I put the coffin board that had been cut long ago, unbuttoned the belt and stitched it on my pants.

The axe in his hand, and holding up a few wooden boards in one hand, saw four holes in the house.

There are four small holes three meters away from me, and there is a big hole in the middle.

This coffin that was filled with eight pieces was just enough.

Small loopholes can be repaired at the edge of the coffin, and the wooden boards at the bottom of the coffin can be repaired together.

I did it as soon as I said, although I had a fear of heights and felt dizzy when I looked down from a high place, I gritted my teeth and walked over step by step in order to give me the children who were giving me an escalator under the room.

He repaired three small holes, picked up the coffin board and placed it on the hole, raised his axe and took out the nails from his pocket, and started working one by one.

The more I fucked, the more frightened I was. Three green WeChat eyes floated in the three loopholes.

Every time I nail it, the huge green eye socket will blink, and the huge red eyeball will open and contract.

But soon, the loophole was repaired and the Eye of WeChat could not be seen. I took the last two large wooden boards and arrived at the biggest loophole in the house. I took a breath and looked into the dark hole in the net.

There was a classroom inside, and the children's wooden seats were empty and there was no one.

Suddenly, a clean blackboard opened a door and a red figure walked out.

She is a woman in red clothes. She is not walking, she is moving forward in the sky.

I flew to the place where I could see from the house, sat in the seat, looked up and looked like me.

A cold and stunning face appeared in front of me, and my axe fell down with a shaking all over my body.

He looked straight into the classroom, sat on the seat and looked up at me and smashed it on the head.

I was so scared that I shouted, "No! The axe fell, you can dodge it quickly."

The woman in red had no intention of moving at all. She raised her cold eyes with expressionless face slightly, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The axe's rotation arc trend actually cut into the eyebrows of the woman in red without any hesitation.

Puchi, a fountain of blood sprayed high in the sky and collapsed my face. I was stunned and stretched out my hand.

A woman's head with a sharp look on the corner of her mouth seemed to have a thrown basketball flew into my hands.

"My God! Someone died!"

I was so scared that I threw the woman's head high, turned around and said to the children, "The teacher killed someone. The axe cut off a woman in red sitting in the classroom. Go and call the police."

The children who were holding the ladders were stunned and ran to the classroom. After a minute, they ran out.

A student named Zhang Hao climbed up the stairs with an axe in his hand and handed it to me.

When I saw that there was no blood on the axe, I felt very strange.

The axe was chopped on the woman's head, cut off the woman's head and flew to my hand. My face had already splashed with her blood. My head was clearly flying to my hand and was thrown into the sky. But why didn't the axe have any blood?

Zhang Hao on the stairs and the children on the escalator below shouted: "Teacher, are you too nervous? There is no one in the classroom! The axe is just inserted into Li Xue's stool, and there is no woman in red clothes."

I touched my face and looked at my hands, and there was no blood.

I asked the children to check on the blackboard if there was a big open door.

The children said no, and asked if I had hallucinations because I was too nervous on the eaves.

I calmed down and looked at the red coffin board. When I remembered the woman in red who had just appeared, I realized that the woman in red was the woman I saw in the coffin.

Is it because I destroyed her coffin and damaged her body that she retaliated against me?

The rumbling sound came down crisply, and the sky was as terrifying as the end of the world and became even darker.

One by one, heavy raindrops hit my face. The child below was so scared that he looked like a frightened sparrow, chirping and shouting to me on the house: "Teacher, hurry up, don't let lightning strike it, it's very dangerous. It's not too late to repair the house when the rain clears."

"Children, come into the classroom quickly! I'll fix it right away, and then we'll go to class."

The children were so obedient that they ran into the classroom and sat in their seats. They took out nine years of compulsory education Chinese books from their shabby old schoolbags and put them on the table to review carefully.

I nailed the two coffin lids and bases one left and one right to the big hole. The house has been completely repaired, which can be said to be a resistant to wind and rain.

I looked up at the dark sky, and I had been holding back the lightning for a long time, flying up and down in the dark clouds, like an angry dragon waiting for the opportunity and sending a thunderous blow.

I quickly got off the ladder and ran into the classroom. God was so good that I just got into the room and it was pouring down every heavy rain.

The key is that the ladder I climbed down was ignited by a thunderous ray of lit up. After a short while, the flames lit the ladder into a pile of charcoal and fell into the rain, eroding along the water flow without a trace.

The children were also startled. I comforted the scared children and said, "Don't be afraid, children, we will start reading to show God now. Those who work hard will not have bad luck."

When the children heard about reading, they became energetic and had no intention of being afraid at all.

This is where I admire the children in the mountains the most. As long as there are books to read, I will not be afraid of difficulties and dangers.

Most of the children in the city rely on their parents, spoiled to raise their mouths and stretch out their hands, and everything depends on the tutoring class to help grow. They have no willpower to study hard in the mountains.

This is the huge gap between children in the city and children in the mountains.

"The inscription on the humble room, author Liu Shuxi, the mountain is not high, there are immortals, and there are light, and there are waters not deep, there are dragons, and there are spirits."

The sweet and high voices of the children were catchy in the classroom.

"The mountain is not high, there are immortals, there are spirits, the water is not deep, there are dragons, there are spirits, the room is a humble room, but my virtue is full of heart..."

The rain in the mountains comes quickly and goes quickly, and the air is much fresher than that in the city.

get out of class has been over now, and the children are playing happily in the muddy playground. I looked at the huge rainbow bridge after the rain in the middle of two mountains far away.

It was already dark, and I had dinner with the children, and the children wanted to invite them to play checkers in their dormitory.

I was very tired today and refused to return to my room alone. I washed my face and calmed down. Then I prepared lessons until late at night. I lay on the bed in a daze, and finally turned on my phone.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!