Supernatural: Exorcising ghosts violently, I scared the school girl into a daze

With Li Junfei, they said goodbye at school.

Zhang Dao drove overnight, and according to the information provided by the squad leader Lu Lixue, he drove to Qian Chengping’s village in Wenling City overnight.

Unlike big cities.

Although with the development of construction, the houses in the countryside are not as dilapidated as the impression of previous movies, and they are also small buildings on the ground.

But the houses in the countryside are different and scattered, and even if they have addresses, it is difficult to tell which one is which household.

I looked for it.

Zhang saw a house.

Looking at the white silk and white lantern used for the funeral hanging on it, he knew that he had found it, this was Qian Chengping’s home.

……

At this time.

Qian Chengping’s family.

Although it was three or four o’clock in the middle of the night, there were about ten people in the courtyard, that is, Qian Chengping’s wife, relatives, and the villagers who spontaneously came to help, who were stacking gold ingots over there.

In the Fumin area, relatives will fold the life money into gold ingots for the deceased, which means burning to the deceased relatives, so that the other party can get the gold ingots below.

Qian Chengping’s wife folded gold ingots, tears rolling in her eyes.

Even though she had cried again and again, when she thought of the object that the gold ingots were going to fold, her tears seemed to be dry.

To this.

The people around them also spoke out for comfort.

One of the middle-aged men spoke:

“Sister-in-law, don’t be sad, if you see Brother Qian, it will be uncomfortable, and…”

he said, looking towards the back door hall.

In the hall, there was a coffin, and in front of the coffin, a man in filial clothing knelt in front of the coffin.

The man seemed to be petrified, kneeling there for a long, long time, no matter how everyone persuaded, he was unwilling to get up, it was Qian Chengping’s son Qian Wenbin.

Looked at.

The middle-aged man continued:

“And if Wen Bin sees it, it will be more uncomfortable, and he will be more guilty.”

“Yes, Ben Wenbin feels guilty.”

“Alas, sister-in-law or you to persuade Wen Bin again, he has been kneeling for two days.”

The people around them spoke up.

The sister-in-law looked at her son in the hall, wiped her tears and nodded, and got up again to persuade her son.

They know.

Why would Qian Wenbin keep kneeling there.

In addition to the fact that Qian Chengping is his father, he also feels that he killed his father.

Because he talked to his dad on the phone and complained to his dad about work, his dad wanted to come to him for comfort and make him chicken soup.

Synchronous.

He was even more guilty, the last time he spoke with his father on the phone, he also sent his bad temper at work to his father, which was the last time they called.

Guilt, self-blame.

Let Qian Wenbin unforgettable.

At this time.

Inside the hall.

Qian Wenbin knelt in front of Qian Chengping’s coffin, silent for a long time, and stared at the coffin like a log, as if he wanted to see Qian Chengping through the coffin.

Even if two days have passed.

He still felt like he was dreaming.

Two days ago, I received a phone call and my mother broke down and cried on the phone, telling him that his father was dead.

I received a call from my mother that day.

Qian Wenbin was still at work, and when he heard the content of the call, he couldn’t hold back, holding his head in front of the entire company and crying.

Two days have passed now.

Every time he thought that Qian Chengping was dead, he couldn’t accept it.

“Dad…”

he shouted again hoarsely toward the coffin.

Words come out.

Qian Wenbin’s whole body was trembling, and guilt and self-blame came to his heart again.

Why lose your temper with Dad.

Why blame Dad for not understanding anything at that time, and preach him.

Why complain to Dad about his work and let Dad listen to him for the last time, it’s all negative.

Why is Dad a good man all his life, why is this so?

Why….

“Hello, are you Qian Wenbin.”

Until there was a voice beside him, Qian Wenbin slowly looked up, only to find that there was a young man standing beside him.

Looking at this one in front of him, Qian Wenbin, who was somewhat similar to that Qian Chengping.

Zhang Dao politely stretched out his hand:

“Hello, my name is Zhang Dao.”

“Are you also my dad’s friend, thank you for coming to my dad’s funeral.” Qian Wenbin held up his uncomfortable mood and thanked him leisurely.

Words come out.

He saw Zhang Wei shake his head lightly:

“I’m not here to attend Uncle Qian’s funeral.”

Zhang Wei opened his mouth:

“Although I know that what I said next is a bit impolite and ridiculous, I want to ask you, Mr. Qian Wenbin, do you still want to see Uncle Qian for the last time.”

……

Luxia City, Chunhua Road intersection.

At this time.

At 7:20 a.m., it was already dark.

Sanitation workers have already started cleaning the roadside, and there are people walking around the bus stop.

Whiskers.

Zhang Wei drove the car and drove Qian Wenbin’s mother and son to the intersection.

【Ding! Bless Qian Wenbin’s mother and son eyes, body 10 system points]

The system prompt sounds.

The door opens.

Qian Wenbin’s mother and son couldn’t wait to get out of the car.

And get out of the car and look ….

Qian Wenbin’s whole person was stunned.

At the bus stop at the intersection ahead, among the crowd of threes and threes, Qian Wenbin saw one of them in his fifties at a glance.

Different from the people around you.

The middle-aged man was dressed in old clothes, carrying a large hen in his hand and carrying a bundle of vegetables.

He was facing passers-by and asking

, “Hello, can you tell me how to go in the spring community?”

However, passers-by did not seem to hear him and ignored him at all.

Nevertheless.

He still smiled and took the trouble to ask passers-by over and over again.

This scene.

Qian Wenbin’s tight heart could no longer hold back the pain, and tears burst out of his eyes in an instant:

“Dad!!”

He shouted.

Ignoring the strange gazes of the people around him, he didn’t care about the strange eyes of the people around him.

His emotions, which had been suppressed for two days, were vented at this moment.

“Huh?”

Qian Chengping, who was asking the road, was stunned, and looked at it smoothly:

“Son?”

Looking at Qian Wenbin who rushed over, Qian Chengping’s tanned old face was delighted:

“Son, why are you here, huh?” What are you doing, what are you crying, what’s wrong with this.

Qian Wenbin hugged Qian Chengping.

Tears came out of his eyes, and people who were obviously almost thirty years old were crying at this moment, crying like a child.

He grabbed Qian Chengping’s hand, knelt in front of him and cried:

“Dad, I’m

sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

A cry.

Qian Chengping’s body was stunned, as if he was awakened by something at this moment, and fragments flashed in his mind one by one without remembering.

The next moment.

Qian Chengping suddenly smiled bitterly, looked at his son who was crying in front of him, and looked at his hands:

“So I’m already dead.”

Lingered here for days.

Every day he asked passers-by how to go in the spring community, he finally remembered today, he died, two days ago he was going to find his son, passing by here was hit by a truck….

Time.

Qian Chengping had mixed tastes, but he did not complain about death in the slightest.

Gently squatted down and hugged Qian Wenbin and his wife:

“Son, Xiulan don’t cry, I’m here, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s all gone.”

Compared to the complaining about death now.

He cares more about the people in front of him.

……