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"I won't say that you saw Jinhu and several of them in the future, do you know?" When he returned home, Liu Yuye hurriedly called flowers.
Zhang called flowers and glanced at the five little friends who had been silent with themselves. He didn't understand why the mother asked him to lie. The kindergarten teacher said that good children can't lie?
In listening to the mother's words or listening to the teacher's words, most of the children will choose the latter. The teacher is announcing the standard answer. Therefore, Zhang Huahua did not respond.
"What do you remember when you are talking to you?" Where does Liu Yuye know the psychological reason for his embarrassment?
"Oh." Zhang Huahua boss is reluctant.
Although such a big thing happened, Mei Zi’s life still has to continue. For a few days, Mei Zi couldn't hear a little laugh, and the village seemed extraordinarily silent.
But life must continue, and the life in the earth cannot be abandoned. The memory of the five children left to Mei Zikai was just a few piles of new soil in the graveyard. Children like Jinhu, who died like this, are unable to enter the graves of the ancestors, or even pile up graves. The memories they left for Mei Zikai may be like their graves, slowly being drowned by the grass.
For a long time after the accident, Zhang Huahua’s parents were not allowed to go out.
Zhang Huahua had to sit on the doorstep every day and look at the white clouds floating on the blue sky. The five little friends were sitting next to Zhang Huahua.
"Golden Tiger, why don't you talk to me? I am so boring at home." Zhang said, looking at Jin Hu, sitting next to him.
If someone is here, it must be that Zhang Huahua is talking to the air.
Jinhu, Fugui, Xiaoshuan, Dog Baby, and Manchu are still naked, just like the way they bathe in the pond. There is nothing in the rural children's ass, and Zhang Huahua does not feel that something is wrong. Originally, the mother told him that Jin Hu was dead, and when he died, he would become a ghost. He saw ghosts. Zhang Huahua was very afraid of ghosts from a young age, but he didn't know why. When he saw these five little friends, he felt that his friends were still alive.
Zhang Youping picked up a bunch of beans and placed them heavily on the concrete slab in the yard, and wiped the sweat with a sweat towel wrapped around the pole. Then remove the brawl and prepare to enter the house to drink saliva.
"Hey, who did you talk to?" When Zhang Youping just entered the yard, he seemed to hear someone talking to himself, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Golden Tiger. They are all rich." Zhang called flowers and pointed at the threshold.
Jin Hu, they looked at Zhang Shuhua in five.
Zhang Youping seems to feel a chilly wind blowing in his face, knowing that his family is entangled in dirty things. I was so anxious that I couldn’t do it, but there was no way.
In the evening, Zhang’s grandparents also came over, and the uncle also followed. Grandparents followed Zhang Zhanghua’s life. Live in the old house. Zhang called Huajia to build a house the year before and moved out of the old house.
"Calling flowers seem to be entangled in the five little devils. This time, the flowers are talking to the five devils every day." Zhang Youping worried, kept smoking."There is peace, just go and call Ma Daochang to see Ha." Zhang called Hua Grandpa had an idea. Ma Daochang called Ma Goro, the navy of Meishan. Usually like to wear a robe, the village people call him Ma Daochang. In the village, I look at the graveyard and look at the foundation to find him. Sometimes, I believe in superstition and come to him. He also works part-time, and some villagers who are barefooted in the village can't look good, and they will go to him.
"Hey, is this not good? If you please come over with Ma Daochang, everyone who knows Mei Zi knows this. I have to look at me as a monster in the future." Zhang Youping is very worried.
Liu Yiye is not willing, "I am, although I can see them, they are not harmful to me. In fact, it is all right."
The authority of Zhang Huanhua’s grandfather is not reflected. It is very annoyed. “Your embarrassment, you decide for yourself. Don’t go out of time,
Regret is too late. ”
Zhang Youping thought about it, but he didn't want to call Ma Goro.
But the paper can't hold the fire, there is no impenetrable wall in the world. Although Zhang Youping’s family deliberately concealed, the news that Zhang Huan was entangled in ghosts was still passed out. The children in the village are warned by the parents, absolutely not allowed to play with Zhang Huahua. Ma Wulang is unsolicited.
It’s not long before Zhang Hua spent his birthday. Ma Goro went to Zhang Huahua’s house with a stick wrapped around a lot of cloth. The sales of the sticks are somewhat like the ones of the city that buy candied haws filled with candied haws.
Zhang Huahua moved a small bench with four legs and sat under the eaves, looking at the moving ants in a small hole in the corridor.
Jinhu, Fugui, Xiaoshuan, Dog Baby, and Man Cangwei became a circle, and they also enjoyed it.
At this time, Ma Goro slammed the stick into the corridor of Zhang Hua's house. There is no concrete in the corridor, just a clay slab that is tightened with a wooden cone. Ma Goro directly inserted the stick in his hand into the adobe. The top strip of cloth keeps shaking. The bell is also tied with a bell, UU reading www.uukanshu. I slammed the stick and the bell on it jingled.
Zhang Shuhua was shocked and thought that he had come to a personal dealer. Jin Hu and others quickly hid behind Zhang Huanhua.
"Which one are you looking for? My mother is not at home." Zhang Huahua still stood up with courage.
"I am looking for you, your mother is not at home." Ma Goro tried to put the stick in his hand on the ground.
Zhang called flowers and shivered, and said, "You can't sell me. I remember the name of my mother. I still remember where I live. You sold me, I will run back." ""
"Nothing. I don't have to sell it. You can give me a meal. You don't want to run. I interrupted your leg and you can't run. You want to call someone, I will feed you dumb." Medicine, let you become dumb." Ma Wulang smiled, deliberately compiling the story to scare Zhang Huahua.
Where can a child withstand this scream? Zhang called Hua Lima was scared and cried by Ma Wulang. Jin Hu, a few of them are also scared to cry.
"Don't cry!" Ma Goro saw the stick in his hand and forced it to the ground. The bell rang when it was local.
Zhang called flowers crying or crying, but he did not dare to cry out."My mother-in-law is coming back soon, you can't run this trafficker!" Zhang Shuhua wiped his tears and thought of an idea.
"When I first came, I saw your mother-in-law pulling the grass in the field and spreading the fertilizer. It will not come back at once. The villagers know that you are being wrapped up by the little devil, and no one will come to your house." Ma Wulang thoroughly Broken the thought of Zhang Huahua.
Zhang Huahua wants to cry, and is afraid of angering this person in front of him.
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