80s Taoism

　　 "Mother, that yellow leather is so pitiful. Shall we save it?" Zhang Jonghua looked at the yellow leather and kept crying, feeling sour, and took La Niang's hand.

　　 "No." For Liu Qiaoye, Zai Zai is the only thing she needs to consider.

　　 Zhang Youping walked over, "Let the flowers go."

　　Although he didn't want others to look at Cubs with strange eyes, Cubs were different after all. But Zhang Youping felt that there might be nothing wrong with being different. At least he is not so ordinary.

　　 "But..." Liu Qiaoye looked at the man in confusion.

　　 Zhang Youping nodded to the wife, "Let him go."

　　 "Mother..." Zhang Jiaohua looked at the pitiful eyes of Huang Pizi pinched in Grandpa Jiwang's hand, and couldn't help but want to save it. It is like his own playmates. Zhang Jiaohua can even recall that on the day of the accident, the little friend kept calling himself in his dream. If you can wake up that day and call the villagers to save people in time, maybe the result will be different.

　　 Since that day, in a short period of time, Zhang Biaohua has matured a lot and began to understand what death is all about. Those playmates who were still with him a few days ago are not the same as before. Zhang Biaohua seemed to feel Huang Pizi's eyes at this time, perhaps the same as the last eyes of several playmates that day. How much they hope they can be their saviour.

　　 Liu Qiaoye let go of Cub’s hand and said softly, "Go."

　　 Liu Qiaoye always obeys a man's decision. Although she may still feel that a man's decision this time may not be correct, she always can't bear to sweep a man's face in front of others.

　　 Zhang Jiwang has been waiting for Liu Qiaoye's words. He didn't want to be the executor of Huang Pizi's final destiny.

"You Ping, Qiao Ye, you can think about it. When you have something, don't blame me. Anyway, I am a young man. This yellow man dares to do things, and it is a big deal to give up this old life." Zhang Jiwang He said in a deep voice, his hands could not help but increase his strength.

　　 Hearing Zhang Jiwang's words, the yellow leather neck shrank and his body was trembling.

　　 "Grandpa Jiwang, let me deal with it. My parents agreed." Zhang Jiaohua ran to Grandpa Jiwang.

　　 Zhang Youping and the couple also nodded.

　　 "Okay. Begging flowers, be careful. The dog jumps over the wall in a hurry, this thing is anxious, and dare to bite." Zhang Jiwang reminded.

　　 Zhang Biaohua took Huang Pizi from Zhang Jiwang. The Huang Pizi was so obedient that he was motionless in Zhang Biaohua's hands.

　　 Zhang begged and put Huang Pizi on the ground, but Huang Pizi did not immediately run away.

　　 The next more eye-popping scene happened. The yellow leather man stood up, and his two front feet made an awkward movement, which looked like a child at all.

　　 "This is?" Zhang Jiwang stared at the scene in front of him dumbfounded.

　　The people in the village were all surprised. They didn't expect a yellow leather to have such spirituality. At the same time, he is more convinced that Zhang Jiahua is the kind of psychic person. Psychic people can communicate yin and yang, and can communicate with gods. Ordinary people fear gods, but they never want to come into contact with such psychic people.

　　 "Let's go, don't come to the village anymore." Zhang Jiaohua said.

　　 The yellow leather turned and left, walked a few steps, and then turned back to Zhang Huahua. Then he went into the woods and disappeared.

　　 Zhang Benrui and his wife moved away from Zhang Jiaohua’s house on the same day and went to their brother’s house. Every household in the village donated a little money to help Zhang Benrui's family. In the countryside, no matter who's home is affected by the disaster, the villagers will not stand by.

　　Life is difficult, life is too fragile to nature, and vulnerable groups must learn to help each other to survive any difficult time.

　　 The reason why Zhang Benrui and his wife left Zhang Biaohua so quickly was not because they were afraid of causing trouble to Zhang Biaohua's house, but because they were afraid of Zhang Biaohua. The possessed demon spirit can be expelled from Ma Jinxiu's body at will, even the psychic Huang Shulang is so afraid of Zhang Biaohua.

　　 Every time Zhang Jiahua looked at it with curious eyes, the two of them felt numb. Who knows what is going on in that little head?

　　 The determination of Zhang Benrui and his wife to leave made both Zhang Youping and Zhang Youping a little surprised. This is not the character of Zhang Benrui's couple at all. Could it be that after this ordeal, the two sexes have changed?

　　 Zhang Biaohua was more seriously pointed at by the villagers at school the next day.

　　 Although they dare not say anything in front of Zhang Jiahua, it does not prevent them from talking behind their backs.

　　 Zhang beggar is used to playing with his own. Sometimes he catches a locust in the mountain behind the school and counts how many pairs of its wings. Either open an ant nest and study why the same ants are the same, the difference will be so big. Sometimes, pick a few flowers and wear them on your ears to see if the butterfly will treat him as a flower...

　　 Meizi'ao Primary School is also a very important transfer station for information dissemination in Meizi'ao. As a more important member of this transfer station, Gong Ziyuan’s information channels are naturally very smooth~www.wuxiamtl.com~ When eating in the cafeteria, the new teacher Gong Ziyuan learned about Zhang Jiahua from several local private teachers in Meiziao. The legendary story.

　　As a deep-rooted materialist, Gong Ziyuan always scorns such strange talks. But many times, what a person says may not be believed. But countless people keep saying the same thing in your ears, and there are not too many people who can calm down. Gong Ziyuan began to be a little suspicious. He wants to investigate this matter clearly. So Zhang Jiaohua appeared in his office.

　　 "Now the whole school is telling your story. You tell the teacher, is it true that the weasel became a sperm?" Gong Ziyuan said.

　　 "I don't know." Zhang Jiaohua scratched his head, sorry, teacher, my mother refused to tell the truth.

　　 "Don't you know?" Gong Ziyuan felt a little unable to ask, "Didn't the children in your village say that you saved your neighbor by casting a spell?"

　　 "I don't know." Zhang Jiahua was also very embarrassed. His mother refused to tell the truth, but she didn't tell herself how to tell lies.

　　 "Then why did you let the weasel go?" Gong Ziyuan felt a sense of powerlessness. If this kid talks about something to you, maybe he can analyze the authenticity of Zhang's words, but this kid doesn't play cards according to the rules, what's the matter?

　　 Zhang called the flower and almost didn't say "I don't know" again, but when he talked about it, he suddenly felt that this question can be known, "That yellow leather is so pitiful. I still see it crying."

　　 "It turned out to be like this." Gong Ziyuan nodded. This is an error. The world is still materialistic~www.wuxiamtl.com~, you are welcome to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ mobile phone users, please go to read.