"
Duan Qingen also accepted her praise very politely.
The pretty little loli in a skirt was very happy: "They must not dare to say bad things about my dad in the future."
Duan Qingen: "Not necessarily. Maybe they will say it again. Do you think they are like talking people?"
Little children are Laipi in themselves.
It is absolutely impossible to speak.
For example, today they do not want to do their homework, they begged their parents, all kinds of coquettish begging, and vocal promises that today is definitely the last time to not do their homework. From the next day, they must obediently do what.
But by the next day, such words will reappear.
Therefore, sometimes you ca n’t blame parents for not treating their children. It ’s true that some children really talk and do n’t count. It ’s typical to throw them after they ’ve spoken.
Duan Qingen; "We have to think of something else."
Ten minutes later, the little boy in pants was sitting on a large rock in the wasteland behind the building, and a group of children around him listened intently:
"Liu Xiaoliang looked up and found that the person talking to him was actually an eye, not right, not an eye, but a giant with eyes so big."
"The giant is full of thorns. He is in pain while talking. He told Liu Xiaoliang that if you help me to remove the thorns, I will give you a gift. Liu Xiaoliang looked at the giant eyes higher than himself. She shook her head and said, "No, you are too big. When will I stab you to stab you? The Queen of Bees is still waiting for me to return with nectar. If she cannot return within an hour, she will not let it go. Past Miss Butterfly '. "
"The giant's voice is as loud as the bell ringing in a temple. He said," I am a time giant, I can control time. When you help me with a stab, I can control the time and not move. In this case, no matter if you help me How long does it take, the time will not change, you can still go home after pulling out. 'Seeing Liu Xiaoliang still hesitant, the giant said,' If you help me, I will send you a watch that can stop the time, if you want Stop the time, press and hold the stop, the time of everyone else will stop except you, how about it? Would you like to help me? '"
Having said that, he stopped.
The obsessed children who were listening a long time ago were immediately anxious, urging one by one:
"Hurry up and say, has Liu Xiaoliang promised to help him with a stab?"
"You must have promised me, if I did, I would have promised."
"My cousin has a watch. It looks really good. He let me wear it for a while."
Most of the families living in their cots do not have a TV. Even if they do, most of the TV remote controls are in the hands of adults. Even if they are on vacation, these children are not allowed to watch TV.
After all, the family now refers to the parents-in-law son-in-law and grandchildren, but no young married and went out to live alone.
My parents went out to work, but grandma is still at home.
At their age, they are afraid of hurting themselves when they walk around. They can't work or work. The biggest fun is watching TV in the house.
The old man loves his grandchildren, but there is no conflict between loving his grandchildren and preventing them from watching TV.
Watching TV is not good for your eyes, children, if you want to play, just go out and run, and grab a TV with their old guy.
This year's children are not too much doted, especially the honesty where Duan Qingen is, most of the parents living in Tongzilou are how their parents treated them when they were young, and they treat their children like that.
disobedient? hit!
do not study? hit!
immature? hit!
Anyway, it ’s the buttocks that I slap with my own flesh. Now the children are very skinny and not bad.
Some have been beaten and don't remember much, then next time they will beat, most of them are from morning to night, and at most noon comes back to cook, but there is no time to educate the children.
If you run into disobedience, you still have to scold two little rabbits for being in a blessing without knowing it.
Like when they were young, it was difficult to eat meat.
Now they go to school every day. After school, they just need to run wild every day and don't know how happy they are.
It's so happy, how can you have a face to grab a TV with an old man who has been suffering for a lifetime.
As for any villain books, cards, jumping frogs, big spinning tops, these will not be bought.
Little kids, it's enough to run around and buy these messy things.
Therefore, among children, if anyone can have a villain book or a picture book, it must be passed on to each other.
It is conceivable that when they were barren in terms of knowledge and entertainment, they were so excited and anxious to hear the following story after Duan Qingen said such a story in line with the expectations of children.
No matter what they say, the innocent little boy just killed himself today without saying anything.
"I'm tired and I haven't finished my homework yet. I'm going back to write my homework."
Immediately, an acute child grabbed his arm and begged: "Qing En, you can finish, what happened in the end, did Liu Xiaoliang rescue the princess of the butterfly, did he help the giant stab, it was really Will he give him a watch with time magic? "
Duan Qingen was particularly firm.
"I don't say, I used to play with you and you didn't play with me, so I won't tell you."
"We play with you. You can play whatever you want. Otherwise, you should be an eagle. Let's play the eagle and catch the chicks."
In order to hear the next story, a group of children worked hard to please the little boy in front of Bai Jing, but Duan Qingen remained unmoved.
"I don't want to say anyway today, well, I'm going home to do my homework, don't follow me."
After speaking, he took Zheng Yuxuan who had been looking at him with adoration.
A child still wanted to catch up and ask, and Duan Qingen said, "If you bother me again, I won't talk tomorrow," I was scared back.
They can only sit depressed on the big rock, thinking about what the rest of the storyline is.
On the other side, the two children went upstairs and sat at their desks. Zheng Yuxuan was looking at his best friend with worshiping eyes.
"Qing En, did you think of this story yourself? You are so good, what's the back? Did Liu Xiaoliang rescue the butterfly princess? Did he bring the wings that the princess gave him?
In the face of his own Xiao Qingmei, of course, Duan Qingen couldn't intentionally say nothing like treating those children.
He was very honest: "I don't know, these are just made up by me."
It's as if an author of an online novel without an outline didn't know what he was going to write before putting his hands on the keyboard.
I made it up temporarily, of course, thinking about where to write it.
Zheng Yuxuan's face suddenly filled with disappointment: "You don't know."
Duan Qingen: "Otherwise, tell me what ending you want, the next time I speak, I will follow your thoughts."
Hearing a story, participating in a story with myself, of course, the latter is more popular with children.
Zheng Yuxuan couldn't be happier. "Really?"
"Of course. You are my best friend."
So in the following morning, Zheng Yuxuan didn't write his homework, and devoted himself to writing his own vision of the story in the book.
Whenever she could not write but knew how to read it, she went to the dictionary.
Duan Qingen was doing her homework while taking a glance at how she wrote occasionally.
Zheng Yuxuan, who wrote the story for the first time, was so enthusiastic that she was so happy that she didn't even look up the dictionary and wrote pinyin directly. She wrote a whole page.
When Wang Xiuhong came back, he saw that the two children were serious and didn't make a noise, so they washed their hands and started cooking.
When it was almost time for dinner, Zheng Yuxuan's mother came to call her home for dinner.
Mother Zheng, although not very good-looking, has a very gentle temperament. She is really not that old. It may be because she has had to work hard to earn money since her husband's accident, and she is almost ten years older than Wang Xiuhong.
Fortunately, Dad Zheng is not the kind of man who does not do housework even if he does not make money. Although he only has one arm and one leg, he usually learns to do housework with one leg against the wall when he is at home.
He can't do the work of mopping the floor, but he can still cook anything.
Mother Zheng distressed him and replaced her to cook during the holidays.
Today is when Mother Zheng cooks.
Zheng Yuxuan, who was writing vigorously, quickly covered the book and whispered to Duan Qingen, "I put this book with you, and you must not let anyone see it."
Even if she knew that what she wrote would definitely be adapted and adapted by Duan Qingen, it is still very different from being heard by her peers and viewed by her parents.
Duan Qingen patted his like a decent figure; "Rest assured, I'm sure I'll put it well for you."
Zheng Yuxuan went home.
Not surprisingly, she was asked to take a nap after lunch.
Wang Xiuhong would not ask Duan Qingen in this way. In order to make a lot of money, she usually left after dinner and cleaning the bowl, leaving Duan Qingen free to move, whether he wanted to go out to play or stay at home for a nap.
This is how she knew her son wouldn't run around. If she were to be a mischievous child like Chen Zhanhao, Wang Xiuhong would definitely take her son to the factory together.
Without her husband, Wang Xiuhong found no difference.
The only difference may be that there are no wine glasses on the dinner table, and there is no voice scolding and abandoning her. She always cooks only those dishes.
The mother and son finished the meal calmly, and Wang Xiuhong went to work.
After she left, Duan Qingen, who thought she would stay at home for a nap, opened the drawer, took out the manuscripts and paintings she wrote in the morning, and turned out the picture book Wang Xiuhong had bought for him, looking at the last page. Address, find a piece of paper and copy it down.
Then I packed all these things in a bag and carried them all the way to the post office.
Some people are still on duty at the post office. I saw Duan Qing'en, a small and well-behaved little beanie coming over, and the twenties duty was a little soft.
He deliberately walked out and opened his mouth with a gentle and soft tone, as if he was afraid to scare the child who was very cute at first glance.
"Child, what are you doing at the post office? Are you lost?"
"Hello sister."
Duan Qing'en asked a good first, then handed her the bag, and deliberately lowered the voice, and the original voice sounded more tender.
"I want to send something."
Sending things, such a small child to send things by himself?
This girl hasn't seen a child being sent to send things, but she hasn't seen such a young man like Duan Qingen.
In addition to being young, he also looks very well-behaved, his face is white and his body is clean, and even the shoes under his feet are not dirty.
You know, this is so rare for a time when children are playing around.
How can a parent let him send things by himself when such a child is stunned?
The girl thought in her heart, but smiled more tenderly after the clear black eyes of Qing Duan.
"Child, what are you sending?"
Duan Qingen handed the bag up in his hand again, "This is the one inside."
The girl picked up the bag, and while taking out the paper from the inside, she said gently: "We send things here to be weighed. I will weigh you first."
She took out the book and picture book inside, and looked at the picture book that was spreading its wings and choked.
"this is?"
Duan Qingen held his chest up, showing the pride of the children.
"I drew it."
"Did you paint it? It was great too."
Treating such a cute child, this girl does not hesitate to compliment her, not to mention that she is not conscientious, but really feels that this Phoenix painting is particularly good.
You know, this is not the information age of later generations. At this time, people basically rely on telephones, and TVs are not available to every household. Although it will not be more than ten years, many people basically have all configurations. Yes, but at this time when it has just begun to develop, most people still have little access to new things.
Therefore, such situations as paintings are hard to come by unless they are gifted or have been taught since childhood.
It is conceivable how the girl felt when she saw such a big child who could draw such a gorgeous phoenix.
At this moment, she had two feelings in her heart.
One: I'm so big that I can't even paint an egg. I'm useless than a child.
Two: How old is this child? It is too great to draw such a powerful painting without going to elementary school.
These two feelings bounced back and forth in her heart, and finally merged together.
After all, I feel that children are terrible and that their waste is not in conflict.
She turned a few pages, seeing that the subsequent paintings were of almost excellent quality, and immediately admired the little beans in front of her.
"This is really what you painted. You are so good. Who did you learn from?"
Duan Qingen worked hard to make a "I'm super proud" kid.
No way, children are like this, they can't hold themselves up when they are boasted.
He: "I followed the picture book myself. I went to see the phoenix stele over Lao Linzi and painted it."
The girl was even more surprised.
When she heard the picture book, she thought that Duan Qingen meant that he put the paper on the picture and printed it.
But when she heard the Phoenix stele behind, she couldn't believe it.
There is a phoenix stone monument on their side of the old forest. It is said that the former queen stayed. Later, they said that they would throw feudal superstitions. This stone monument would not be broken, so they were lifted and thrown to the old forest that.
She had also seen this stele when she was a child. The carving was indeed very realistic and extremely detailed, as if there was really a phoenix on it.
Now look, the phoenix on the picture book you are holding is indeed exactly the same as that on the stele.
But it was normal for a child to print according to the book. Looking at the stone tablet that could not be printed, Lintong painted such a picture, she was really surprised.
Moreover, the little child in front of him said that he had drawn it without a teacher.
This is too unbelievable.
The girl crouched down and looked at Duan Qingen seriously and asked, "Children, did you really draw this yourself? It wasn't an adult painting, and no teacher taught you?"
Duan Qingen nodded, "Yes."
girl;"……"
She looked up and down at the little boy in front of him. The clothes on his body were not expensive but ordinary, his life was white, his exposed arms were white and tender, and his face was more lovely than other children.
Not to mention the good-looking features, just other kids like him are running wild, their faces are dark, not to mention that they are dirty, wearing a shoe can give their toes Pushing it out, but he was clean and tidy, and it made people like it.
If you look at this one at a glance, you know that you are a well-behaved child.
The girl stood up doubtfully, walked behind the stage, and asked, "Where do you want to send it?"
Duan Qingen took the piece of paper with the address and phone from her bag and handed it over.
"I want to send it here."
The girl also knows words, otherwise she can't do public work.
She looked at the address above, "The publisher?"
"Yes."
Duan Qingen worked hard to make his eyes full of longing.
In the eyes of the girl, it was a cute and white boy with a look of expectation on his face, and a pair of black eyes like grapes seemed to contain stars, and the tender voice said:
"I want to submit my stories and paintings to the publishing house. Aren't they going to accept the manuscript? Mine is also the manuscript."
"Yeah ..."
The girl was a little embarrassed watching the stories written in the elementary school workbook and the beautiful paintings in the small picture books.
"But you are so young that you should study hard. If you do these things, it will affect your grades."
Little children, studying is the right thing to do. There is no need to delay the business for these reasons.
Moreover, although the girl didn't understand it, she also guessed that most of the manuscripts in this kind of publishing house were mostly acquaintances. Duan Qingen sent it directly and it was normal for the manuscript to be rejected.
She said, "You're asking for a dollar for it. Do you have money?"
Adults rarely give money to such a small child. Since this child comes by himself, shouldn't he have money?
Then she watched, Duan Qingen stomped her feet, and put a piece of money banknotes on the table.
Continue to look at her with star eyes.
girl:"……"
She thinks that this dollar is definitely going to fetch water.
She continued to persuade: "If you like to paint, you can learn while painting, and wait for a little bit to grow up before you submit your papers. Now you are too young. Painting is really very energy-intensive. It's really asking for help. "
As soon as she finished speaking, the girl saw the little boy's eyes that had been obediently looking at her suddenly turned red.
Not only was the eye circles red, but a sob was also heard.
girl:"???"
In any case, her voice seemed to be very gentle, why did this child cry? ?
Duan Qingen didn't plan to let this girl take a pan, he just whimpered and covered his eyes, his voice was full of choking:
"My dad, my dad is dead, and now my mother is very hard to support me by myself, so I thought, sucked, and thought of submitting to the publishing house. Our teacher said that the publishing house would pay the manuscript fee. I thought Make money, help my mother ... "
Sympathy immediately appeared on the girl's face, and she quickly coaxed: "Don't cry, don't cry, I'll help you, I'll help you now."
"Will you send it with an envelope? I happen to have an unused envelope with stamps on it. I will help you fill in the editor's receipt. When this happens, your letter will be sent directly to the editor. The editor knows Is it the biggest editor of the publishing house? If he likes it, you can make money to help his mother. If he doesn't like it, it doesn't matter. You study hard. You usually do more housework and help your mother. "
Covering his eyes for a long time, tears twitched in the eye sockets, and the end of his eyes turned red. The poor-looking little boy raised his head and said weakly:
"Thank you, sister, you are so nice."
What a polite child.
At this age, I know how to be polite, can draw pictures, and know how to help the family share the pressure.
It would be nice if she married her children in the future.
As she thought about it, she helped Duan Qing'en put these in an envelope and wrote the address.
Duan Qingen continued to speak sweetly: "Thank you sister, sister, will they reply to me?"
The girl was not very clear. She recalled the classmates who had contributed to the publishing house when she was in school. She was uncertain: "Should reply in a month, it will take a while for you to send it. It will take a while to send it back. "
Duan Qingen nodded, "Thank you sister."
"It's okay, thank you. Does your family have a phone? If you leave your phone, I'll call you and ask you to pick it up."
The Duan family did not have a phone. It was not that they couldn't afford it, but that the father did not like the phone.
Because of his bad temper and bad temper, his family broke up with him, and his colleagues didn't like that he didn't want to deal with him. The phone call and no one would only remind him how failed he was.
Duan Qingen said: "I don't have a phone at home, but I can come here every day. Please trouble my sister to help me pay attention."
"no problem."
The girl agreed.
Regardless of her polite temper or his miserable family background, she was willing to help him.
When she watched the obedient little boy walk out of the post office, she sighed.
Such a good child, why is it so unlucky that he has no father at a young age?
However, he said that his father was just dead, and the child was so young that his father would certainly not be too old.
It is impossible to be sick and die at young age, then it can only be an accident.
She immediately thought of the drowning man the other day.
It seems that it is less than thirty years old, the age is consistent, and the time is right.
The girl packed the table and sighed again.
Alas, things are fickle.
When the child is so young, he has no father.
Duan Qing'en on the other side sent things out and walked back.
There is a trail going back to the large yard.
This trail is relatively narrow, so if it happens that two people who don't deal with it happen by chance, it will be a naked narrow road.
Unfortunately, Duan Qingen met the old lady on the first floor opposite.
This old lady's surname is Jin, a very tacky surname, everyone is as tacky as the last name, no, it is even more tacky than the last name.
She is the type of typical bad guy getting old.
She didn't do bad things directly, but she kept her mouth open.
For example, there was a young daughter-in-law who offended her. She directly rumored that it was this daughter-in-law who stole someone, and vowed violently. At that time, the public security came.
This little daughter-in-law's husband kicked his wife out in the middle of the night, and the relationship between the couple broke out. Later, the divorce ended, and both of them moved out of here.
From this incident, we can see how indifferent this old lady is.
The reason she followed Wang Xiuhong was simple.
Because her wife went out for a walk that day and saw Wang Xiuhong come back to buy vegetables.
It is said that the daughter-in-law of Duanjia looks pretty and looks like a star.
This is the word that stung the horse honeycomb.
Mrs. Jin did not blame her wife for boasting someone else's daughter-in-law. Instead, she thought that Wang Xiuhong was too "fantastic", so she seduced her wife.
She didn't let off at her husband, she relied on Wang Xiuhong's good temper, and kept beeping, she refused to let her go.
Until now, Wang Xiuhong didn't know why the old lady downstairs always aimed at herself.
Duan Father hates trouble. Wang Xiuhong mentioned to him once that the old lady downstairs scolded her for no reason. Instead, Duan Father scolded the flies and didn't bite the ball. If she really had no problem, why would anyone scold her?
Since then she has stopped talking to her husband and seeking comfort, and every time the old lady opens her throat, she pretends to be deaf.
This is Wang Xiuhong's temperament. When something happens, she can bear the grievance herself.
But she never imagined that a person could be disrespectful to Granny Jin, and she could utter bad words to a child who was just in the first grade.
And because the original owner was timid, he knew that Granny Jin swearing at him when he met him was a bad thing, and he didn't want to worry his mother, so he kept it secretly.
Just like this, he has been tortured to death after his father died.
Now Duan Qingen meets Mrs. Jin.
As soon as the old lady saw him, the expression on her face pulled down. The old lady couldn't do anything else. The tearing is definitely a good hand. The most common expression on her face is frowning. With time, her appearance becomes fierce. At first glance, it was a mean look.
When she saw Duan Qingen, she immediately stopped: "Isn't this Duan's child? I heard your father died? Drunk too much? I said a long time ago, drinking and drinking every day, walking They are unstable, he will not drown, and he will die in the wine bottle sooner or later. "
Granny Jin now feels exasperated.
What could be more celebrated than the "little fairy" who has despised the man who died.
Before she sometimes scolded this "little fairy", if she met Duan's father back, she still had a panic in her heart.
After all, Duan Fu and Wang Xiuhong are different.
Wang Xiuhong has a weak temper and can't do anything even if he is angry. However, Duan Father is a big man and he can drink so much.
What if he accidentally provokes him?
Well now, this "fairy" killed the man, and without the man behind him, of course she just said what she wanted to say.
Thinking of it this way, Granny Jin's waist stick is straighter.
She looked at the innocent child in front of him maliciously, and said to him deliberately, "Do you know how your father died? That was all killed by your mother. When I saw your mother the first day You know, she looks like her, and her face is definitely a crocodile. It ’s really pitiful, because of your mother, you do n’t have a father now. "
Duan Qingen quietly looked at the old lady in front of Jin.
People are more or less vicious.
For example, you would say to your relatives and children who came from home with your mother, your mother gave you to me, your mother went back alone, you stayed in our house, and then watched the child scared to hide behind his mother, and told the relatives himself Laughing together.
Of course, those who would do this have been so frightened as a kid.
When I was young, I thought it was terrible. This relative was annoying.
When you grow up, you can start to scare other children and think that this child is really cute and fun.
There are also some children who are teasing but are out of bounds, for example, to a child who has just had a second-born sibling, said that if the father and mother have a sibling, they will not want you, and the father and mother will only hurt your brother and sister. .
This brings a bit of malice.
But for the first time, Duan Qingen heard someone say such malicious words to children.
To a seven-year-old boy who couldn't discern right from wrong, said that it was your mother who killed your father.
This is simply a naked provocation.
What kind of malice is so heart-warming, in order to make a fool of a child who has just lost his father.
And Mrs. Jin continued to say, "Do n’t take it seriously. What I said is true. You look at your mother's looks. At first glance, it looks like a man who likes to hook up with a man. I see you come here. She is Do n’t you want your mother to remarry? Then you ’re dragging the oil bottle, oh, take you, your mother ca n’t find any good man.

"I told you all good things, otherwise you would go back and tell your mother, she dare to do it or dare not be, and you go back and tell her, that ’s what I said, she ’s a bargain, but also Koff, anyway. The truth is that I'm not afraid of anything. "
Children over the age of seven already understand good and bad things.
These words, how can a child go home and learn for his mother.
It is no wonder that the original owner was very timid from childhood and was very afraid of getting along with others, and even suffered depression.
Every time I am instilled with a lot of vicious words, I can't talk to others, it's no wonder that my personality can be cheerful.
Granny Jin also said a lot of things like, "Your mother is a crocodile who likes to hook up with men. You are also a tow bottle. You must not remarry with your mother. Even if you remarry, you must find a man to marry. Blame you. "
Then she found that Duan Qing'en had no movement at all, so she kept looking straight at her without talking.
No, why doesn't this child cry.
This is also the first time that Mrs. Jin stopped Duan Qingen from saying these words. Before, she did not dare. She dared to offend Wang Xiuhong because she knew that Wang Xiuhong would definitely not make her noise, but Duan Qingen would not dare to do much.
After all, men may not protect their wives, but most men still protect their children.
What if he knew that his son had been bullied?
But now she is not afraid.
Father Duan is dead, what else is she afraid of?
She just wanted to say these words to Duan Qingen, so that he thought his father was killed by his mother, and it would be better if their mother-child relationship is not good.
Mrs. Jin played a good abacus, but she didn't know what was going on, but Duan Qingen, who was supposed to be wailing, never said anything.
Just been watching her quietly.
Mrs. Jin frowned, and scolded disdainfully: "You are really a wooden man like your mother. When you grow up, you will definitely not be able to live up to it. Maybe you have to support your mother for the rest of your life."
"No, I'm wrong. If your mother doesn't want you, she won't be able to support you. Wait, she will definitely remarry. By then you will have no father or mother. Listen to me and you will desperately. Stop your mother, don't let her remarry, or you will be an orphan in the future. "
Of course, what she said was not really intended for Duan Qingen, or she was thinking about it. According to Wang Xiuhong's appearance, although she did not want to admit that she looked good, she was indeed the type that men liked.
As long as she wants to remarry, she can still find the target quickly.
At that time, wouldn't it be a happy life with peace of mind.
How can such a woman live a happy life, look like a fairy, and kill a man, of course, she will have to spend time with her child and widowhood.
Mrs. Jin thought very well, but unfortunately Duan Qingen did not respond at all.
She gradually began to feel wrong.
The little boy standing in front of him was dark-skinned, his face was not as normal and fair, but more pale.
He stood in place, a pair of dark eyes staring at him, how could a child of this age have such a terrible look.
A gust of wind blew through and stood in place, revealing that the unspeakable Duan Qing'en stared at Mrs. Jin straightly, tiptoeed, looking in her direction, and took a step forward.
Granny's hair was all up with this step.
She was originally a superstitious old lady. For a time, a series of possibilities flashed in her mind, even including the dead man Duan Father who could not see his son being bullied and came to her.
Another gust of wind blew through, and remained silent, with a pale face and his black eyes staring at the old lady Duan Qingen, taking another step forward.
He slowly and slowly extended his hand towards Granny Jin.
"Ghost !!!"
She screamed, tossed the vegetable basket, and stopped, dragging her old body and running faster than anyone else.
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared.
Seeing that Old Lady Jin disappeared, Duan Qingen only moved his neck, rubbed his face, and continued to be home like a normal child.
It's easy for him to scare an old lady.
In the afternoon of the same day, Mrs. Jin said that Duan Qing'en was a kid with a ghost on her head.
"The face is white and white, just stand there, a pair of eyes staring at me without turning, the body looks stiff, like a dead person, but also came over to me, scared I ran away . "
"You said this child, I usually look gloomy and out of place, I didn't expect to recruit ghosts."
She swears to those people who don't believe and half-believe to listen to her; "It must be that his father has gotten into his son's body. That's not okay. You need to find a master to see it."
The courtyard was talking about the excitement, and Wang Xiuhong was back.
She was tired, and didn't bother to listen to what these people were saying. She dragged her tired body to go upstairs, but was stopped by Granny Jin.
"Duan's, you wait."
In her high tone, she did not know that she had returned to ancient times or the Republic of China, and her mother-in-law called her daughter-in-law.
Wang Xiuhong turned around in doubt, and saw Granny Jin directly: "Your son has a ghost on his body."
"I saw it with my own eyes