"Inner ghost?"
Xue Tingxiang nodded: "If this matter is really strange, then there must be a ghost in the academy, so it makes sense."
"Then what are you going to do now? Scatter people out to every village to find them?" Zhao'er asked.
Seeing the hesitant look on Xue Tingyan's face, Zhao'er said again, "I think instead of casting a net all over the sky, it's better to focus on fishing. The student's family must be in the academy at this time. We might as well sneak into the Qinghe Academy to inquire about news."
"How do you mess up?"
"Don't forget Xue Juncai!"
Yes, Xue Juncai can now be in the Qinghe Academy.
"Will he help us?" Xue Tingxiang hated begging for others the most, let alone begging for his own nemesis. Although he is relieved now, every time he mentions Xue Juncai, he still rejects most of them.
Zhao'er glanced at him, sighed and said, "Actually, although Xue Juncai hates him, it's not really bad. Don't blame him for what the uncle and aunt did."
Xue Tingyan pursed his lips and said nothing.
In fact, this is the original sin theory. As long as Xue Jun is the son of the big room, for the people of the second room, he is born with a kind of original sin.
"You forgot that he always gave you something to eat when you were young. It was Grandma and Auntie who held him, and you didn't want to, so you two gradually became estranged."
It's true, the relationship between the two was still very good when they were young. But since the death of the second wife and his wife, Xue Tingxiang subconsciously rejected the people in the big room. Every time Xue Juncai came to him, he was greeted with cold eyes. Over time, the two became like passers-by.
But in fact, when they were young, the two of them could read a book together.
Books are expensive, and it is impossible for the Xue family to provide a set of enlightenment books for all their grandchildren. Xue Juncai used what Xue Qingshan used in the past, and Xue Tingyan did not have any available, so Xue Juncai sat with Xue Tingxiang, The two read a book together, and then they recognized the first word they knew.
The past is unbearable, and Xue Tingxiang still cares about it. How could Zhao'er not know what he was thinking, so he said, "I'll go to him and help me if I can, but if I can't help us, I'll figure out a way for us."
At the same time, people in Qingyuan Academy were panicked, and it was almost the same in Qinghe Academy.
Someone died inexplicably, and in the middle of the night, in the house, the people in the house were frightened.
Qinghe is different from Qingyuan. There are many students in the hall, so naturally it can't be a four-person dormitory, only eight or ten people. Xue Juncai was in the same room as Sun He, and Sun He slept in his next door.
When Sun He didn't go to the lecture hall that afternoon, Xue Juncai became confused and asked the other party, but the other party was unwilling to say anything.
After that, he often saw Sun He pressing his abdomen, and he thought that Sun He might be suffering from abdominal pain. When the lights were turned off at night, he faintly heard a very small moan from the neighboring shop, not only he heard it, but also Xu Hai next to him, Xu Hai also scolded Sun He, saying that he was disturbing him to sleep.
Sun He didn't speak at that time, and he didn't speak either.
It's not uncommon for old students in the academy to bully new students. Xue Juncai came to Qinghe Academy to realize that the world outside was like this.
In the same number house, there are also three, six, and nine grades. Those with good knowledge are first-class, and those with poor knowledge are first-class, and those with poor knowledge like him are still newcomers, and they are the lowest-class.
Like him, there is Sun He. Sun He is an old student, but because of the poverty of his family, he is rejected by others. The group of wealthy children in the museum often used Sun He to play tricks to vent their hatred. At first, Xue Juncai was not too angry, but in the end, he had no choice but to give in. He could only go home and manage his family to ask for money to please other students, so that he would not be isolated.
Sometimes in the dead of night, he would also think, what is a head.
But he must persevere, not to mention the high hopes of his parents and grandparents, he is not unaware that the family has sold land for him to go to school. There are also people from the second room. He knows how the villagers are talking about him now. He has to prove to everyone that he is the most capable person in the Xue family, so even if he can't bear it, he has to endure it.
But Sun He's death almost didn't make Xue Juncai collapse.
He watched Sun Hekou die with blood, and the blood seemed unstoppable. The whole house was stunned. The husband and the museum owner heard the news, and everyone in their house was quarantined that night.
No one knew what happened, and everyone was worried about whether Sun He's death would cause him any trouble. Frightened all night, they were not released until dawn the next day.
The owner of the museum said something to them, and since then Sun He has become a taboo, and no one is allowed to mention it again.
In fact, Xue Juncai didn't know what was going on. He heard that Sun He's family was here, and he even went to the Qingyuan Academy next door. He knew that this matter had nothing to do with him.
But how did Sun He die
Xue Juncai also thought silently for the past two days. He thought of Sun He's extraordinary beauty, and every time he was called out by those rich kids, his face was horribly pale when he came back, and he also remembered what he had heard. Some small words...
Then woke up from the dream.
"Xue Juncai, your sister is here to find you."
Xue Jun sat up from the bunk and didn't respond for a while, he fell asleep just now.
sister
He subconsciously got down from the bunk, in a daze. When he was led out, the man whispered in his ear: "Don't forget what the museum owner explained, don't say what you shouldn't say."
He bowed his head shyly and nodded slightly.
At this time, in the reception area of Qinghe Academy, there was a tall and beautiful woman standing. She was born with almond eyes, high nose and red lips, long black hair tied behind her head, a thin braid hanging down on each side of her cheeks, and a turban with small blue flowers on her head.
When you look at this dress, you can tell that it is a girl from a nearby village.
But this girl is beautiful, although she is a little darker, but she is not bad compared to those rich ladies, and she has an unusual charm.
When Xue Juncai saw Zhao'er, he was stunned subconsciously.
He had never seen Zhao'er dress up like this before. Zhao'er usually didn't pay much attention to dressing himself up. Even if he was wearing women's clothes, it would be fine if his hair was neatly combed. How could he dress up like this today.
"Juncai, you don't know that sister misses you!" As soon as Zhao'er saw Xue Juncai, he came over and said very affectionately.
Xue Juncai was even more stunned, and murmured a little sister subconsciously.
"Ouch, what's wrong with you? Why did you lose weight after you haven't seen it for a few days. My sister is out of the house, and you won't go back. My mother is worried that something happened to you in school, and she is afraid that you will not be able to eat well in school. I'll bring you some home-made meals, including meat, eggs, and big white steamed buns."
Zhao'er's attitude is too affectionate, as if she is really his sister. Xue Juncai has been under too much psychological pressure these days. When she saw her holding his hand and chattering, she couldn't help but red eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Zhao'er looked at him with some doubts, thinking that she might have scared him.
"I'm fine, I'm just busy with my studies. I didn't go back this time." Xue Juncai muttered.
Seeing this, Saifu, who was beside him, breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's fine, come and see what I brought you."
As Zhao'er spoke, he put the bamboo basket on his arm on the table next to him. Uncover the cloth above, and put a pot of vegetables, two small jars, and a few white flour steamed buns wrapped in cloth.
The dish is oily meat, but there are many side dishes in it, such as fungus, green peppers, cucumber slices, and sour bamboo shoots. It is fried with red peppers and smells good.
This is the art of recruiting.
Xue Juncai glanced at Zhao'er. Zhao'er always cooks for the dog on weekdays. In fact, he also wants to eat, but he has no face and can't open his mouth.
"Take two bites quickly, if you don't see your mouth, I won't be able to explain it to my mother when I go back." Saying that, Zhao'er glanced at Zhaifu standing next to him, and asked timidly, "This is the gentleman from your school? Haven't passed it, or I'll have a meal with my family Juncai, or the country food is poor, I'm afraid you will dislike it."
In fact, Zhaifu had been drooling for a long time, and the corners of his eyes kept rolling to this side, thinking about what kind of dishes this country girl made smelled so good. At this time, being asked such a question immediately felt a sense of shame to be dismantled.
He cleared his throat and pretended to look dignified: "You're welcome, girl, I'm not a gentleman." Then he said to Xue Juncai, "Since your sister asked you to eat, you can go back to the house after eating, don't delay for a long time. already."
"Yes."
After saying that, the Saifu went out. Zhao'er looked at his back suspiciously, then looked at Xue Juncai, who was really eating with chopsticks, and whispered, "Why do I think this person is weird?"
Xue Juncai squeezed the chopsticks in his hand and paused: "What's wrong."
In fact, he also knew in his heart that this Zhaifu came to look at him on purpose, just because he was afraid that they would not be able to stop talking nonsense, including the fact that even this time, the rest was cancelled. It is estimated that they will not be able to go back until it is over.
Zhao'er pretended to bring him vegetables and steamed buns, and at the same time asked in a low voice, "Actually, I came to ask you something today. There is a man named Sun He in your school, do you know him? The river of the great river."
Xue Juncai was shocked, and the chopsticks in his hand fell. He hurriedly picked it up, and Zhao'er also hurriedly said: "Look at what you're panicking about, just eat slowly, and when you go back, sister will make it for you. Your school is really good, and you won't let the students rest."
While she was speaking, Xue Juncai asked in a low voice, "What did you ask him to do?"
In fact, when Zhao Er saw that Xue Jun was like this, he knew that there must be clues in it, maybe he knew something else. Immediately speaking to him loudly, he intermittently whispered his intentions again.
"A human life has been framed on several innocent people like this. The owner of the library where Ting'er went to school was also involved. The owner of the library is a good person and has protected those students so far. But you must know that it was human life. If you know something, tell us so that your classmate Jiuquan can rest in peace.”
Xue Juncai ignored her and ate vegetables and steamed buns.
He was like a ghost reincarnated from starvation, and he devoured it. The dish was already spicy, so spicy that his lips were red, but he still ate it hard, and there was a fine layer of sweat on his forehead, it was obviously not summer yet.
When a steamed bun was finally finished, he took a deep breath, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.
Seeing this, Zhao'er touched the teapot beside him, and when he saw that there was water in it, he brought it and handed it to him. He drank a lot before he was relieved, but he was still choked up in his heart.
He remembered what the owner of the museum had said to them before. It was the first time he had seen such a hideous look from the owner of the museum who was not elegant. He also remembered those wealthy children who had done bad things in school and bullied honest students...
When the heaven has given people a great responsibility, they must first suffer their minds and wills, labor their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skin, and deplete their bodies. The book taught them so, and so did the gentlemen. Including himself, he has always motivated himself like this, but sometimes there are some things that are not painful.
He remembered that Sun He always had a pale face...
Xue Jun only knew what was good for him, and the owner of the museum promised them that as long as they paid attention to their mouths, at least one of them would do it next year. He finally got what his father had told him thousands of times, but he was not happy at all.
Before he could understand it, he heard some words coming out of his mouth, the voice was very unfamiliar and hoarse.
Finally finished speaking, Xue Juncai picked up the kettle and poured some water into his mouth before standing up. He looked at Zhao'er and said loudly: "Sister, go back and tell your mother, let him not worry about me. I'm doing well in school. I will study hard and try to get a name and go back next year."
Zhao'er was still in shock, and she nodded immediately after hearing the words: "The elder sister has gone back. When will you take a break, elder sister will pick you up."
"Um."
Xue Juncai took the two jars of pickles that Zhao'er brought him and returned to the house.
On the other side, Zhao'er walked out of the gate of the academy holding a bamboo basket. She walked forward with her head down and kept walking until someone called her on the side of the road, and she came back to her senses.
"Have you heard?" It was Xue Tingxiang.
"I heard."