Traveled into the chronicle and was pampered by a reckless man

The car drove into the village, and Sheng Rong saw a steamed stuffed bun shop by the side of the road, a drawer of steamed stuffed buns was coming out of the cage, and white steam was rising upwards, which aroused the gluttons, so he proposed to buy some and take them up the mountain to eat, just to warm up the body .

Zhou Chunhe and Zhao Bin had no objections, so they parked the car on the side of the road, and Sheng Rong went to buy it alone.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and there was no intention of stopping. There were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road. Seeing that Sheng Rong had not returned, Zhou Chunhe looked out through the open car window and saw Sheng Rong and an old man pulling each other, as if they were going to The old man had something in his hand.

Zhou Chunhe smiled, "Looking at Sheng Rong, I guess he's learning from Lei Feng to do good deeds again."

When Zhao Bin heard this, he turned his head to take a look, didn't he? Judging from the situation, the old man had no money to buy buns, and Sheng Rong used the money to help.

However, when Sheng Rong turned around and came back, the old man came with him carrying a package.

"Yes, I guess we have to send the Buddha to the west." Zhou Chunhe popped out the cigarette butt, released the handbrake, and prepared to drive.

Sheng Rong led the old man over, and said with a smile, "You say it's a coincidence, this old man is also going to Wangjiaba Village, I thought we happened to be on the way, so we should go together?"

Zhao Bin nodded, and Zhou Chunhe had no objection. Seeing that people got into the car, he started the car and drove towards Wangjiaba Village.

Sheng Rong and the old man sat in the back, and Zhou Chunhe and Zhao Bin sat in the front. Seeing that the old man was a bit cramped, Sheng Rong exchanged some pleasantries and asked the old man where he came back from and who was his relative.

The old man patted the snow that fell on the burden, and covered it in his arms again. He didn't know if he was frozen and stiff. He wanted to speak several times but couldn't say it. Finally, he just replied, "I came back from a far away place."

Sheng Rong thought he was frozen, so he didn't talk to him anymore, but couldn't help but look at him a few more times. He always felt that this person looked very familiar, probably a relative of a certain family in Wangjiaba Village.

The car soon arrived at Wangjiaba Village. Unlike usual, no one gathered at the entrance of the village to chat and chat under the jujube tree, and there were no dolls who came forward to watch the jeep. It was too cold and the snow was too heavy. Adults and children were all huddled together home.

Zhou Chunhe turned off the car, and the rest of the people also got out of the car.

Sheng Rong said that Wangjiaba Village had arrived, and the old man hugged the bundle in his arms tightly, and walked forward two steps staggeringly.

Zhao Bin frowned, "It wasn't like this just now, was it?"

Sheng Rong was also surprised, as if the old man had gone through many vicissitudes at once, so he stepped forward and asked, "Old man, whose house are you going to?"

The old man looked at the village in front of him, under the cover of heavy snow, it was unusually deserted and desolate, but his eyes were full of turbid old tears, full of deep nostalgia.

Turning around, he wiped his eyes and said slowly, "I'm looking for Lao Zhou's family."

"Old Zhou's family? Zhou Chunhe!" Sheng Rong called Zhou Chunhe without waiting for the old man to answer.

Zhou Chunhe parked his car and came over. Obviously, he also heard the old man's words to find the old Zhou's family. A strange impulse surged in his heart. Looking at the old man with a vicissitudes and weathered face in front of him, he asked, " Who are you?" As soon as he uttered it, it was already a question, and the iron-like hard fist was unconsciously tightened.

The old man looked at Zhou Chunhe, looked again, looked again, and finally saw clearly, and the muddy tears flowed down, dripping on his unshaven beard, dripping on his tattered clothes, and dripping on his tight skin. On the burden of maintenance.

"I'm Zhou Shanquan."

Coincidentally, his father, who has been dead for 25 years, is also named Zhou Shanquan.

Zhou Chunhe took a big step back and bumped into Zhao Bin, "Have you brought the air gun? You can't fight wild boar without a gun."

Zhao Bin gave him some strength and replied, "It seems that he didn't bring it."

Zhou Chunhe smiled wryly, "Then I guess we won't be able to fight today."

He went straight home without looking at Zhou Shanquan, who had the same name as his father.

Sheng Rong knew about Zhou Shanquan. After Zhou Chunhe left, he took a closer look and finally determined who he looked like——Zhou Chunhe!No, it should be said that Zhou Chunhe looks like him.

"You, aren't you dead?" Sheng Rong asked.

Zhou Shanquan lowered his head, "I didn't."

"Then why are you coming back?" Sheng Rong was a little annoyed.

Zhou Shanquan stopped talking, yes, why did he come back?Add trouble to Chunhe's mother and son?But he couldn't bear it anymore. After such a big incident, he couldn't bear it anymore.He was never one to take responsibility.

Zhao Bin grabbed a handful of snow on the ground, squeezed it into a ball, and threw it out heavily. Then he turned around and said to Sheng Rong, "Let's find a place for him to stay."

Zhou Shanquan was wearing thin clothes and was already shivering from the cold. Coupled with the psychological impact, he was really not far from death.

Sheng Rong was in a dilemma, "Where can I get him?" Who would let him stay? A person who had been dead for more than [-] years suddenly came back to life, and no one would accept him.

Zhao Bin pointed casually, "Let's go to school." The students are on vacation now, and the school is empty.

"Okay, let's go to school." Sheng Rong agreed, and walked towards the school with Zhou Shanquan, whose hands and feet were numb.

Zhao Bin didn't want to take care of these shitty things, but it had already involved Jiang Lu, so he had to take care of it.

Zhou Chunhe returned home, opened the door, and walked into the yard. He didn't see Mrs. Zhou, and called out "Mother" loudly.

Mrs. Zhou came out of the backyard in a hurry, "What are you shouting about, I'm catching chickens."

"Why are you catching chickens?"

"Feed the medicine, there is a chicken that has been pooping white in the past two days, and it is the Chinese New Year, so I have to let it stay in the pot no matter what."

Zhou Chunhe wanted to laugh, this is Zhou Huang's style, never waste, never let oneself work for nothing.

Mrs. Zhou looked back again, "Why did you come back alone?"

This question touched Zhou Chunhe's sore spot, "Mother, you said my father is dead?"

Mrs. Zhou was taken aback, and patted the snow on her body, "Why are you so nervous? How many years have you been dead? Don't you go to put incense on the grave every Qingming?"

Zhou Chunhe laughed, "That's right, how can the dead be resurrected."

Zhou Pozi looked at her son suspiciously, stepped forward and touched his forehead, "I don't have a fever."

In a blink of an eye, Zhou Chunhe's eyes turned red, "Mom, just now someone called Zhou Shanquan, do you think I should beat him up?"

Mrs. Zhou looked at her son, her thick lips parted, "Where is it?"

"At the entrance of the village."

"What else did he say?" Mrs. Zhou held the broom in her hand and began to sweep the floor unconsciously.

"I ignored him, and I didn't know him."

"It's right to ignore him, ignore him, never ignore him, your father died a long time ago, I watched..." Mrs. Zhou murmured, intermittently.

At that moment, Mrs. Zhou's panic was all seen in Zhou Chunhe's eyes, and his heart was as cold as the flying snow all over the sky.

"He died a long time ago, where is he!" Mrs. Zhou suddenly raised her broom and rushed towards the gate of the courtyard.

"Mother!" Zhou Chunhe yelled through the sky, startling the birds on the trees, and there was a brief noise in the sky.

Mrs. Zhou ran to the entrance of the village as if returning to the light, but she couldn't see anyone, and looked around like crazy again. She just happened to meet Zhao Bin coming down the hillside, grabbed his clothes and asked, "Where is that person?"

"Who?"

"He, he—" Mrs. Zhou couldn't say the name.

"Zhou Shanquan!" Zhou Chunhe arrived and spoke out for his mother.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Bin's guess was almost the same. He pointed to the school and said, "It's there."

Zhao Bin's calm and breezy and Zhou Chunhe's mother and son's fury are equally lethal in this snowy field.

Mrs. Zhou sprinted up another [-] meters, raising the broom in her hand high, like a cock fighting too fast.

Sheng Rong was sitting down with Zhou Shanquan when the door of the classroom was kicked open by a huge force. Zhou Shanquan trembled and fell off the student's stool to the ground in fright. Sheng Rong was also shocked.

Looking back, it was clearly Zhou Chunhe and Mrs. Zhou who was holding a broom to eat people, and they all understood in an instant.

Subconsciously, he wanted to step aside to avoid accidental injury, but his rationality also involved him. If he stepped back at this time, he would die.

He glanced at the door urgently, saw Zhao Bin's figure, suddenly heaved a sigh of relief, and retreated to the side tacitly.

When Mrs. Zhou saw the people on the ground, she was in a daze for a while, and then took a step forward to take a look. When she saw it clearly, she saw it clearly, and she looked carefully, then the broom was not polite.

At this time, Zhou Shanquan was like a rat crossing the street, stealing a year's food from Mrs. Zhou, and was beaten to death by Mrs. Zhou, trying to kill him without mercy.

Thanks to the classroom, there are tables, chairs and benches, so Mrs. Zhou's broom couldn't fall all over Zhou Shan's body, or with Mrs. Zhou's weight of [-], it would have crushed him to death.

The snowy sky was silent, and the sound of dust falling to the ground seemed to be vaguely discernible, let alone Mrs. Zhou beating someone hysterically?People from Wangjiaba Village came one by two to watch the excitement.

Seeing Zhou Shanquan lying on the ground and protecting the package tightly, he sighed for a while, didn't he die a long time ago?Will this be a human or a ghost?
Looking at Mrs. Zhou's posture again, she can't be wrong, she is a human being.

The power of the masses is huge, and someone soon pointed out that the old man Zhou died strangely. He could see the alive and kicking people the day before, but he was declared dead the next day. What they saw was only the coffin. What is it, no one has opened it.

From this point of view, Zhou Shanquan did not die suddenly, but was unilaterally declared dead by Mrs. Zhou.

But why?

Everyone looked at Zhou Shanquan, reluctant to leave. It was getting dark and the snow was getting heavier, but they still didn't want to leave.

Mrs. Zhou was tired, and when she saw the dead ghost lying on the ground like a vicious bug, she suddenly thought of another thing, what about the shameless woman?