"Uncle."
I could feel my voice trembling: "Why didn't you respond in the first year of junior high school?"
"Will..."
But another voice in my head kept pulling me - no, absolutely not.
"I know what you are thinking." Uncle Ya patted me gently a few times: "They don't dare."
"If they want to become immortals, they have to accumulate more virtues in the world. This is one of the reasons why the Gray family took the initiative to give in."
He rapped the table with his knuckles and sneered: "Don't talk about killing a dead soul, even if you kill a cow or sheep, they will be frightened for several days."
Of course I know this, but now that the first grade of junior high school doesn’t give me any feedback, I still can’t sit still.
"When people are sick, they will be languid for a few days, and the same is true for ghosts."
After saying that, Uncle Ya got up and started to go upstairs.
I looked at the tablet for the first grade of junior high school, pursed my lips hard, and then put the tablet for the first grade of junior high school back to its original place.
indeed.
From a certain perspective, humans and ghosts are the same.
Since you are weak, eat more food.
This night, the incense in front of the memorial tablet on the first day of the new year was burning from beginning to end.
Until daybreak, I was already dizzy from the smoke, and the visibility in the entire teahouse was only a few meters.
As Uncle Ya walked down the stairs, he muttered, "Are you going to become an immortal?"
"Go, go!" He walked up to me in a few steps, grabbed my collar with one hand, and lifted me up: "Find something to do, don't just sit there in a daze."
At night, I sat on the stool feeling restless.
Suddenly, I seemed to hear the voice from the first grade of junior high school: "I'm here."
I stood up suddenly and looked around, but there was no trace of the first grade of junior high school.
I grabbed Ji Canghai who was cleaning the table: "Did you hear that?"
"What did you hear?"
Ji Canghai stopped what he was doing and looked at me blankly.
I swallowed my saliva and said word by word: "The voice of the first year of junior high school."
Ji Canghai tilted his head and listened carefully: "I think I heard it."
"But it's so vague that I can't hear it clearly."
The first day of junior high school is back, which is undoubtedly the best news for me.
Although we have not known each other for a long time, the first grade of junior high school holds a very special place in my heart.
She had been silent in the darkness for a hundred years, and when she saw the light of day again, she regarded me as her only support.
Failure to protect her will be my biggest regret.
Maybe, as Uncle Ya said, she just needs some time to recuperate!
I took a few sticks of incense with great interest and arrived at the crossroads in front of the door.
A few sticks of incense were lit, and the aroma slowly drifted to my nostrils.
All this is dust to dust, dust to dust.
When all these come to an end, it means that all the troubles have been solved.
And I can concentrate on dealing with foreign cults without worrying about being attacked from both sides.
The long-term haze was finally swept away, and I could clearly feel that my steps back were much lighter.
However, when I arrived at the teahouse, Xiaobai was the only one left in the room.
Looking at the tears on his face, my heart immediately sank: "Don't cry, what's wrong?"
"The old man suddenly fainted. Brother Hai sent him to the hospital. He asked me to stay here and wait for you."
Life seemed unwilling to let me go. Every time I saw a glimmer of hope, a bigger blow hit me immediately.
"You stay here and look after the store!"
After saying this, I ran out.
When I arrived at the entrance of the hospital, I saw Liang Hai's commercial car far away, and the driver was waiting with his hands down.
Just when I was wondering, the driver stepped forward and said, "President Chen, Mr. Ji is already upstairs."
Without even bothering to say thank you, I ran out.
In the corridor, Ji Canghai was sitting alone on a blue plastic chair. I shook the sweat off my head and called softly.
"Ferhai."
Ji Canghai stood up in a daze and walked up in a few strides.
"Where's Uncle Ya?"
He pointed towards the room and said, "The doctor is checking."
The room was completely blocked and I couldn't see anything, which made me even more anxious.
"Tell me, what's going on?"
Ji Canghai sighed leisurely: "Not long after you left, Uncle Ya suddenly fell down. I helped him up and saw that he was already unconscious."
Uncle Ya doesn't smoke or drink. He exercises regularly in winter and summer.
I have known him for so long, and I have never seen him even take medicine, let alone being sick.
If you suddenly faint now, it is most likely due to a sudden attack on your heart.
