Chapter 37
These days, the main thing Li Zhuiyuan does is read.
He ignored the repeated hints and hints from Grandma Liu. He did not disturb Ah Li and did not think about getting closer to seek contact or explanation.
Because he knows that blindly stalking is just a meaningless self-impression.
Ali returned to the house and closed herself in again.
But Li Zhuiyuan knew how to call her out again.
The last time the girl came out, it was because the cat-faced old lady entered the house, so all she needed to do was to repeat the scene.
Li Zhuiyuan didn't know if the cat-faced old lady had disappeared, but even if the three Niu family members were not dead, they should be dying from the filial piety of their children.
The evil spirits on the black cat's body are probably dispersed, and the medicinal properties may not be enough.
Furthermore, even if you look for it, it probably won't dare to come, for fear of encountering another zombie after entering the house.
But after all, these dead ones are not cabbages on the roadside. They always seem to be encountered inadvertently, but it is quite difficult to actively look for them.
After much thought, there was only one little yellow warbler left.
First, she lives close by.
I carried the bell and held the incense burner, and walked a few steps to guide me home. I couldn't catch one alive outside and have Runsheng carry it back in a tricycle.
Secondly, there is cooperation experience.
Finally, and most importantly, Li Zhuiyuan clearly remembered that when Xiao Huangying entered the pond with her bearded father and son, there was no black energy rising from her body like the cat-faced old lady and Zhou Taisui who died.
Although I don’t know why, it also means that the little yellow warbler is most likely still there, and she has not dissipated yet.
Now, the scene has been reproduced successfully.
The arrival of Little Huangying successfully attracted Ah Li's attention. Ah Li came out and came to the dream, and Li Zhuiyuan finally "saw" her again.
However, after apologizing, the boy was speechless.
He didn't want to explain the impact of Li Lan's phone call on him, nor did he want to elaborate on his illness, let alone say that he also needed comfort and support and that we could help each other.
If these words were useful to Ah Li, then Liu Yumei, who was Ah Li's own grandmother, would have probably said them countless times.
The only thing a cumbersome explanation can do is to be cumbersome.
He only needs to express an attitude, his balcony is open again, and he hopes you can come out and take a look again.
I have what you need, and I also need you to have me in your eyes again.
Mutual need is the most stable bond in interpersonal relationships.
The boy and girl just stood there in silence with each other.
Behind the two of them, Xiao Huangying still kept her arms half-raised. She was brought here today, and her main function was to serve as a telephone line.
In addition, because of her presence, there were gusts of cold wind blowing and low cries nearby, making the environment and atmosphere less monotonous.
After a long time, Ali turned around and walked into the room.
Li Zhuiyuan did not call her to stop, nor did he pursue her for a clear result. He just raised his head and looked at the night sky with some disgust, looking forward to the dawn.
But before dawn, he had to send back the people he invited.
Li Zhuiyuan walked back to Xiao Huangying, bent down, picked up the incense burner and the bell, then turned around and walked back slowly until the cold and wet hands connected with his shoulders again.
Close your eyes and try to imagine that you are under the water now, and your body is constantly rising up, up, up, and up...
As his head broke through the water, Li Zhuiyuan opened his eyes again.
He turned around and saw Runsheng standing by the dam, holding a seven-star hook in his left hand and a Yellow River shovel in his right hand to keep alert.
Return to reality, the negative journey is over.
Li Sanjiang, who had drunk too much today and was fast asleep in the room, probably would never have thought that he had worked so hard to arrange the transfer ceremony many times just to cut off the dark side of Xiao Yuanhou so that he could Live a normal life.
As a result, the boy gradually figured out the rules of walking in the yin through practice again and again.
“Dingle bell…Dingle bell…”
The bell rang, Li Zhuiyuan turned around, and the cheongsam figure behind him also turned around holding his shoulders.
Runsheng rubbed the back of his head with the back of the Yellow River shovel.
He didn't understand what Xiao Yuan was going to do when he took Siduo out of the water and brought him back at night. Fortunately, he didn't think deeply about things he didn't understand. Anyway, Xiao Yuan would tell him what to do. .
Not meeting anyone late at night, Li Zhuiyuan successfully brought the little yellow warbler back to the pond at Big Beard's house.
"Huh?"
When he led the little oriole out of the pond, Li Zhuiyuan had his back to the fish pond. Now when he came back, the little oriole was still behind him and had not gone down.
Therefore, Li Zhuiyuan was able to re-examine the original appearance of this fish pond that had temporarily lost the influence of the little oriole.
It was not that he had never been here before, but at that time he had not read "Liu Shi Wang Qi Jue". At that time, he was like a child who was not yet illiterate visiting historical sites and could not understand what was written on the inscriptions.
Now, he sensed something was wrong.
The little yellow warbler was obviously not inside, but the feng shui atmosphere in the fish pond was even more gloomy than when she came here.
It would be understandable if it became more dissipated and clearer, but on the contrary, it means that there is something more special deep in the fish pond. The little yellow warbler is above it, which actually covers it.
Could this be the reason why there is still no sign of dissipation after the little yellow warbler completed its revenge?
“Dingle bell…Dingle bell…”
Li Zhuiyuan did not rush to put down the candle and send the little yellow warbler down. Instead, he took the little yellow warbler and walked slowly along the edge of the fish pond. He wanted to try and see if he could see the real mystery in the fish pond.
However, as he walked, Li Zhuiyuan failed to gain more. On the contrary, the little yellow warbler behind him gradually showed signs of instability.
Li Zhuiyuan knew that it was because he had invited her here for too long.
The hands that were originally holding his shoulders were now grasping, and their strength was getting stronger and stronger. The wet coldness had penetrated Li Zhuiyuan's whole body.
For a time, Li Zhuiyuan was also disturbed and upset. It was difficult to maintain the state of looking at Qi. He became stumbling, as if he had picked up the ghostly drawings of "Liu's Qi-Wang Jue" after interrupting it before. Character.
However, at this moment, an idea suddenly flashed in Li Zhuiyuan's mind.
He raised his hand and tried to re-observe the feng shui atmosphere of the fish pond according to the feeling he felt when reading the scrawled font of the ghost painting.
Under this irregular fluctuation of twisting and folding, several details that were not seen at first were actually revealed.
[Fishing in the twelfth lunar month, reflecting the moon in a solitary pond, burying a noble daughter, and attracting blessings. 】
This is an excellent place for water burial. If a noble woman of the family is buried here, it can protect and nourish the blessings of future generations.
The reason why the ancients did not like water burial was that the hydrology was subject to change, which would not only make it inconvenient for future generations to pay their respects, but also easily damage the original Feng Shui pattern.
However, the custom of water burial has existed since ancient times. Firstly, a good cave is precious, secondly, it is not easy to be robbed, and thirdly, some people have special status and want to be buried without being known.
Although the pond is now greatly damaged, the basic Feng Shui pattern has been preserved.
The reason why Li Zhuiyuan failed to see it before was because it was damaged, which meant that it was a wrong question. If you use the correct handout to solve it, it would be easy to make a mistake.
But in this world, unless the Feng Shui pattern is newly built, where can you find absolute perfection without damage?
Therefore, this kind of sloppy mistakes are actually the correct way to solve practical problems.
In this way, my previous guess was wrong. This person was not nervous and anxious when copying the book and made the words extremely ugly, but the person who copied the book took the initiative to add his own practical understanding in the form of fonts.
This is really...an unimaginably high-end work.
It was obviously something stolen from someone else, but he understood it more deeply than the owner.
Why can it still be confirmed that it was copied?
Because if the Liu family themselves had mastered this cognitive method of improving practice, they would not have been able to deliberately continue to write the words so neatly that it would be more difficult for future generations to understand.
But that day, Liu Yumei glanced at the book with the cover deliberately torn off in her hand. She only saw the messy and scrawled handwriting, and she didn't even recognize that it was her family's "Liu Family's Qi-Wang Jue".
Li Zhuiyuan became curious, who was this person who copied the book?
But at least one thing is certain now. The main cave that the water monkeys are looking for should be here.
It's just that the water monkeys were not good at learning and were confused by the bait hole in the fish pond of Sihai Family. They broke the red evil spirit of Diyin and broke two people's hands.
Now the police have set up controls in the ward of the health center, waiting for their accomplices to come to visit the patients so that they can catch them all.
No, what's going on?
Li Zhuiyuan originally thought that the sticky stuff dripping from his body came from the little oriole behind him, but the question was how could the thing dripping from the little oriole be warm?
He lowered his head, touched his chest, then his chin, and finally his nose...
Okay, no need to continue touching, he could already feel the blood coming from his nose.
What's going on?
Is it because I have not recovered from the physical overdraft caused by my accelerated study of "Liu's Qi-Wang Jue" these days, or is it that using the newly learned method to look at Qi is also a huge burden on myself?
But no matter what, if I don't stop bleeding, something will really go wrong.
The most important thing is that it seems that because of the continuous flow of his own blood, the little yellow warbler behind him, who was no longer calm, became even more restless!
She was no longer satisfied with just grabbing her shoulders. Her head had moved to the side of her face. Although she was not breathing, she was like a wild animal approaching and sniffing its prey.
Li Zhuiyuan did not dare to delay any longer. Besides, his purpose was now accomplished. He immediately turned to look at Runsheng standing in the distance and pointed to the place where the candle should be placed.
Originally, Runsheng was just following behind, not too close, so he didn't know Li Zhuiyuan's situation. Now Xiaoyuan turned towards him. Under the moonlight, Runsheng saw that Xiaoyuan's face and clothes were covered with blood. Combined with the constant and violent shaking of the little yellow warbler, he directly saw that the little yellow warbler was pinching Li Zhuiyuan's neck and chewing on his neck!
Immediately, Runsheng picked up the Yellow River shovel and prepared to come up to rescue Xiaoyuan, but he heard Xiaoyuan shout:
"Place candles in those two places and light them!"
Runsheng's head clashed with the inertia of his body, and he did a spin on one leg while holding the Yellow River shovel.
If he hadn't stabbed the shovel into the ground in time to stabilize his body, he might have fallen over and rolled into the fish pond.
After getting up immediately, Runsheng quickly placed the candle, then took out a match and lit the candle.
Li Zhuiyuan shook the bell and led the little yellow warbler here just in time.
With his back to the pond, he broke the incense in the incense burner and extinguished it.
But Xiao Huangying didn't let go, still holding his arm.
She doesn't want to leave.
The situation at this time can be regarded as an explanation of what it means to invite gods but to send them away is difficult.
Runsheng had already picked up the soul-returning basket. He was ready to cover the dead body, and then they would fall into the water together with the dead body.
Li Zhuiyuan rubbed the bell on his face, covering it with blood, and then swung it back, the crisp sound of the bell sounded in the air, and finally fell into the fish pond.
The little yellow warbler let go of her hand, turned around, and walked towards the fish pond.
The water gradually covered her body, and her hand grasped the bell floating on the water.
Li Zhuiyuan immediately pulled out two pieces of yellow paper, lit them with candles, opened his arms, then grabbed the burning yellow paper and slapped it hard!
"Crack!"
The yellow paper sparks flew everywhere, but they were immediately extinguished.
The flames of the two candles on the ground turned green.
Li Zhuiyuan stepped on them with his feet, completely extinguishing the two candles.
After doing this, he looked at the little yellow warbler in the fish pond. The little yellow warbler had turned around at this time. The water level was up to her chest, but her neck and head were left, staring at him.
"The gate of life has been closed. Three sacrifices will be delivered. Please go back!"
Finally, the little yellow warbler slowly submerged into the water. After her black hair was spread out, she was completely submerged, and she was no longer visible.
Li Zhuiyuan made a "pop" sound and collapsed on the ground, raising his head, but the nosebleeds continued to flow.
"Brother Runsheng, help me roll two paper balls."
"Hey, good!"
Runsheng immediately picked up the yellow paper and rolled two balls, but the ones that came out the first time were a bit too big and couldn't fit into his nostrils, so he had to rub them again.
After stuffing it in, the nosebleed did not stop. After seeping into the paper ball, it continued to flow out. After replacing two new paper balls, the nosebleed stopped.
Li Zhuiyuan breathed heavily. He felt obvious chest tightness and weakness, which was a symptom of excessive blood loss.
Runsheng was taking care of it carefully. He really didn't care about the dead people in the fish pond. He ran there to get a lot of water, helped Xiaoyuan cool his forehead and wiped the blood on his cheeks.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
After resting for a while, Li Zhuiyuan finally recovered.
Runsheng breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and said fearfully: "Xiaoyuan, she is so fierce."
Li Zhuiyuan shook his head: "She is fine, it's my problem."
Xiao Huangying has been restrained enough. This time it is really her own problem. Who would have thought that looking at Feng Shui can cause overdraft of the body.
No matter how docile a lion is, if you tease it with a bloody head, if it really eats you, you deserve it.
But this is also the price that must be paid when integrating theory with practice. It can only be said that fortunately it is Xiao Huangying. If it were another fatal situation, even if Runsheng could save himself, there would be a fight with death. war between.
"Xiaoyuan, what are you doing tonight?"
Li Zhuiyuan stretched out his hand and pointed to the fish pond in front: "Brother Runsheng, there is a tomb below."
When Runsheng heard this, he immediately showed excitement and picked up the Yellow River shovel again.
"Xiaoyuan, I went to dig it!"
"Brother Runsheng, what movies have you watched recently?"
"There are three "Raiders of the Lost Ark" films, all of which were released by the county station."
"Brother Runsheng, it is illegal to rob tombs."
"Um..."
"Also, I suggest you watch "Xinwen Lianbo" after dinner."
"Okay, I will, but what about this place?"
"The water monkey didn't find it here, so just leave it alone. It's buried underneath anyway."
Because of Li Lan's work, Li Zhuiyuan also had a certain understanding of archeology.
Nowadays, either major projects are under construction, or the tombs are stolen or naturally damaged and require protective textual excavation, otherwise they will not actively excavate the tombs.
Due to the special nature of water burials, the tomb chamber is much deeper than that of earth burials, and the excavation is more difficult. Since the little oriole is still here and has not disappeared, it proves that the main cave here is in good condition. In this case, let it be Keep saving it.
"Brother Runsheng, tonight's affairs must be kept secret."
"Understood."
Li Zhuiyuan stood up slowly and took a deep look at the fish pond in front of him. This was indeed a good place to raise corpses.
If the group of water monkeys had not been completely captured and still refused to give up on the main cave here, he really expected the water monkeys to find this place, because what was waiting for them here was not just a simple earthly red evil.
After returning home, Li Zhuiyuan took another shower, and then he realized that his clothes couldn't be washed clean. After all, they were bloody clothes, and throwing them around might scare people.
I can only fold it up and throw it on the stove tomorrow to be burned.
After taking care of himself, Li Zhuiyuan lay on the bed and took a nap while it was still dark.
But my body must have been really overdrawn, and I was bleeding a lot. I squinted right until noon.
When I woke up, I felt the strong sunlight from noon without even opening my eyes.
Li Zhuiyuan opened his eyes, looked at the carvings above the bed, and even carefully distinguished the various patterns on it.
In the end, there was no way to escape and we had to choose to face reality head-on.
He turned his head and looked towards the door.
Girl sits on the chair.
She was wearing a light green skirt today, which gave her a sense of dignity and rebirth.
It feels so good to see her every day when I open my eyes.
No need to say too many words or make unnecessary expressions, just this one glance can make you feel happy physically and mentally.
Li Zhuiyuan got out of bed, walked to the snack cabinet, took out three bottles of Jianlibao, and followed the old rules, handed two bottles to the girl, and helped her open one of them. In fact, boys don't like to drink sweet soda in the morning, but girls like to clink glasses with him.
After the girl took a sip, she put Jianlibao down, reached out to hold Li Zhuiyuan's right hand, and opened it again.
The wound had scabbed over, and Li Zhuiyuan didn't bother to bandage it after taking a shower last night. At this time, the burn mark on his palm had faded, but the blood marks from the five nails around him were still clear.
The girl ignored the wounds she caused and rubbed her index finger on the burn mark on her palm.
"Don't worry, I won't do it again."
After that phone call, in his heart, he no longer used the title mother.
He didn't want to think about whether that night was Li Lan's last hysteria or the last twisted tenderness when the disease broke out. He was tired.
She said that she was not the son she wanted, but she was not the mother she wanted.
Indeed, two mentally ill people want to gain true love and support from each other, but in the end they just torture each other?
The boy has decided to take off the mask when facing Li Lan.
When you actually have nothing, you will subconsciously cherish everything you can grab. Now, he is willing to throw it away.
The girl looked at the boy and spread her right hand.
On the palm of the hand, there are five clear marks of nail penetration, and the wounds have also become scabbed.
This meant that after she pinched herself that night, she also pinched herself.
Li Zhuiyuan lowered his eyes, grabbed the girl's hand, and said solemnly: "There will be no next time for you."
The girl nodded.
Li Zhuiyuan stroked the wound on the girl's palm with his fingers. He knew that no matter whether he used "childhood sweethearts", "childhood sweethearts", "playmates", "partners" or the so-called affection and affection involving adults, to describe the two of them, they would all be different. is inappropriate.
Because he and she are both gamblers.
Because you have experienced the feeling of winning, you will not be reconciled after losing and choose to sit at the gambling table again.
In essence, you still can’t afford to lose.
Everyone wants to be a normal person, but they don't want to be reconciled, so he went to find her, and that's why she came back.
Li Zhuiyuan felt that Li Lan probably hated his way of thinking, but it didn't matter, because Ali didn't care either.
Sometimes, habitually thinking about things too simply and directly can appear very cold and callous, but many people who suffer from getting along often do so because they think too much.
The two held hands and went down the stairs.
Ah Li was very happy. Li Zhuiyuan could feel the little hand shaking in her palm, especially when turning the stairs. She seemed to want to stand on tiptoes and turn around. Although she didn't make this move, Li Zhuiyuan had already figured it out in his mind. .
On the dam, Liu Yumei wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.
Last night, she secretly stood behind the window and took a peek. She was worried that the boy had said those words, and she was even more worried that her granddaughter didn't respond at all and turned back to the house...opened her eyes and woke up.
However, the granddaughter soon closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
Liu Yumei felt more and more that she was old and did not understand the thoughts of young people. She remembered that when her grandfather pursued her, it was so fierce that both the Qin and Liu families almost came to blows.
Who would have thought that young people of this generation would become so reserved.
But no matter what, her granddaughter got better again. This time, she didn't want anything to go wrong again. She hoped that the condition would not relapse until her granddaughter recovered.
Well, didn't he want to do the rune carving? In the afternoon, she took an ax and chopped up all the memorial tablets at home, and sent them to push the wooden flower scrolls.
Perhaps because the joy was too strong, Liu Yumei didn't even question how the boy managed to fall to his death.
Of course, it's also possible that she had suspected it for a long time but didn't want to pay attention to it at all. To put it bluntly, if she hadn't been concerned about the backlash of good luck, even if the boy went to kill people and set fires, she would have chosen to secretly help him destroy the corpses behind his back.
Because she has already tasted it, the key to her granddaughter's recovery lies in the boy.
This is not to say that Li Sanjiang's good fortune is useless, it is precisely because they lived in Li Sanjiang's house that they were able to meet this boy.
Li Sanjiang came down to have breakfast. When he saw the two children sitting together again, he immediately sighed:
"Sure enough, the feelings between children are pure."
He raised his head again and glanced at Liu Yumei, who was wiping her tears in the distance, and couldn't help but snorted:
"You continue to stop me, philistine old woman."
Li Sanjiang has never had a good impression of Liu Yumei, because he doesn't like Liu Yumei's showmanship of a young lady from the down-and-out landlord class. After all, he, Li Sanjiang, has also contributed to liberation!
After breakfast, Li Zhuiyuan went to take a look at the workshop he had built. Various tools and materials had been placed inside. Aunt Liu, the housekeeper, really had nothing to say.
Li Zhuiyuan left Runsheng in the workshop and let him start work. It was all about the processing and procurement of initial materials. It was not difficult, but it was a bit time-consuming and labor-intensive.
Runsheng was very excited because he was building a new set of equipment for him.
Li Zhuiyuan will change the materials and sizes of the utensils based on Runsheng's strong strength, which means that Runsheng's raw materials must be processed in a larger amount.
In short, during the whole day, except for going out to eat at noon, Runsheng did not leave the workshop and did not watch TV.
After Li Zhuiyuan corrected the new set of drawings early, he sat on the terrace and read a book.
This time there was no need to forcefully push forward the progress. He was already afraid of the feeling of overdraft. If he did it a few more times, he would have to face death himself first, let alone face death in the future.
So rather than reading a book, it is better to say that I am relaxing.
Qin Li sat next to her, holding "Qin's Jiao Observation Method" in her hand. Grandma Liu downstairs was drinking tea and looking up with a smile.
Li Zhuiyuan also considered whether to tell Grandma Liu about the new insights of the Qin and Liu families' "ghost painting talismans". After thinking about it, he felt that it was not the time yet. At least he had to scan through all the worth-reading books in the basement first. Are there other inheritances from the Qin and Liu families in this village?
In the afternoon, Li Zhuiyuan put down his book, played several games of chess with Qin Li, and went to the first floor with her, where he opened pairs of snacks and drinks while watching TV.
Anyway, the TV tycoon is not here, so I can watch it as long as I want.
Just watching TV would be boring. Li Zhuiyuan was thinking about taking Qin Li to the cinema to watch a movie. Nowadays, cinemas are basically empty except for holidays, and there is no need to worry about Qin Li coming into contact with strangers.
Li Sanjiang went out after lunch. When he came back, he saw that Li Zhuiyuan was not studying. Instead of being angry, he was very happy. He felt that it was good. Xiao Yuanhou had gradually recovered from the blow of losing his hukou.
At about 5:30 in the afternoon, a motorcycle drove up. The driver took off his helmet. It was Tan Yunlong. After he greeted Li Sanjiang, he easily picked up Li Zhuiyuan on the car and then restarted the motorcycle. , a turn and smoothly went down the dam.
Tan Yunlong drove his motorcycle more wildly than Uncle Qin. Fortunately, Li Zhuiyuan had a helmet this time.
When they arrived at the family building of the police station, Tan Yunlong led the boy to the third floor, opened the door, and walked out of the kitchen of a middle-aged woman in an apron, dressed simply and elegantly, and very approachable.
"Is this Xiaoyuan?"
"Hello, aunt."
"Okay, you're so good, please call me Aunt Zheng."
Tan Yunlong asked: "Where is Binbin?"
"Binbin is doing homework in the room."
Tan Yunlong opened the door to his son's room. In front of the desk, a tall high school student in school uniform was immersed in his homework.
Tan Yunlong walked to the desk and put his hand on the desk.
Tan Wenbin's posture was a little deformed.
Immediately, Tan Yunlong opened his son's pencil case and took out a Tetris game console. The game screen was still paused.
Tan Wenbin lowered his head, not daring to look at his father.
Perhaps because there were outsiders present, Tan Yunlong did not get angry. Instead, he took out a handful of jelly from his pocket and put it on his son's table. Then he divided two more and handed them to Li Zhuiyuan.
Li Zhuiyuan silently tore open a piece of jelly and put it into his mouth. He knew that the relationship between father and son must be very ordinary. Maybe Tan Wenbin liked to eat jelly when he was a child, but how could a father continue to give jelly to his son who is a senior in high school?
Although Tan Wenbin was very considerate and ate one, it looked more like a father-son show of tenderness.
When Li Zhuiyuan saw this scene, he sighed inwardly. Even though he was performing, he still had warmth in his heart, unlike himself and Li Lan, who had no emotions and were all acting.
"This is Xiaoyuan, Li Zhuiyuan. Xiaoyuan, this is my son I told you, Tan Wenbin, you call him Binbin."
"Hello, Xiaoyuan."
"Hello, Brother Binbin."
"Here, find a blank paper for Xiaoyuan to do."
"What, do it for him?"
"Yes."
"Oh, let's take this one." Tan Wenbin pulled out a mathematics paper from a stack of blank papers.
Most of the high school courses are completed in the second year of high school. The entire third year of high school is actually reviewing and answering questions one after another.
"Well, now, come out with me."
"Dad..."
"Come out." Tan Yunlong walked out and took off his belt.
Tan Wenbin looked bitter and followed him out.
Then, the door of the next room was closed, and Li Zhuiyuan heard several screams, mixed with reprimands from Tan Yunlong:
"I won't argue with you about the fight. How dare you steal your mother's money to buy a game console? How do I educate you? Your academic performance is almost irrelevant, but you can't go astray as a human being. Do you want me to I’ll take you to jail with my own hands from now on!”
However, Tan Yunlong slapped him a few times, and then began to educate him verbally.
Halfway through, Aunt Zheng came and knocked on the door several times, but to no avail.
Two hours later, the father and son came out.
Aunt Zheng complained: "There are still guests at home. If you don't want to eat, will Xiaoyuan be hungry?"
"Forgot." Tan Yunlong glanced at his son, "I still blame this unlucky thing."
Li Zhuiyuan had left the desk long ago and was sitting by the bed looking at a comic book he took out from the stack of books. Before the father and son came in, he hid the comic book under the sheets so that Tan Yunlong did not see it.
Although Tan Wenbin was no longer crying, his neck was still hunched up and he looked very pitiful.
Tan Yunlong patted the back of his son's head and said, "Go and see how the paper Xiaoyuan made."
Tan Wenbin walked to the desk, opened the math paper up and down, and found that all the answers were answered.
"How are you doing? Did you do everything right?" Tan Yunlong urged, "I have a question for you."
"I don't have the answer...I don't know."
Tan Yunlong: "..."
Tan Wenbin turned over the paper below and exclaimed: "It's all written!"
This stack of papers was distributed by teachers in advance and students were required to complete them at home according to the schedule. It included not only mathematics but also many subjects.
Tan Wenbin found that except for the composition of the Chinese paper, all the other paper questions had been answered.
He tried to pick some simple questions that he knew well, tried it, and found that the answers were consistent with what the boy had written.
Regardless of other problems, at least the possibility of the boy writing blindly has been ruled out.
"What's going on? I'm just following you here to lose face."
"Dad, these, these are all right."
"What about the others?"
"I still have to do it slowly to find out, but judging from the problem-solving method and process, he should be able to do it. If you want the correct answer, I can go to the teacher tomorrow."
"To do this, you find the papers that you have written and tested before, choose the most difficult questions in a few subjects, copy them down, and let Xiaoyuan do it."
"Oh, okay."
Tan Yunlong now wants to confirm whether the boy is really at the level of a high school student. Otherwise, he will go to the school and tell the school that he wants to skip a grade. If something goes wrong, he will not end up well.
Tan Wenbin copied the next question in his notebook, put it aside, and said to the boy: "Xiao Yuan, do this first."
"Okay."
Li Zhuiyuan stood at the table and picked up the pen.
Tan Wenbin took out another notebook and started copying the second question. When he finished copying the second question, he turned around and saw that the boy had already put down his pen and was waiting for him.
"So fast?"
Tan Wenbin took the notebook and checked it. The answer was correct.
Then, he saw Li Zhuiyuan finish the question he had just copied with a "swish" sound.
After checking the answer, it is still correct.
This was an extremely difficult question. During the exam, only two people in the class solved it.
Li Zhuiyuan suggested: "Brother Binbin, just read the question directly, it will be faster."
Tan Yunlong nodded and said: "Read it!"
Tan Wenbin picked up a mathematics paper and started reading from the multiple-choice questions. As soon as he finished reading, Li Zhuiyuan reported the answer.
Soon, except for the geometry questions that required looking at shapes, Tan Wenbin read through the entire paper, and the boy reported the answers directly every time.
Putting down the paper, Tan Wenbin was stunned.
He usually admires the top students in the class. When discussing studies in front of them, he always feels pressure and disparity. But in front of this boy, he didn't feel pressure because he was crushed directly. .
"All correct?" Tan Yunlong asked.
"Well, Brother Xiaoyuan is absolutely right."
As if he had found a treasure, Tan Yunlong grabbed Li Zhuiyuan's arm and spun it around:
"Hahaha, what a prodigy, what a prodigy!"
Parents always have a serious filter on smart children with good academic performance, and parents who have exam candidates at home are even more exaggerated. At this time, in Tan Yunlong's eyes, it really feels like a literary star has come to his home.
Finally, after the excitement, he put Li Zhuiyuan down.
Li Zhuiyuan put his hand to his forehead, feeling a little dizzy just now.
"Xiaoyuan, I've asked about it. The formal admission procedures can't be done until school starts, and you have to ask someone from the Education Bureau to go to school with you. But Binbin and the others are also in class during the summer vacation, so we can go there first. The test at the school will be completed later, so you can go to class together. What do you think?”
Li Zhuiyuan shook his head: "Uncle Tan, I want to have summer vacation."
"Well, it's only the end of July now, and there's still a month left for the summer vacation. I'll pick you up when you go to school."
"Thank you, Uncle Tan."
"You're welcome." With that, Tan Yunlong slapped his son on the head again, "Look at me, then look at you!"
Tan Wenbin hadn't fully recovered from the previous shock, so he subconsciously asked back:
"Why don't you ask my parents what their education level is and what they do?"
"Crack!"
This slap was harder than the last one.
"Let me tell you, you and Xiaoyuan will be classmates from now on. You should study more with Xiaoyuan. Besides, he is young after all, so you are responsible for taking good care of him in life."
"Okay."
Tan Yunlong nodded, his son was not that stupid.
If you take care of others in life, don't they also have to take care of you in study? Although they keep saying that their children's grades are not the first priority, what parent out of their minds doesn't want their children to do well?
The boy's previous performance of directly reporting the correct answer after listening to the question really shocked him, an old policeman. With such a child, as long as his son can hang out with him every day, even a pig should have some fairy spirit. Already?
"Zheng Fang, Zheng Fang!"
Tan Yunlong walked out of the room. He couldn't wait to go to the kitchen and share what he had just seen with his wife. He believed that his wife would be more excited than him. At the same time, he had to remind his wife to add a few more dishes quickly. Whether he finished the meal or not, it was important. It's grand.
In the room, Li Zhuiyuan sat beside the bed, Tan Wenbin sat on a chair, and the two children, one old and one young, faced each other.
"Brother Xiaoyuan?"
"Brother Binbin, don't do this. Just call me Xiaoyuan or Yuanzi."
"Brother Xiaoyuan, what do you usually do at home?"
"Read a book."
"Are you just going to read books all the time?" This answer made Tan Wenbin a little discouraged, but he still kept asking, "Besides reading books, what else do you like to do?"
"Die to death."
(End of chapter)