They both wear the same soul

Shang Yi woke up and choked on the chalk dust.

The blackboard in front of him was magnified countless times, and there was no longer a trash can next to it, but the class leader of their heroine class.

She thought she was sitting in the wrong seat, but looking at the desk in front of her, even the shredded pieces of rubber belonged to Zhang Xu himself.

Before she knew it, the teacher changed the seat for someone.

She hated that she was not good enough in imitating Zhang Xu, which made the teacher think that she was really hiding and ready to go.

Suddenly the ugly chicken turned into a phoenix and flew under the nose of the teacher, where he could see all the small movements. Shang Yi spent his whole life to understand the art of performing arts, thinking of himself as Zhang Xu himself.

The little girl at the same table is fighting in class like a battlefield, her waist is straight, she is holding a pen in her right hand and struggling desperately with the teacher's speaking speed on the paper. Shit, I’m so pissed off.” All these words were jotted down.She caught a glimpse of the thick callus on the little girl's middle finger holding the pen, and lamented the hard work of studying.

She languished in her seat for two classes, and was called up to solve Xiao Ming's problem of letting water in and filling her head, and was dragged up by the teacher to read the first page of the vocabulary list during self-study.

With three points of calmness and seven points of coldness, Shang Yibing came to cover up the water and earth, just passed by and had nothing to do, Xu Wanqing, who was on duty last time, didn't act like a monster, and came to him for no major incidents.

When she took out a pornographic novel from her schoolbag, her calmness was like a firework blowing her mind into a mess.

Who put this in?

Zhang Xu?Xu Wanqing?

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xu did not have the guts.

She just took it out, and the deskmate seemed to have installed some kind of anti-pornography radar, turned her head and screamed: "Didn't you say that you were snatched by a boy this morning? Why are you secretly watching, I want to sue the teacher!"

It really was Xu Wanqing.

It turned out to be Xu Wanqing?

Although Xu Wanqing is neurotic, Shang Yi doesn't have a bad impression of her. Although she knows people and faces but doesn't know her heart, Shang Yi doesn't know what she looks like, so he imagines the image of a boudoir and resentful girl who has been poisoned by feudal dross.

Unexpectedly, it was still rough and unrestrained.

The same table is very mobile, and if you tell the teacher, you will sue the teacher, and with one hand, you will be able to fill the sky: "Teacher!"

Shang Yun, the businessman's philistine, quickly appeared: "If you don't tell the teacher, I will treat you to crispy noodles."

The teacher raised his head: "What's wrong?"

The deskmate said: "I can memorize page 39 after practicing."

As expected of the squad leader, adapt to changing circumstances.

After class, Shang Yi took out some change and invited the little girl to eat crispy noodles, but school rules forbid children from eating such snacks, and the two of them compared themselves to the railing for a long time at the grandma outside.

"Grandma, we want a little raccoon!"

"What? Tang monk meat? Okay, this spicy strip is delicious." Grandma handed the spicy strip.

Shang Yi felt that Grandma was not deaf at all, she just wanted to take the opportunity to sell more, profiteer.

Spicy strips, crispy noodles, and bubble gum, carrying a bag, Shang Yi handed it over, Zhang Xu’s parents left their wages before they died, and Zhang Xu’s uncle had a conscience and didn’t go out of business, so he still had money to buy snacks.But Shang Yi still wrote down Zhang Xu's bank card number afterwards, and asked the old boy to quietly deposit a few small sums of money as compensation for his generosity.

Fooled the class monitor, but the book was still there, Shang Yi took a second look, it was too vulgar to describe, full of masculine fantasies, and full of unscientific gestures.

cut.

She is not an ancient person, and reading pornographic books will not be labeled as a feudal legacy, no matter how she thinks about Xu Wanqing, she finds it incredible.

The bookstores in the county are full of boring teaching materials and romance novels, not what she needs.

Finally found a copy of "Jin Ping Mei" in traditional Chinese, which seemed to fit Xu Wanqing's tonality, so she took advantage of the trend to eliminate the book "The Flower Picker".

But this book is not full of all kinds of erotic words as the outside world thinks, it is more trivial, but she still throws it into the schoolbag because of its reputation.

In order to impress herself, she deliberately read "Three Hundred Tang Poems" written in small characters.Xu Wanqing's good literary quality is shown between the lines.

So no matter what, we should correct Xu Wanqing's aesthetics in reading such novels.

Since confronting Xu Wanqing's soul, Shang Yi pays more attention to this person.

If it's really crazy, does she have to take some measures to solve the problem?

When she opened the door and entered the house, holding firewood and preparing to light the kang, she saw a piece of paper hanging on the drying rack at the top of the kang.

A portrait, signed Lei Feng.

The portrait looks like myself from left to right.

She came back to herself suddenly, and the firewood she was carrying dropped to the ground.

Is there anyone in China who doesn't know Lei Feng?

He knows so many characters and has a lot of research on poetry and songs, but he doesn't know who Lei Feng is?

Seeing the role model's name hanging under her charming smiling face, she had a headache and tore off the word Lei Feng and threw it into the pyre.

She sat on the cold kang for a long time.

It is also because Shang Yi dares to think that ordinary people dare not think that he can achieve this achievement until now.

Maybe this Xu Wanqing is... an ancient female ghost?

What did the female ghost paint her for?

I am too fierce, do I have a grudge?

She stood up in a hurry, set fire to the painting, took out Zhang Xu's phone, but couldn't remember the ugly boy's name.

Taking advantage of the night, I went out of the room like a thief, took some money and went out, took the latest bus to the city, and after a few trips, I finally saw the ugly boy and the old girl.

She doesn't talk about feudal superstition, and she is very materialistic, but after experiencing such a soul-wearing thing, no matter how hard she is, she is scared at this time.

"Am I still alive?"

Ugly boy: "..."

Shang Yi rushed to pull the two of them away.

On the bed, I was as peaceful as a princess whose hands had been pinched by a spindle, and the quilt was tightly covered.

"Sister, what's going on? Have you been discovered? Why don't you send a few bodyguards over—"

"do not."

It's not about bodyguards at all.

"I have to find someone to do it." Shang Yi uttered the most unmaterialistic sentence in his life, supported his forehead, and heard the crisp sound of worldview shattering.

"What's wrong ma'am?"

"That Xu Wanqing, have you found it?"

"No."

"She, she may, may have...already belched, understand? Old girl, go, find, find some expert, fox fairy or something, invite bids, whoever has the ability to find someone."

The two were terrified, standing like two terracotta warriors.

Shang Yi sat next to his body, the first time he watched his body, it felt strange as if his soul was out of his body, and after thinking about it carefully, it was indeed a soul out of his body.

What's the matter!

After thinking restlessly for a while, I remembered the painting.

What does Xu Wanqing's painting of herself mean?

I kindly bought "Jin Ping Mei" for her.

The two people finally came back to life, the old girl had to go, and the ugly boy continued to hold up the tablet: "Let's put aside the matter of the female ghost. The family members of the worker who was crushed to death in the project mentioned earlier have been found."

Shang Yi regained his senses, nodded, and switched the working status.

"If you have to pay, you will pay."

"I thought it was time to let you know." The ugly boy turned the screen over to show her.

Zhang Xu, wearing a red scarf, took a photo with a couple standing at the gate of a park.

The retribution came really fast.

Shang Yi suffocated for breath.

"But there is one more thing I want to tell you." The ugly boy swiped the screen and turned to the next one.

Several leaders inspected the venue. In the corner, Zhang Xu's family was sitting and talking. It was very small, but when zoomed in, it could be seen that Zhang Xu was looking at the stubborn Zhang Xu in a mess.

"When the incident happened, Zhang Xu was also at the construction site. And some eyewitnesses said that Zhang Xu was also buried in it, but I don't know how she got out, and, according to your description, she probably doesn't remember it. It's over." After the ugly boy finished speaking, he paused for a few seconds to give Shang Yi a response.

"And I went back to investigate carefully." The ugly boy turned over another sheet and zoomed in. "All the facilities are fine, and logically speaking, they shouldn't have collapsed. This is definitely not me trying to shirk responsibility for the company."

"Stop." Shang Yi raised his hand, stopped his words, and thought for a while.

She understood the general meaning, which means that Zhang Xu has doubts here, and the accident of the project at that time also has doubts.

"check."

"The family—"

"Forgive me, I will send you your bank card number another day."

Shang Yi stared at his body and thought for a while: "Why isn't the old girl here yet? What kind of expert are you here?"

Before waiting for the expert, she fell asleep first.

Getting up from his body, Zhang Xu looked around in a daze, and when he saw her, he let out a sigh.

"Come here—" Shang Yi hooked his hands, Zhang Xu leaned over and saluted the Young Pioneers respectfully.

Shang Yi: "..."

The ugly boy chuckled.

Shang Yi is a capitalist, the kind of capitalist with a conscience, but after all, she has become bigger and stronger, and there is money with blood, but it was all accidental, because she was far away, and she didn't have much touch.This time, seeing Zhang Xu, facing the bloodstains under his own wealth for the first time, his heart scratched uncomfortably.

With a light cough, he felt that he was hypocritical again, and racked his brains for a while.

"Tell you something." She lifted the quilt, "I really can't rub people's heads anymore, so you can be my daughter, and I will adopt you."

Zhang Xu: "Huh?"

The author has something to say:

Shang Yi is actually twenty years older than Zhang Xu.