I didn’t like going to school very much in the seventh grade of junior high school. He didn’t have the opportunity to study at his cousin’s house, and he learned all the words he knew during the newspaper sales. But Ye Xian is also a very strong person. He insisted on letting him go to school and started from the third grade of primary school. He also told him specifically: “Look at how old you are. If you start studying in the first grade, you will be laughed to death by your classmates.”

Zhao Nan had no choice but to ask a girl named Li Linglong from St. John's University to give him some lessons. Miss Linglong's uncle had a lifelong relationship with Zhao Nan. Linglong was also accustomed to Zhao Nan when she was a child. Although she felt that this uncle's appearance was still the same as before, and it was so young that it made people suspicious. But she heard from her uncle that this gentleman had a certain origin. Over the years, she had a little inexplicable thought about this uncle, so she tried her best to teach the seventh day of the lunar month. It happened that the seventh day of the lunar month was a sensible child, and the students and teachers got along very happily.

It was a weekend evening. Zhao Nan went to the Li family to pick up the seventh day of the lunar calendar. Standing outside the Li family yard, he heard the sound of dingdong piano coming from inside. It was Li Linglong playing the piano.

Zhao Nan rang the doorbell, and the old servant of the Li family trotted along with his feet: "It's Mr. Zhao, the young lady and the young master of the seventh grade are playing the piano."

"Where can you play the piano in the seventh day of the lunar month? You're making trouble."

The old servant smiled and said, "The young master of the seventh grade is very sensible. I heard from the lady that he learned very quickly."

The piano was placed in a corner of the living room. Chu Qi sat on the side, tilted his head and watched Linglong play. When he saw Zhao Nan coming in, he stood up and said, "Uncle, Sister Linglong plays so well, much better than Miss Ye."

Zhao Nan smiled: "You can't say this when you go home. Be careful that Miss Ye is causing trouble for you." Linglong stood up and smiled: "Uncle Zhao Nan, I am really curious about the Miss Ye you mentioned. My uncle went over and said that Uncle Zhao Nan is a person who is not afraid of heaven and earth, but it seems that she is very afraid of Miss Ye."

"I'm afraid of her? How is that possible? Well, you will regret it when you see it."

Linglong smiled with a pursed lips: "Uncle, look at what you said, it seems like Miss Ye is a big monster."

At this time, the door clattered, Zhao Nan was shocked and turned around to look. He was relieved until he saw a young man with a pale face and thin body coming in. His expression fell into Li Linglong and Chu Qi's eyes. Chu Qi shouted directly: "Uncle, do you think it's Miss Ye?"

The boy who came in walked forward: "Teacher, I'm here."

It turned out that this young man was in middle school. He was determined to take the music school and had been learning piano with Li Linglong.

Li Linglong introduced: "Xiaofan, this is the seventh day of the lunar month, so I can be considered my student."

"You are Brother Xiaofan. I heard from Sister Linglong that you have very good grades, so should I call you Senior Brother?"

Questions on the seventh day of the first lunar month.

Xiaofan smiled shyly but didn't say anything. He looked like an introverted child at first glance.

Zhao Nan and Chu Qi walked out of the Li family. Zhao Nan drove in the car. As soon as he turned two intersections, he saw a lot of people gathering in front of him. The sound of the patrol sirens beating in his ears.

Question from the seventh day of the Chu Qi: "Uncle, something seems to be happening in front of you."

Something happened indeed. The cordon had been pulled up. A patrolman waved his baton and shouted loudly: "Closing and blocking, this place is blocked."

"Mr. Police Officer, what happened? I've just got off work, why did I go home? I live there!" A man who looked like a small staff member, holding his leather bag and bowing his waist.

"What happened, someone died. A little girl and her aunt were killed."

The patrolman had no expression on his face, and everyone around him took a breath when he heard it.

This murder case occurred in broad daylight, which was a bit scary.

The little girl? The man suddenly shook his body and grabbed the patrolman's hand and shook it: "Miss, are you six years old this year wearing a floral cheongsam and two small braids?"

The patrolman pushed him away impatiently: "I have been standing here, how can I know these?"

At this time, a policeman walked out of the alley, heard the man's question, and waved, "Is your name Feng Ji, who works at HSBC?"

The man nodded quickly, his face had already turned into a sad expression. He noticed something from the policeman's solemn expression, and asked with his lips trembling, "Can it be..."

The policeman nodded and reached out to pat his shoulder: "Go to be ashamed of the changes, Mr. Feng."

Mr. Feng let out a miserable cry and was about to rush in. Two patrol officers hurriedly grabbed him. The policeman said, "Mr. Feng, the scene is still being investigated inside. Don't go in. Someone will take you over to recognize the body later."

Mr. Feng beat his chest and stamped his feet, crying in pain.

When I saw it in the car, I felt very uncomfortable and whispered: "Uncle, let's go, it looks so uncomfortable."

At this moment, a rickshaw came over, the car stopped, and a charming woman walked down. The woman twisted her waist and asked in a coquettish voice: "What's wrong? I'll call you to go home." Mr. Feng rushed over like crazy when he saw the woman, grabbed the woman's collar and asked: "You're going to play cards again, right? I told you not to always play cards, and spend more time with my daughter at home, you just don't listen!"

The woman struggled hard, cursing in a vague way: "You are a coward, you dare to care about me? Let go of me, are you crazy?"

Everyone around was watching, and some neighbors who knew the situation pointed at it: "It's a sin. The beautiful girl is gone. She doesn't care about anything. She knows that she goes out to play cards in one day. The aunt at home is getting older. Oh, Mr. Feng is so pitiful."

Zhao Nan heard about it. It seemed that Mrs. Feng was not at home all day, and her daughter and old servant who were staying at home were killed.

He couldn't bear to listen any more, so he turned the car and drove in another direction.

The seventh day of the lunar calendar was silent all the way, and after a while, he said dullly: "Uncle, why do you think there are bad people in this world? It would be great if there were no bad people. That little sister is only six years old, how can the bad people bear to do it?"

Zhao Nan patted his head and said slowly: "There is daytime and there is night, and there is yin and yang. Good people and bad people are equivalent to daytime and night, with yin and yang separated."

Chu Qi thought for a while and said, "If the black and white are mixed together, it will be gray, right? "

Zhao Nan nodded: "Yes, those who are not good or bad are gray, this is the complexity of human nature."

The car stopped at the door when the cold weather was not yet cold. When I got off the bus at the 7th day of the lunar month, I suddenly laughed and said, "Uncle, I think our Miss Ye must be colorful, colorful, and all kinds of colors, and her eyes can be shining with flowers."

"You can teach me!" Zhao Nan smiled.

As the two of them were about to enter the door, they watched an old woman walk out from inside. Her eyes were swollen and her face turned blue and yellow. When they looked up, they saw someone coming in, stood aside and nodded, looking very well-educated.

"Mrs. Mo, don't worry, I will do my best."

Ye Xian said.

The Mrs. Mo nodded and tears fell: "Then please, I...I am really..."

"Mrs. Mo, please be sure to live well. From today on, your soul and your life no longer belong to you, it is mine. I will not allow you to give up all this easily."

On the seventh day of the lunar month, they looked at Zhao Nan, and the two looked at each other tacitly: Miss Ye has started to fool people again.

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