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Chapter 57 How many ghosts have I seen

On the way back to the city, Deng Deyou couldn't help but sigh, it seemed that Jing Fei truly regarded me as a friend.

Later, I roughly heard that the girl Jing Fei liked very much later left him. The reason was that he rode a 28-inch bicycle and he owned a car.

Jing Fei later chose the automobile business in foreign trade, which may have something to do with this matter.

"On the ninth day of the lunar month, what are the other top ten folk tricks you mentioned before?" Deng Deyou suddenly changed the subject.

"Do you want to listen to free or paid ones?" Chujiu was just getting ready to go to bed when he heard Deng Deyou ask this and said a little dissatisfied.

“What’s free? What’s paid?”

Deng Deyou, who was sitting in the front row, turned back and looked at Chujiu.

"The fee is to tell you the remaining nine and let Uncle Ding give you a price! I will only give you one for free!"

"Then it's free! You, Uncle Deng, don't have any money!"

On the ninth day of the lunar month, he said "cut" and said, "If you have no money, who are we? Are we beggars?"

"Come on! The beggar has more money than you."

Suddenly I discovered a phenomenon. Chujiu and Deng Deyou started bickering after they met. The older one and the younger one had similar interests. They were both smart and curious.

“Have you seen the frying pan fetching show?”

On the ninth day of the lunar month, I asked Deng Deyou, and Deng Deyou replied that he had seen a street busking performance in the provincial capital a few years ago.

The four members of the family are all peerless masters. The daughter is perfect in darts, and the son is also very good in hard Qigong. He performed a chest-crushing boulder performance. The mother cannot remember which sect he is a disciple of, and performed fetching water with a bamboo basket. The most powerful one is the father.

Since childhood, I have developed an indestructible body, holding a copper coin between two fingers in a boiling oil pan.

"Pfft" I couldn't control my emotions and laughed.

Deng Deyou thought I didn't believe him, and said that Ding Hao was the one who saw this scene with his own eyes. He asked Ding Hao if he remembered. Ding Hao nodded and said yes, he indeed used his fingers to pick out the copper coins from the boiling oil pan.

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"Uncle Deng, how about I show you how to fetch something from a frying pan? If it succeeds, you treat me to McDonald's. If it fails, I will give you back the money I won from you today."

On the ninth day of the lunar month, he planned to trick Deng Deyou again, but this time Deng Deyou did not fall for it.

I didn’t finish the little calculation on the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, but I still explained the routine of getting things out of the oil pan.

The method is very simple. Just pour an appropriate amount of vinegar into the oil. The density of vinegar is high and it will sink.

When heating, the thing that sinks to the bottom is vinegar. The boiling point of vinegar is much lower than that of oil and much lower than that of water.

After a while, the vinegar began to boil and bubble, and then a pot of "oil" began to bubble and boil. On the surface, it really looked like a pot of oil, and people who didn't know what was going on wouldn't dare to reach out. In fact,

The temperature inside is too hot to even cook an egg.

"Uh, this, this is too..."

Chujiu exposed the nature of the jugglery. Deng Deyou couldn't accept it for a while. He knew clearly in his heart that the indestructible King Kong skill that he had memorized for more than ten years was actually just a scam.

"Chujiu, how many ghosts have you caught?"

After Deng Deyou asked this question, it also aroused my curiosity. I began to guess in my heart, there must be eighty if not a hundred.

"Seven or eight? Anyway, there weren't more than ten! I don't remember either!" Chujiu thought for a while and answered.

"So few?" I asked in surprise. The answer was completely beyond my imagination.

"Guo Guo, do you think I have a chance to make a move with my old man's old man? You should ask me how many ghosts I have seen and it's still about the same?"

As soon as Chujiu finished speaking, Deng Deyou asked, how many ghosts have he seen?

On the ninth day of the ninth grade, he said there were more students than in our school. Even I didn’t believe it this time. Deng Deyou said, “If you don’t learn well at a young age, you should learn to brag. He turned his head and leaned on the seat with his eyes closed.”

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when we arrived at the school. Uncle Ding and Deng Deyou didn't stop. They just said, let us have something to eat, and drove back to the city.

At this time, the school cafeteria had already closed. Chujiu and I ate two portions of fried noodles at the night stall in front of the Internet cafe, and then walked to the Internet cafe at the same time.

As soon as I turned on the two machines and sat down, I heard a rhythmic vibration in my pocket.

I took out my pager, and it showed a new message: See you at the bus stop in front of the school, Xiaoyu.

I told Chujiu and asked him to play for a while and go back to bed early, so I left the Internet cafe.

"Teacher Ding, what's the matter?"

At the bus stop, the cow was wearing a light blue sportswear, with her hands in her coat pockets. It had just passed the winter solstice, and even the weather in the south was already feeling a bit cold. I think it had probably snowed in Lijiacun.

"Accompany me to Qinglong Temple. When I went there during the day, there was no one in the temple. The old monk was not there."

The cow saw me appearing, said this, and walked forward along the road.

"Teacher Ding, don't you want to take the bus? There are buses at this time."

I reminded her kindly, and the cow turned her head and looked at me, and said with a slightly dissatisfied tone, "If you don't want to go, you can go back now."

I was confused and couldn't figure it out. I thought carefully for a long time and made sure that I had not offended her recently. I kept a body distance behind the cow and followed quietly.

A distance of about ten kilometers is not a big problem for me. When I was in Lijia Village, my friends often ran to the Yellow River to play in the morning and came back at noon. After dinner, they would sneak back to the Yellow River. The round trip was almost 20 miles.

Unexpectedly, cows can walk so far without stopping.

There was no talking all the way, and when we turned to the dirt road at the fork in the road, the cows began to slow down. The sky was scattered, there was no moon tonight, and the dark road was vaguely visible to the naked eye, leading to the middle of the mountain.

I looked back at the main road, where the big street lights glowed with a faint orange light.

A gentle breeze blew by, and a dozen or so steps ahead there was a "chacha" sound, and a white shadow stuck to the road and floated towards us.

"Ah!" the cow yelled, turned around and rushed to me, grabbing my arm tightly, trembling uncontrollably.

I was also very frightened at this time, and my breathing became heavy, but I was not frightened by the white shadow. I knew that there would be no evil things near the temple where the eminent monk was, and it would probably be a wild cat or dog. The reason why I was frightened

I was frightened because I was frightened by the cow's loud cry without any mental preparation.

I took a step forward and blocked the cow behind me. The white shadow got closer to me with the sound of "chacha".

"Ha ha."

It turned out to be a large plastic bag, maybe some soil fell into it, and it was blown by the wind and flipped against the road, making a sound when it rubbed against the road.

The cow didn't let go of her hand on my arm. Only then did I realize that the powerful teacher in the classroom was just a little girl who was a few years older than me.

I instinctively patted my arms and hands, trying to comfort the cows not to be afraid. A bone-chilling coldness came, and I felt an inexplicable sadness in my heart. How stubborn I was, I would rather endure the fear all the way than speak.

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I don't know where I got the courage to hold the cow's hand in my palm at this time, just to give the boneless coldness some warmth.


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