80s Taoism

　　 "You are not allowed to say that you saw Jinhu and the others, do you know?" After returning home, Liu Qiaoye hurriedly told Zhang to call flowers.

　　 Zhang Jiahua took a look and followed the five little friends who were silent beside him. He didn't understand why his mother asked him to lie. Can the kindergarten teacher say that good children can't lie?

　　 When it comes to the choice between listening to the mother or the teacher, most of the kids will choose the latter. The teacher announced the standard answer. So Zhang did not respond to the bidding.

　　 "Do you remember what my mother said to you?" How can Liu Qiaoye not know the psychological truth of her cub?

　　 "Oh." Zhang called the flower boss reluctantly.

　　 Although such a big event has just happened, Mei Zi'ao's life still has to go on. For several days, Meizi'ao couldn't hear a hint of laughter, and the village seemed extremely quiet.

　　 But life must go on, and the life in the ground cannot be abandoned. The memories of the five children left to Meizi'ao are just a few piles of new soil in the graveyard. Children who died like Jinhu and others cannot enter the ancestral grave, or even pile the grave. The memories they left with Meizi'ao might be like their graves, slowly being overwhelmed by weeds.

　　 After a long time after the accident, Zhang Biaohua’s parents did not allow Zhang Biaohua to go out.

　　 Zhang Biaohua had to sit on the threshold of the gate every day, looking at the white clouds floating in the blue sky, and his five friends sat beside Zhang Biaohua.

　　 "Golden Tiger, why don't you talk to me? I am so dull at home by myself." Zhang Jiaohua said while looking at Jinhu sitting next to him.

　　 If someone is here, he must have seen Zhang Jiaohua speaking into the air.

　　Golden Tiger, Fugui, Xiaoshuan, Gouwa, and Mancang were all naked, and they went down to the pond to take a bath with them. It's okay for a rural child to have a bare butt, and Zhang Biaohua doesn't think there is anything wrong. Originally, my mother told him that Jinhu and the others died, and people would become ghosts when they died. What he saw was a ghost. Zhang Jiaohua has been afraid of ghosts since he was a child, but he didn't know why. Seeing these five friends, he felt that they were still alive.

　　 Zhang Youping carried a load of beans and placed it heavily on the concrete floor in the yard, and wiped off his sweat with a sweat towel wrapped around the shoulder. Then took off the hat, ready to enter the house to drink.

　　 "Baby, who were you talking to just now?" When Zhang Youping first entered the yard, he seemed to hear his cub talking to someone, and he felt a bad feeling in his heart.

　　 "Golden Tiger. They are all rich and honorable." Zhang Biaohua pointed to the threshold and said.

　　Golden Tiger and the five of them were looking at Zhang Jiahua in a daze.

　　 Zhang Youping seemed to feel a yin wind blowing on his face, feeling sad, knowing that his cub was entangled in dirt. I was too anxious, but there was no way.

　　 At night, Zhang Jiaohua’s grandparents and grandparents also came over, as did the uncle and aunt. Grandparents live with Uncle Zhang Jiahua. Live in an old house. Zhang Jiaohua's family built a house the year before and moved out of the old house.

　　 "The begging flower seems to be entangled by the five little ghosts. For a while, the begging flower talks to the five little ghosts every day." Zhang Youping was worried and kept smoking cigarettes.

　　 "You Ping, just go and ask Mr. Ma to come and see." Zhang Jiaohua Grandpa came up with an idea. Ma Daochang's name is Ma Wulang, a navy master of Meishan Sect. He usually likes to wear Taoist gowns, and the villagers call him the leader of the horse. The village usually looks for him when looking at the graveyard and the foundation. Sometimes, people who believe in superstitions also come to him. He also sees a doctor part-time, and some barefoot doctors in the village will look for him if they don't have a good disease.

　　 "Father, isn't this bad? If you invite Mr. Ma over, everyone in Mei Zi'ao will know about it. From now on, I have to treat my cub as a monster." Zhang Youping was very worried.

　　 Liu Qiaoye was unwilling, "That is, although my cub can see them, they did not harm my cub. In fact, it's okay just like that."

　　 The authority of Grandpa Zhang Jiahua didn’t show up, and he was very annoyed, “Your cub, you decide for yourself. Don’t have time to regret anything.”

　　 Zhang Youping and his wife have thought about it, but they still don’t want to call Ma Wulang.

　　 But paper can't keep the fire, there is no impenetrable wall in the world. Although Zhang Youping's family deliberately concealed it, the news that Zhang Jiaohua was haunted by ghosts spread. The children in the village have been warned by their parents that they are never allowed to play with Zhang Jiaohua. But Ma Goro came here uninvited.

　　 Not long after Zhang Biaohua finished his birthday, Ma Goro came to Zhang Biaohua’s house with a stick with many strips of cloth wrapped around the top. That stick looks a bit like the stick filled with candied haws bought in the city.

　　 Zhang Biaohua moved a small four-legged bench and sat under the eaves, watching with gusto the moving house in a small hole in the corridor.

　　Golden Tiger, Wealth, Xiaoshuan, Dog Baby, and Mancang are surrounded in a circle, and I also watch them with gusto.

　　 At this time, Ma Goro slammed his stick in the corridor of Zhang Jiaohua's house. The corridor was not paved with cement, but the mud adobe was hammered tightly with wooden cones. Ma Goro directly inserted the stick in his hand into the adobe. The strips of cloth at the top kept shaking. There is also a bell tied to the stick~www.wuxiahere.com~ The stick pauses, and the bells jingle on it.

　　 Zhang called the flower and was taken aback, thinking that a personal trafficker had come. Jin Hu and others hurriedly hid behind Zhang Jiaohua.

　　 "Which one are you looking for? My parents are not at home." Zhang Biaohua still bravely stood up.

　　 "I'm looking for you, your parents are not at home." Ma Goro paused the stick in his hand on the ground again.

Zhang Jiaohua trembled with fright, and shivered and said, "You take me away and you can't sell it. I remember my parents' name and where I live. You sell me and I will come back by myself. ."

"It's okay. I take it away and don't have to sell it. You can beg for dinner. If you don't obey and want to run, I will interrupt your leg and make you unable to run. If you want to call someone, I will feed you dumb. Medicine will make you dumb." Ma Wulang smiled, deliberately making up stories to scare Zhang Jiahua.

　　 How can children stand up to this battle? Zhang Jiaohua was immediately frightened and cried by Ma Wulang. Jinhu and the others were so scared that they cried.

　　 "Don't cry!" Ma Goro saw the stick in his hand struck **** the ground again. The bells jingle jingle.

　　 Zhang was crying and still crying, but he didn't dare to cry out loud.

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

"When I came just now, I saw your parents pulling grass and spreading fertilizer in the fields. They won't come back all of a sudden. Everyone in the village knows that you are entangled by a kid, and no one will come to your house." Ma Golang thoroughly Cut off Zhang's thoughts of calling flowers.

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