next morning.
Tao Wenguang finally woke up from his coma.
"It's just that my foot was accidentally smashed, my old bones are not so delicate."
Tao Wenguang's voice was full of air, and people talking on the second floor could be heard on the first floor. It can be seen that this old man has a strong body and strong blood.
Only people with clear thoughts and clear blood will still have strong blood at this age.
In the yard, Fangzheng, who was breathing and exhaling in front of the rising sun, and the old magic stick, who was practicing very common Taoist qi training formulas, looked back in unison, and the two happened to see Tao Wenguang walking from the second floor to the first floor .
However, Tao Wenguang's legs and feet are a bit inconvenient, and one foot is still wrapped with a bandage. He walked down the stairs with his hands, and walked down with a limp. And behind Tao Wenguang, followed by his wife who looked worried.
"Chen Daochang." Tao Wenguang first saluted the old god stick.
At this time, under the golden radiance of the rising sun, the old god stick put on a pair of fluttering clothes, and with a fairy-like demeanor, he nodded lightly and hummed lightly, which fully embodies the high-level personality. Everyone has aura.
"This must be Brother Fang, right? My student Yushu mentioned you to me. Brother Fang is Daoist Chen's personal apprentice. He really is a hero born a boy. Thank you Brother Fang for your help last night." Tao Wenguang looked at Fangzheng, his face Said solemnly.
He kept looking at Fang Zheng, and he only mentioned Fang Zheng's attack, not the old magic stick. Obviously, this old professor who has educated people all his life and read countless people has already seen Fang Zheng and the old magic stick. The delicate relationship between the two came out.
"Professor, do you believe that someone in this world will really come back from the dead to seek revenge?" Fang Zheng, who was praised, did not feel complacent this time, nor did he answer Tao Wenguang's words, but instead answered rhetorical questions.
Then Fangzheng described what he saw last night, the appearance of the corpse, and began to pay attention to the expression on the face of the old man in front of him without blinking.
Unexpectedly, after Tao Wenguang finished listening, the retired old professor's eyes turned red, and he lost control of his emotions on the spot and cried out in grief.
Fangzheng kept looking at Tao Wenguang, it didn't seem like he was pretending to be sad, but he really recalled the sad memory.
"It really is him, it really is him, forty years, forty years, not only he can't let go, but the other four of us can't forget it, and we can always wake up in a nightmare! Unforgettable nightmare!"
Tao Wenguang cried out in pain, lost his mind, and cried very sadly.
On the face of this old man, there is deep sadness, as well as self-blame and remorse.
…
Zhou city.
After sending Sun Yushu back to his residence, only Fang Zheng and the old god stick were left on the old Jetta soaked in water.
And, there's the backseat, the guitar backpack with the "ethnic classical percussion instrument"...
"Brother Fang, do you believe what that retired old professor said?" The old magic stick asked Fang Zheng beside him while driving, looking ahead.
"What do you think of the old magic stick?" Fangzheng didn't answer right away.
The old god stick: "Old man, I have traveled all over my life, and I have seen many people, such as fake monks, fake Taoist priests who cheat on food and drink, and country witches who pretend to be gods and ghosts. The sadness of this old professor does not appear to be feigned. In him, there is a righteousness of a scholar. This kind of person can give up fame and wealth, can put aside everything, and is willing to live in a small mountain village for the elderly, which shows that he has a peaceful mind. , not like a narrow-minded or treacherous person."
Hearing so much from the old magician, Fangzheng's eyes showed a strange look: "You are not talking about the fifty thousand rishi money that Professor Tao paid, are you?"
Professor Tao is poor and retired, and he doesn't have much savings. The 50,000 yuan is almost the savings of Professor Tao and his wife.
Sun Yushu, who was originally from a wealthy family, wanted to give Fang Zheng a second big red envelope for his teacher, but Fang Zheng didn't want it.
He is working for Tao Wenguang, so naturally he only accepts Tao Wenguang's profit.
When Fangzheng said this, the old god stick coughed dryly, and immediately defended: "Little brother, why do you look down on my personality?"
"Do you think I look like the kind of person who bends his waist for five buckets of rice?"
The old magic stick speaks plausibly.
It's just that just after finishing speaking, the old god stick was serious and handsome for less than three seconds, and his face returned to a little wretched: "Little brother, look, triple salary, and my high-speed invoice, gas station invoice, can you find me?" Are you reimbursed together?"
Fangzheng: "..."
Old god stick, didn't you agree to bend your waist for five buckets of rice
…
When we returned to Zhou City, it was almost noon, and yesterday we had a night of vigil, and today we drove for two hours, which exhausted the old god stick, so Fangzheng gave the old god stick a day off. Pay leave, go back and have a good rest.
At the same time, he also reimbursed the invoices to the old god stick, and part of the 50,000 rishi money was given to the old god stick as a dividend. Although the old god stick brand self-propelled human body hanger was not used this time, there is hard work without credit.
Hearing that there is still a dividend, this makes the old god stick happy, and the old chrysanthemum smiles like a blooming chrysanthemum.
And when Fangzheng returned to the community, it was almost afternoon.
When Fang Zheng was about to pass through the security room, Captain Liu in the security room stopped Fang Zheng: "Fang Zheng, here is your courier."
A black question mark appeared on Fangzheng's face?
Why doesn't he remember that he bought express delivery recently.
Captain Liu bent down to find the courier package, looked down at the courier face sheet and read: "The recipient is Fang...Yuyi, it's your niece's name, right?"
Hearing this, Fangzheng was stunned.
No wonder Yiyi suddenly approached him a few days ago to get a bank card and a certain treasure account. Fangzheng didn't think too much about Yiyi learning how to shop online.
Surfing the Internet with a tablet all day long, even elementary school monks know how to register a certain treasure.
Moreover, Yiyi's savings are only 200 yuan, Fangzheng is not worried about Yiyi spending money indiscriminately.
It's just that he was a little curious, what did Yiyi buy online
Thanks to Captain Liu, Fangzheng entered the community and walked to the door of the house. There was a sound of renovation from Police Officer Wei's house next door. The renovation progress of the house is almost almost there, and it is estimated that it will be finished in about ten days.
However, Zhang Yiwen, who was a little out of order, did not meet Police Officer Wei's cousin this time, and was relieved when she thought that it was daytime class time. What happened last time did not leave a psychological shadow on Zhang Yiwen, because the people in the special operations department collectively falsified the memory again.
At this moment, Fangzheng, who was holding the courier box, just took out the key to open the door, when he saw Yiyi and Xiaohei with the tail behind him, and he couldn't wait to run to the door.
Fangzheng immediately realized that something was wrong. This little kid, a furry kid, was staring at the express box in his hand and couldn't take his eyes off it.
Fangzheng looked suspiciously: "Yiyi, Xiao Hei, tell me, are you two trying to hide something from me?"
"Did you two buy this courier together?"
"What did you buy?"
Ps: Sorry, there is only one chapter today. Well, the group opened on the first day today, enthusiastic book lovers joined the group, newcomers and new groups are just me as the administrator, in the VIP group I chat one-on-one, review fan value, verify more than 200 book friends, have breakfast There was no time for lunch, and after chatting with more than 200 book friends, I collapsed until my fingers seemed to be broken, and it was difficult to type. I'll take a break early, and I'll make up for it tomorrow~
(end of this chapter)