Chapter 233 It's really sudden

That night, when I was free to count the money and play, I suddenly remembered that I was still holding Xiaohan's mobile phone. Although it was old, it was someone else's property after all. I don't need it anymore, so I still have to return it to her.

I found Xiaohan's phone number and called. The user you called has turned off... I saw that it was less than ten o'clock, and I was going to work or going to bed?

Just as Bai Kai came to pull me to their hands, and the ticking level was not enough, I didn't want to go to their dormitory with him for the time being

When I went back after playing cards for two hours, the dormitory was still very lively. Xiaoqiang was holding the phone and playing ambiguous voice with his big baby. The mistress was nervous and playing monsters with Dazhi. Ye Yuan also held the computer and didn't know what he was doing. Anyway, he looked like a spring love

The few people were busy with their own things and no one paid attention to me. I asked Dazhi: Are you two single monsters carrying lottery? Dazhi didn't look up, staring at the screen and said: Of course, it's worth ten yuan a handful.

Then I want to help you win, you can get half of me, k? I said to Dazhi

Dazhi pulled out his hand and quickly gestured at me, and then quickly retracted: You can't play, how can you help me win

Don't worry, do you think it's OK

OK, okay, I see how you help me, my grass, mistress, you are a dog-daddy, playing with the silly mistress. The mistress is smiling in that proud donkey

I walked to the back of Xiaosan's computer and pulled out his keyboard line and rushed to Dazhi and said: Dazhi, seize the opportunity, go on. Xiaosan has not reacted yet, and is still shooting on the keyboard. When something is wrong, Dazhi is ready. Xiaosan is so angry that he scolds me for being unconscientious and dog-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-good-

Pull it gently and get five pieces, but unfortunately the mistress said we were playing tricks

Fraud, don't pay for it

Dazhi began to argue with him and analyzed the question of where the ten dollars should go. Xiaoqiang thought they were too loud and dissatisfied with taking off the socks on their feet and throwing them away. The two of them went over and took off Xiaoqiang's shorts and pulled them off the mop and lifted them out the window...

I lay on the bed with a smile and listened to their noise, and I was very happy.

At that time, I didn't realize that these scenes in a few years later made me feel the urge to cry.

Cheng Juntao came very suddenly, like the squatting dog standing proudly beside Erlang Zhenjun, and came over while smelling the smell.

In the restaurant the day before the holiday, he quietly sat next to me while I was having dinner with Qin Chu. It really scared me. When I came to my senses, I looked at Qin Chu with full of doubts. She looked incredible. It seemed that Qin Chu had no idea, but how did he find this? I don't believe that this guy was so hungry that he happened to see us.

I quickly put my face square expression on my face and reached out to him to make a very enthusiastic smile: Brother Cheng, why did he jump over without saying a word? It's so surprising. Our unnatural expression was captured in his eyes just now. He showed a very satisfied look and took my hand and held it: Haha, don't you want to surprise you? Brother Zhang recently? Xiao Chu? Why do you look at me with this expression? Do you miss me?

Qin Chu smiled awkwardly: I know you are coming, but I didn’t expect you to be so suddenly. Cheng Juntao greeted us politely for a few words and then tapped on the table: I have been thinking about Qingdao’s meal since the morning. Don’t you invite me to have something to eat. If it weren’t for this relationship, Cheng Juntao’s temperament and cultivation would definitely be ranked in my eyes, and he is much better than Wang Cheng’s type.

I apologized and stood up and bought him a meal, telling him that our school is usually at this level, just eat it. He eats very deliciously, and there is no unnatural at all. Maybe it's pretending, but I can't see it anyway.

When I was having a meal, the three of them went to the campus to take a walk. Cheng Juntao looked left and right and seemed very curious. After wandering around for most of the day, he nodded and said that the greening and atmosphere of your school were really good, including the environment in Huangdao that I saw on the road when I came, was quite outstanding, much better than that in Beijing.

I nodded and pointed to the greening of the highland that he had just admired: Do you know where the beautiful hill you mentioned is? Cheng Juntao shook his head and said of course he didn't know. I gestured a triangle: It was a cemetery, it was said to be a ancestral tomb. The school dared not flatten it, so he had to make it beautiful.

In fact, there was a story in that cemetery last semester. Once the school was going to inspect a provincial leader, so the National Movement collectively cleaned the broom and mop. Our class was assigned to a high ground. When the group arrived at the site, they found that the teacher assigned hygiene tasks was really unethical. It was not good to clean it. But we asked us to clean the graves. It might be possible that the graves had existed for decades and hundreds of years. The underground was buried all old ghosts with profound knowledge. Who would have accidentally angered one or two of them? Wouldn't you begging yourself for any trouble?

Compared to science, I believe in superstition more, and it is not for anything else. It becomes superstition because of things that science cannot explain. Mathematical theory can prove that science cannot overcome superstition. I like the strong.

But there are always some people who believe in science and say that there are no ghosts and gods in the world

A second guy in the class was very excited to see these tombstones. He carried a broom and shovel and rushed over. Most of us carefully cleaned the fallen leaves and branches on it. Only he held the shovel and made fun of us for being timid. In order to prove that he was not afraid of ghosts and gods, and to show his masculinity in front of girls, he picked up the shovel and rushed to the grave next to him. At that time, I felt that this guy was extremely careless. Even if you don't believe these things, you can be used as air, but you must not anger them.

Later, the guy had a high fever for a week, and the scientific problem of Chinese and Western medicine infusion could not be solved. The guy in their dormitory said that he talked in his sleep every night, and he heard him vaguely saying a few words: The roof is broken, the roof is broken

After hearing this, his parents came, they hurried to buy incense outside and burned it to the grave. The two of them used brooms to repair the tomb that their son destroyed. They said a few words to offend you, forgive the child for being ignorant, and then kowtowed a few more times before leaving. What made us wonder is that the buddy immediately jumped around after their parents burned the paper. From then on, his cell phone ringtone was changed to the Great Compassion Mantra, and he got up every day to recite a few Buddhist scriptures before he dared to get out of bed

After listening to my experience, Cheng Juntao swallowed secretly: Brother Zhang, let's stay away from this, I don't want to offend them unintentionally. Is the gym there? Let's go and see it. I didn't expect that he was a little scared of this.

Well, do you see if the gymnasium looks like a big coffin? It is said that during construction...

Brother Zhang... Let's go out to the school for a walk...