Voluntary reporting? I didn't expect Dong Yongyuan and the others to be successful
Ji Lang's expression did not fluctuate too much, and he was not particularly surprised because Wu Miaomiao suddenly wanted to go to college: "Why did you suddenly change your mind?"
Of course it's because Xianggong you like female college students.
But if I say that, I will be under pressure, so I will not talk about it for now. When my husband comes back to his senses one day, he suddenly finds that I have all the looks he likes, and he will definitely like me more.
Alas, a good-looking person is privileged, and people are willing to do many things for him willingly.
"Huh?" Ji Lang saw that Wu Miaomiao not only did not answer his question, but stared at his face in a daze, and couldn't help reminding him.
"Oh, it's like this." Wu Miaomiao came back to her senses, "Isn't it necessary to have a bachelor's degree to become a monk now? I thought about it, I've been studying for more than ten years anyway, and it's not less than four years. "
monk? Dong Yongyuan used this reason to persuade Wu Miaomiao. What a strange brain circuit, no wonder he couldn't persuade him yesterday.
No matter what the reason was for deciding to go to study, since Wu Miaomiao decided to go, where would Ji Lang go further? He bent down and opened the drawer of his desk, took out a spare laptop from it, and handed it to Wu Miaomiao. : "The password is the tail number of my mobile phone."
Wu Miaomiao took the computer, walked to the rest area in the corner of the office, sat down, and turned on the computer.
Ji Lang glanced at it without a trace, and thought a little worriedly: This girl didn't plan to go to college from the beginning, and it is estimated that she didn't take the college entrance examination very seriously. In addition, she is always sleepy in class on weekdays, so the score will not be too high. . However, whether the score is high or not, and whether the university you have been admitted to is good or not, these are secondary. Is it just that Wu Miaomiao will fill in the volunteers? Don't fill it out blindly, when you fill in the volunteers and you are not admitted, you will be busy.
Ji Lang couldn't help it, and suggested out loud, "Ask your former classmates and teachers when you fill out the application form to see how to fill it out."
"I've already made up my mind, don't ask them." Wu Miaomiao said to herself.
"Have you figured it out?" Ji Lang was startled, didn't you just decide to go to university five minutes ago? Did you figure it out? Have you checked your college entrance examination scores, and have you made up your mind
"Well, I plan to find a university closest to the studio, or the closest to my home, so that I won't be too far away from you, Xiang Gong." Wu Miaomiao expressed her thoughts.
"..." Ji Lang pinched his eyebrows with a headache, but fortunately he asked, otherwise Wu Miaomiao would have to fall off the list, "The university you are talking about is Haicheng University, although Haicheng University is not as good as Qingbei, but It is also a century-old famous school, with an admission score of more than 630 points every year.”
"Haicheng University? Haicheng University, I found it." After Wu Miaomiao heard Ji Lang's words, she started to search for the application number of Haicheng University on the computer. Click the mouse to confirm the submission.
"It's done." After submitting, Wu Miaomiao closed the computer and sent the notebook back to Ji Lang.
Ji Lang stared blankly at Wu Miaomiao, watched her approach him step by step, then put the laptop in front of him, and asked in disbelief, "Have you finished reporting?"
"Well." Wu Miaomiao nodded.
"Haicheng University?"
"Well." Wu Miaomiao continued to nod.
Ji Lang took a deep breath and felt that his 50,000 yuan bonus was probably for nothing. If Wu Miaomiao was any of the four employees below, he would have to scold the other party for his blood spray. Nine years of obligation, three years of high school, ten years of cold window, it took five minutes to decide to go to college, and then another three minutes wasted this decision, It's really... good.
Ji Lang took the computer and put it back in the drawer, feeling exhausted both physically and mentally.
This is the first time in nearly 20 years that he has been worrying about other people's affairs, and it really verifies his consistent principle of doing things, and he shouldn't be meddling!
When Wu Miaomiao went downstairs, the studio group of four all looked at her eagerly, trying to see something from Wu Miaomiao's face. But Wu Miaomiao's expression was too dull, she went downstairs and continued to return to the area, making it impossible to see whether she had filled out her volunteers.
Dong Yongyuan thought about his 50,000 yuan bonus, and he was very nervous, but he didn't dare to ask. After finally getting off work, Ji Lang came down from the upstairs, but with Ji Lang's face that was a little more gloomy than before, Dong Yongyuan was completely cold.
"Sure enough, is it still a failure?" Dong Yongyuan seemed to see the five hundred red bills with white flowers floating away from his hands. He once thought he was within reach.
"If you want to open up, it was originally a windfall, but in fact, you have nothing to lose." Shan Junyi comforted.
"Why not, a seafood dinner." Dong Yongyuan said with a heartache.
In the early morning, Ji Lang lost sleep again. He got up and went to the living room to get some water. When he opened the door, he found that the TV in the living room was actually on and was playing a cartoon. Ji Lang was stunned, looked closely, and found a rag doll who was squatting on the coffee table and watching intently.
The little guy was very attentive, Ji Lang poured a glass of water, everyone sat down on the sofa, and the little guy on the coffee table didn't look back at him.
It seems that in order not to wake him and Wu Miaomiao, the little guy didn't turn on the sound when watching the cartoon. The TV at this time was like a mime, and I don't know how the little guy watched it with such interest.
Ji Langjue took the remote control and turned on a voice.
The ghost boy was startled by the sudden sound effect, turned around, and found Ji Lang: "You can't sleep again?"
Ji Lang frowned: "Why don't you think you woke me up?"
"I clearly didn't turn on the sound, so it wouldn't disturb you at all. And you got up early yesterday morning and sat on the sofa until dawn. Today, you woke up not long after falling asleep. It's been like this for two days, you must be sleeping. No." The ghost boy said clearly.
"..." Ji Lang rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, this kid is quite smart.
"Did you do a lot of unfortunate things, so you can't sleep." The ghost boy said again.
"You know quite a lot." Ji Lang said.
"I'm a ghost. I only scare people who have done bad things. But you are not the worst. Many bad people have clearly done bad things, and they sleep well at night." Speaking of the back, the childish voice of the ghost boy There was a trace of obvious hatred.
Ji Lang glanced at the ghost boy, but didn't answer rationally. He had enough nightmares every day, but he didn't want to hear it when he was awake.
"Hey, I still want to eat Oreos." The ghost boy suddenly shouted to Ji Lang.
"Am I being too good to you, what made you misunderstood?" Ji Lang had a headache, and his face turned cold when he heard the words, "Where do you take this place? Hotel? Dare to ask, believe it or not, I'll do it right now. Lock you in the drawer."
The ghost boy trembled in fright: "I, I won't eat your food for nothing. After three months, my strength will come back, and I can promise to do something for you."
"Heh." Ji Lang sneered, what does he need a little devil to help with.
I know there are not many good people in this world.
Gui Boy's eyes showed disappointment, but he stubbornly did not speak, turned around and continued to watch his cartoons.
Ji Lang saw that the ghost boy finally stopped, and his expression softened a little. He only let the ghost doll stay in the room because of Wu Miaomiao's face. If anything else was thrown out by him long ago. In the end, I didn't expect this ghost doll to be rude. Yesterday, I only dared to sneak craving for biscuits. Today, not only did I watch cartoons on TV directly in the living room, but I actually opened my mouth to ask him for something just now.
It's really going to be an inch.
When he got angry, Ji Lang felt that his head was hurting badly again. He lowered his head and opened the small drawer under the coffee table. He remembered that there was still medicine for headache in it. Ji Lang had a severe headache and was impatient. He stretched out his hand and took a few random handfuls in the drawer, and took out a bunch of odds and ends. There are some spare change left over from buying things I don't know when, there are extra chargers from changing the phone, and a few batteries... Finally, Ji Lang finally found a bottle of medicine for the headache. He glanced at the expiration date and found that it had not expired. He poured out one and swallowed it with water.
Ever since he knew that Wu Miaomiao had to bless him, he needed to consume a lot of magic power, and Ji Lang made up his mind not to let Wu Miaomiao use it easily. In fact, he can now sleep peacefully once a week, and the headache is much relieved than before. If it was before, he would not need to take medicine for this mild headache. It's just that I've been living too comfortably recently, and my head hasn't hurt for a long time. It suddenly hurts, and I feel a little uncomfortable.
Sure enough, it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, and it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. If Wu Miaomiao leaves him in the future, he will return to his previous state again...
Just thinking of this, Ji Lang felt unreasonably bad, and the gloomy aura swirled in the living room in an instant, and the ghost boy who had been trying to reduce his sense of existence suddenly shivered.
Fortunately, Ji Lang didn't stay in the living room for too long. After taking the medicine, he went back to his room. He didn't turn off the TV in the living room before leaving, and the ghost boy let out a long sigh of relief.
"Why did this wizard pick such a fierce boyfriend." The ghost boy couldn't help but complain, such a fierce person is not a person who will love his girlfriend at first sight, and he will definitely not be a good father if he gives birth to a child in the future.
After Ji Lang left, the ghost boy was more comfortable watching cartoons, and before he knew it, the episode ended. Whether it was before or after his death, Ghost Boy had never watched cartoons as happily as now, so even the ending songs of the animations were watched with interest, without using the remote control to fast-forward or change channels.
After the end of the ending song, the ghost boy picked up the remote control to change the channel, intending to find a new TV program to watch, and then changed, he suddenly saw a familiar person on the TV.
It was an interview. The background was a small private orphanage. On the TV, a middle-aged man with half-white hair and old clothes was introducing the environment of the orphanage to reporters.
"I heard that this is a private orphanage?" the reporter asked.
"Yes." The middle-aged man said.
"How did that start?"
"About ten years ago, I picked up an abandoned child in the trash can by the roadside. The child was so cute that I couldn't bear to keep it. Later, I picked up a few more, and I put the suburban children. A small two-story building was rented and I lived there with my children. Later, people around me knew that I adopted the child, and slowly, some people left the child directly at my door. In this way, the orphanage slowly formed."
"There are so many children, haven't you thought about not accepting them?"
"That's a life. It's a life that just came into this world. How can I bear it?"
"I heard that you put your entire net worth in the orphanage?" the reporter asked.
"Most of the abandoned children have defects in their bodies. They are either born weak or disabled. I did spend a lot of money to treat them. Fortunately, there are many volunteers and caring people in the society. I often donate money and materials, which has helped us a lot." The middle-aged man said affectionately.
At the end of the interview, the reporter appealed to the camera: "This is the Red Heart Orphanage. There are a total of 26 abandoned children. Although they have no parents, they still live happily and strong under the care of Director Hong. More people like Dean Hong, lend a helping hand to them and let them thrive."
Then at the bottom of the screen, two lines of subtitles appeared, with the address of the orphanage, the donation account number, and the phone number of the contact person written on it. Behind the subtitles are the innocent and cute faces of the children in the orphanage.
"Hong Zhenqing!" The ghost boy stared bitterly at the middle-aged man on the TV who was playing with the children with a kind face.
Last time, if it wasn't for those three stinky Taoist priests, he would have killed Hong Zhengqing. Damn, it will take three months for my strength to recover.
No, I can't let him have such a comfortable three months.
The ghost boy turned around on the table, and his eyes suddenly fell on the pile of coins next to him. This was just picked up by Ji Lang when he was looking for medicine. There were a lot of them, about a dozen.
The ghost boy looked at the coins on the table, and then looked at the contact number displayed on the TV screen. It was Hong Zhenqing's mobile phone number.
The ghost boy suddenly got up, picked up two coins, carefully stuffed it into his small clothes, and then the ghost boy jumped off the coffee table with his chubby belly, then climbed up the balcony railing, and jumped again. Down.
With a snap, the ghost boy fell on the lawn downstairs.
The ghost boy stood up, and the first thing he did was to touch the coin on his chest. At this time, he was cotton and didn't feel pain. After confirming that the coin was still there, he ran out of the community. Out of the community, and all the way to run along the road.
Fortunately, it was early in the morning, and there were no pedestrians on the road. Otherwise, if someone bumped into a rag doll the size of a slap running under the street light, the scene must have been very scary. The ghost boy ran down the road for about twenty minutes, and finally stopped in front of a phone booth.
This is a functional telephone booth set up by telecommunications companies in order to facilitate citizens to make calls when mobile phones were not yet popular. After so many years, many telephone booths have been removed, but some are still preserved, and this one found by the ghost boy is one of them.
The ghost boy got into the phone booth, climbed up for a long time, sat on the phone, and then spent a lot of time stuffing coins, dialing, and finally dialing the phone number he just remembered.
The phone beeped, and after about five or six beeps, the phone was finally connected.
"Hey?"
The ghost boy didn't expect to be able to get through, and his whole body was shaking with excitement.
"Hello, this is the Red Heart Orphanage, I'm Hong Zhenqing." Hong Zhenqing introduced himself habitually.
"Dad Hong." The ghost boy suddenly said.
"Who are you? Are you a child from an orphanage?" Hong Zhenqing asked gently.
"I didn't go out from the orphanage." The ghost boy laughed.
"Are you a child in the yard? What troublemaker are you? Why don't you sleep? I'll come right here, be careful I catch you and spank you." There was a rustling voice on the other end of the phone. It seemed that Hong Zhenqing was there. Get up and get dressed. At this time, Hong Zhenqing's voice was still gentle and kind.
"I'm in the basement." The ghost boy continued to smile, "Dad Hong, didn't you keep me in the basement? Don't you remember me?"
"Who the hell are you?!" Hong Zhenqing's voice changed suddenly, and there was finally a hint of fear in his voice.
"It's me, you locked me in the basement three years ago, don't you remember. I'm so scared, come and let me out, or... I'll come to you." The ghost boy's voice was young and innocent , but this kind of voice, at this point in time, spreads to the ears of ordinary people along the telephone line, and the degree of horror can be seen.
After a short burst of breathing, the phone clicked and hung up.
The ghost boy finished the phone call, smiled with satisfaction, did not stop, and returned the same way after exiting the phone booth.
In the Red Heart Orphanage, half a city away, the director Hong Zhenqing was paralyzed on the carpet in the room with a pale face. At his feet was the mobile phone he had just thrown away.
"A prank, someone must have made a prank. There can be no ghosts in this world, no ghosts." Hong Zhenqing brainwashed himself over and over again, "Impossible, impossible."
But his memory couldn't help remembering a child three years ago. It was a very smart child, and he was very cute, but he was too smart and saw things he shouldn't have seen. He didn't want him to die at all, he could have been one of the children who went out of the orphanage.
But no matter how Hong Zhenqing comforted himself, he was destined to not sleep peacefully that night.
On the second day, he got up as usual and presided over the affairs of the orphanage as I used to. At 8:00 in the morning, volunteers came one after another. Some help make breakfast, some give toys, clothes and money, and some come to teach children how to read.
At the end of the day's work, Hong Zhenqing was so sleepy that he fell asleep. The phone rang again in the middle of the night, and he got on the phone again in a daze.
"Dad Hong, why haven't you come to the basement to find me, I'm so cold..."
Hong Zhenqing threw the phone out in fright, but the voice on the other end of the phone did not stop. The children's crisp laughter kept coming from the other end of the phone, and they kept laughing for a full minute until the phone hung up automatically. until.
It was another sleepless night, and it was not until dawn and the sun came in that Hong Zhenqing dared to get his cell phone. He rummaged through the call records he received last night, and found that the call time and caller number of this call were the same number at the same time as last night's.
For four or five days in a row, Hong Zhenqing received a midnight phone call every night. If he didn't answer, the phone would keep ringing. Then the next day at the same time, the call will come back.
It's not that Hong Zhenqing never thought about changing his phone number, but as the director of the orphanage, in order to raise funds, his phone number cannot be easily changed or even turned off.
"President Hong, why are you looking so bad? Are you uncomfortable?" a college student volunteer asked with concern.
"It's okay, I just didn't sleep well last night." Hong Zhenqing replied with a smile.
"President Hong, you have to pay attention to your health. You still have to take care of these children," said the college student volunteer.
"I know." Hong Zhenqing thought for a while, then suddenly asked, "Xiao Zhao, can you help me find a phone number?"
"Number? What number?" Volunteer Xiao Zhao asked.
"This." Hong Zhenqing showed the phone call record to the other party.
"Hey, why did I call you so many times from this phone number? It's still the middle of the night." Xiao Zhao wondered.
"Yeah, it was a harassing phone call. I didn't speak when I called. I didn't answer it later, but I still called every night." Hong Zhenqing said.
"It's a prank, no wonder you look bad, it's all because of this phone call, I'll check it out for you." Xiao Zhao was a little angry, but Dean Hong was a kind man who had taken in dozens of orphans with all his wealth. , how could someone prank him like that.
Xiao Zhao spent a lot of time finding the location of the phone: "I checked, this is a public phone, in the city center, near the original old city."
"Public phone?"
"Yes, this person must have done it on purpose, no, we will call the police." Xiao Zhao said excitedly.
"Don't don't, it's just a few phone calls. It won't call the police. If I don't answer it, the other party may stop in a few days." Hong Zhenqing didn't want to call the police. What if the police intervened and found out the contents of the call
"President Hong, you are too kind." Xiao Zhao disagreed.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" At this moment, a figure in a Taoist robe walked in from outside the orphanage.
"Daoist Qingxuan." Xiao Zhao knew Qingxuan. This Taoist priest was the Taoist priest of the Taoist Temple on Yihe Mountain. He knew some Chinese medicine.
"President Hong, your face is a little bad, but you're not feeling well." Daoist Qingxuan frowned when he saw Hong Zhenqing's face.
"The dean hasn't slept well, recently..."
"Xiao Zhao, go see Tingting, she was talking about you last night." Hong Zhenqing interrupted Xiao Zhao.
"Really, then I'll go see her." Xiao Zhao turned around and left without any doubts.
"Dean, let me help you check your pulse." Daoist Qingxuan had been observing for a while. Although Dean Hong looked tired, there was no evil spirit on his body. It wasn't that the ghost boy was causing trouble. Since it's not sneaky, it means that the body is ill.
"Do not bother."
"It's not troublesome, just take a pulse." Qing Xuan smiled.
Hong Zhenqing couldn't refuse, so he sat under the tree next to Qingxuan Daochang.
"President Hong, have you been frightened recently, or are you worried about something?" Qing Xuan asked while feeling his pulse.
Hong Zhenqing looked at Qingxuan's blue-colored road, and thought about it: "Actually, I have had nightmares for several days recently, and there was a seven- or eight-year-old child in my dream..."
Ghost boy! Qing Xuan's eyes narrowed.
"I don't know what's wrong. I keep dreaming about this child. Do you think I got dirty things?" Hong Zhenqing asked tentatively, "Master, is there any... ghost in this world?"
Qing Xuan smiled slightly and replied, "It seems that the dean is indeed having a nightmare. Where does the ghost come from in this world, it's just a ghost in the heart."
Daoist Qingxuan's words just didn't want to irritate Dean Hong, so he deliberately said that there were no ghosts, but he didn't know that there was a ghost in his heart that really hit Dean Hong's heart.
"The dean is a person of great kindness. He has his own merits and virtues to protect him. Even if there is a ghost, he will be fine." Qingxuan said long.
"Where did I get the merits?" Dean Hong said modestly, "If it really did, I wouldn't have nightmares."
It seemed that Dean Hong was really frightened. Daoist Qingxuan thought for a while and pointed, "Where did this string of beads in Dean's hand come from?"
"This, when I first founded the orphanage, a master passed by. I stayed at the master for one night, and the master gave me the beads, saying that it was the accommodation fee." Director Hong said.
"It turns out that, Dean, the master who gave you the Buddha beads is very virtuous. You bring this Buddha beads, there are absolutely no taboos, and ghosts will not invade." Qingxuan said, "Not to mention whether there are ghosts in this world, even if there are, as long as If you come across your Buddha beads, it will be ashes."
"Really?" Dean Hong's eyes were slightly startled.
Is it ashes
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