On the way back to my classmate's dormitory, I roughly analyzed my opinion with him. He felt that I was a bit too subjective and too sarcastic. Anyway, he didn't feel the other person's attitude and emotions at all.

I said this may have been made by me in business during this period. Human nature is really a very strange thing. This lecturer kept asking for help because of his guilt in his heart. He needed this way to make everyone think that he was still strange and anxious about this matter. In fact, no one in this society will remain interested in such things for a long time. Even if he doesn't mention others from now on, he will not pursue it for too long, but he has no choice. He needs such behavior in his heart to make himself comfortable.

So he asked my classmate to introduce me to help, not to solve the problem, but he also believed that people like us would definitely not be able to solve the problem.

What he wants is a proof. When he was discussing with others, he could say: "Oh, I have discussed it with XX. He helped me find a very powerful person to come over, but I can't figure it out. If you don't believe me, you can ask XX."

After that, my classmate and I made an appointment to beat rabbits, but there was no signal in the wild. That night we roasted rabbits with his colleagues by the bonfire. In fact, we didn't spend much effort. They raised more than 20 dogs, originally planned to eat dog meat hotpot in winter, but after the dog found out, he tried his best to catch rabbits for them to eat. Now the dog has gained human rights.

After returning to the dormitory, my classmate received more than a dozen text messages in a row on his cell phone. He turned on his cell phone and found that all of them were incoming calls, and they were all called by the instructor.

My classmate called back, but the one who answered the phone was the old lady, who hoped to see me again.

It was already very late at that time. We drank beer and ate a stomach of dry roasted hare meat. The blood in our brains was all in our stomachs. It felt that it was not very suitable to see them again. However, the old lady insisted on seeing us immediately, begging grandpa and grandma. There was also one in my family. I couldn't bear it after being so tiring in the middle of the night, so I had to take a shower and set off.

I dozed all the way to the lecturer's home. There was not much lighting in the cement building in the small county town, only a small incandescent lamp at the entrance of the stairs made me feel a little strange.

Maybe my previous description was a bit urgent. In fact, the house they lived in was a backlit one-bedroom, old and the decoration method of posting newspapers in the 1980s. This was actually the place where the old lady lived. The lecturer's experience was very simple. Before he entered university, he was always a teacher in the county and taught elementary school. After graduating from university, he went to the county to teach, and then took the postgraduate entrance examination while teaching. After entering graduate school, he went to the city and later stayed at school to work.

So the lecturer has his own residence in the city. He is now staying with the old lady because the old lady was in a mood after moving the grave.

I have actually experienced the two of them living in such a small and dark house. In fact, I have experienced it. In that era, a one-bedroom apartment was actually a good house. Now there are many such living structures in Shanghai and other places, and more than two people live in a one-bedroom apartment.

The problem is that his sister's remains are on the bookshelf in the cramped bedroom. I believe that people who have a little bit of cleanliness in life will feel that this state is weird.

They were even more depressed under the depression. They had no feelings about this, which means that the family's usual state was probably very deformed.

With the dismal county town and the strange state of the incandescent lamp in the middle of the night, I suddenly worried that after I entered, the old lady and the lecturer would kill me directly.

Assuming there is any conspiracy here, what I said before made them misunderstand that I knew their secret, and it is very likely that such a deformed life situation will make them get rid of me directly without doing it.

So I asked my classmates to wait for me outside, and I went upstairs alone with my cell phone on.

Later, this action proved to be lucky. It was not as I guessed, but my arrival alone dispelled their concerns. If I really knew something, I would definitely be alone. Because what they were going to say to me was indeed not suitable for more people to know.

The first time I saw an old lady, it was different from what I imagined. The old lady was very tough, with big feet and cloudy eyes. She smoked a local grass cigarette with her strength, which was bigger than the fat man smoked. I admitted that this cigarette was a warning to me, and I felt my head hurt in the first few minutes.

The first feeling is different from the begging on the phone. This old lady is not a fuel-efficient lamp. I didn’t answer the cigarette I handed over. I paid great attention to these aspects. In the past, I would pick up a suck due to face or curiosity, and I would often make a fool of myself.

But I thought it was okay to make a fool of myself, and others still thought I was fun, which was equivalent to showing off to others. Later I realized that the third master could be fun because the third master was there. They all felt friendly with someone like me, but this kind of friendly is not the core. Uncle San made them feel reliable and down-to-earth.

This society first focuses on these things, followed by humor and cuteness. So it took me a long time to reverse my habit.

After a few chats, the old lady apologized to me and scolded her son. I knew there was nothing to scold, but I wanted to make the topic develop later. Sure enough, after cursing for a few words, the old lady asked me in a half-baked local dialect with a Mandarin-like accent, "What are you doing, boss?"

I was actually under a lot of pressure because I didn't know what was wrong with my bones. I was afraid that she would go straight to it, but she asked these questions secretly, and I could talk about it. I thought about it and said to her, "I look at Feng Shui."

The old lady trembled, looked at the lecturer viciously, and said to me, "I know." I took the opportunity to ask, "Old lady, you know why don't you do it earlier?"

Before I finished speaking, the old lady scolded the lecturer, which was very vicious and used local dialect. I could understand the general meaning: "It's not him. I said that the cemetery cannot be buried, but he must not listen. He just couldn't bear to give up the money. This timid, when he first moved the grave, the Feng Shui master said that there was something wrong, but he still didn't listen. Liu B said something superstitious."

The lecturer had no expression and lowered his head and cursed. I could hear something.

The first time I moved the grave, so to say, it is the second time now. There was already a problem when I moved the grave for the first time.

The old lady continued to scold her. After I persuaded her for a few words, the old lady started crying and said, "What should I do?" Master, you need help. As she said that, she cried and scolded the lecturer.

I was thinking about how to speak, but suddenly, without any warning, the lecturer overturned the table and the ashes pounced on me. Then he rushed into the room, hugged the box and walked out.
Chapter completed!