Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 37

These days, Li Zhuiyuan's main activity is reading.

He ignored the hints and instructions from Grandma Liu. He did not disturb A'li and did not think of getting closer to her to seek contact and explanation.

Because he knew that blindly clinging to her was nothing but a meaningless self-admiration.

A'li went back to the house and shut herself off again.

But Li Zhuiyuan knew how to call her out again.

The last time the girl came out was because the old lady with a cat face entered the house, so all she needed to do was to repeat the scene.

Li Zhuiyuan didn’t know whether the old lady with the cat face had disappeared, but even if the three members of the Niu family were not dead, they should be dying from their children’s filial piety.

The evil in the black cat has probably been mostly dissipated, so the medicinal properties may not be enough.

Furthermore, even if we look for it, it probably won’t dare to come, for fear of encountering zombies again after entering the house.

But these cabbages are not like the cabbages on the roadside after all. It seems that we can always encounter them inadvertently, but it is quite difficult to actively look for them.

After much thought, there was only one little yellow warbler left.

First, she lived close.

I could just hold the bell and the incense burner and walk a few steps to lead the fish home. I couldn't go out and catch one alive and have Runsheng bring it back on a tricycle.

Secondly, there is experience in cooperation.

Finally, and most importantly, Li Zhuiyuan clearly remembered that when the little yellow warbler led the bearded father and son into the pond, there was no black gas rising from her body like when the cat-faced old lady and the Zhou surnamed Tai Sui died.

Although I don’t know why, this also means that the little yellow warbler is most likely still there and she has not disappeared.

At present, the scene has been reproduced successfully.

The arrival of the little yellow warbler successfully attracted A'li's attention. A'li came out and entered the dream, and Li Zhuiyuan finally "saw" her again.

But after apologizing, the boy was speechless.

He didn't want to explain the impact of Li Lan's phone call on him, nor did he want to elaborate on his own illness, let alone say that he also needed comfort and support and that we can help each other.

If these words were useful to A'li, then Liu Yumei, as A'li's grandmother, would have probably said them countless times.

The only thing a redundant explanation can do is to be redundant.

He just needs to make his attitude clear that his balcony is open again and he hopes you can come out and take a look again.

I have what you need, and I also need you to see me again in your eyes.

Mutual need is the most stable bond in interpersonal relationships.

The boy and the girl just stood there in silence.

Behind the two of them, the little yellow warbler still kept her arms half-raised. The main purpose of her being brought here today was to serve as a telephone line.

In addition, because of her presence, cold winds could be heard nearby, and low howls could be heard, making the environment and atmosphere not so monotonous.

After a long time, A'li turned around and walked into the room.

Li Zhuiyuan did not call her to stop, nor did he pursue her for a clear result. He just raised his head, looked at the night sky with some disgust, and looked forward to dawn.

However, before dawn, he had to send the people he invited back.

Li Zhuiyuan walked back to the little yellow warbler, bent down, picked up the incense burner and the bell, then turned around and slowly paced back until the pair of cold and wet hands fit his shoulders again.

Close your eyes and try to imagine that you are at the bottom of the water, and your body is constantly floating up, up, up, and up...

As his head broke through the water, Li Zhuiyuan opened his eyes again.

He turned around and saw Runsheng standing by the dam, holding a seven-star hook in his left hand and a Yellow River shovel in his right hand, keeping alert.

Back to reality, the negative trend is over.

Li Sanjiang, who was drinking too much and sleeping soundly in the house, would never have thought that he had worked so hard to arrange the luck-changing rituals many times just to cut off the dark side of Xiao Yuanhou so that he could live a normal life.

As a result, the boy gradually figured out the rules of walking in the dark through repeated practice.

“Dingle bell…Dingle bell…”

The bell rang, Li Zhuiyuan turned around, and the cheongsam figure behind him also held his shoulders and turned around.

Runsheng rubbed the back of his head with the back of the Yellow River shovel.

He was a little confused. What on earth was Xiaoyuan trying to do by taking the dead body out of the water and bringing it back in the middle of the night? Fortunately, he would not think too deeply about things he did not understand, because Xiaoyuan would tell him what to do anyway.

It was late at night and Li Zhuiyuan didn't meet anyone. He brought the little yellow warbler back to the pond of Big Beard's house smoothly.

"Ok?"

When Li Zhuiyuan was leading the little yellow warbler out of the pond, he had his back to the pond. Now when he came back, the little yellow warbler was still behind him and had not gone down.

Therefore, Li Zhuiyuan was able to re-examine the original appearance of the fish pond which had temporarily lost the influence of the little yellow warbler.

It's not like he hadn't been here before, but at that time he hadn't read "Liu's Qi-Watching Secrets". At that time, he was like an illiterate child visiting ancient monuments and scenic spots, and he couldn't understand what was written on the stele.

Now, he noticed something was wrong.

The little yellow warbler was clearly not in there, but the feng shui atmosphere in the fish pond was even more gloomy than when they came here.

It would be understandable if it became clearer, but on the contrary it would mean that there was something more special deep in the fish pond, and the little yellow warbler was covering it up.

Could this be the reason why the little yellow warbler showed no signs of disappearing after completing its revenge?
“Dingle bell…Dingle bell…”

Li Zhuiyuan did not rush to put down the candles and send the little yellow warbler away. Instead, he walked slowly along the edge of the fish pond with the little yellow warbler. He wanted to try and see if he could find out the real secret of the fish pond.

However, as he walked, Li Zhuiyuan failed to gain more. Instead, the little yellow warbler behind him gradually showed signs of instability.

Li Zhuiyuan knew that it was because he had taken too long to invite her up.

The hands that were originally supporting his shoulders had changed to grabbing, with increasing force, and the wet cold had permeated Li Zhuiyuan's entire body.

For a moment, Li Zhuiyuan was also upset and it was difficult for him to maintain his Qi-gazing state. He began to stumble, as if he had picked up the book "Liu's Qi-gazing Secret" again after a previous interruption and the scribbles on his face were like the ghostly handwriting.

However, at this moment, an idea suddenly flashed in Li Zhuiyuan's mind.

He raised his hand and tried to observe the feng shui of the fish pond again according to the feeling he had when reading the scribbles.

Under this kind of twisting and folding irregular fluctuations, several details that were originally not visible were actually revealed.

[Fishing in the moonlight, the moon reflected in the solitary pond, auspicious for burying a noble lady, accumulation of wealth to attract blessings. ]

This is an excellent place for water burial. If a noble female in the family is buried here, it can protect and nourish the blessings of future generations.

The reason why the ancients did not like water burials was that the hydrology was changeable. Not only would it be inconvenient for future generations to offer incense and mourn, it would also easily destroy the original feng shui pattern.

But the custom of water burial has existed since ancient times. First, good graves are valuable; second, graves are not easily robbed; and third, some people have special identities and want to be buried unknown.

Although the current pond has been severely damaged, its basic feng shui structure has been preserved.

The reason why Li Zhuiyuan failed to see it before was because it was damaged. It was equivalent to a wrong question. If you use the correct lecture notes to apply it, it will easily become irrelevant.

But in this world, unless the Feng Shui layout is newly built, where can you find absolutely perfect Feng Shui without any damage?
Therefore, this sloppy and mixed approach is actually the correct way to solve practical problems.

It seems that my previous guess was wrong. This person did not write ugly words because he was nervous and anxious when copying the book. Instead, the copier took the initiative to add his own practical understanding through the form of fonts.

This is really... an unimaginable high-end work.

It was clearly something plagiarized, but his understanding of it was more profound than that of the original owner.

Why are we still sure it was copied?
Because if the Liu family themselves had mastered this cognitive method of improving practice, they would not have deliberately continued to write characters neatly to make it more difficult for future generations to understand.

That day, Liu Yumei glanced at the book in her hand with the cover deliberately torn off. She only saw the messy and sloppy handwriting and did not recognize that it was her family's "Liu's Qi-Watching Secrets".

Li Zhuiyuan became curious. Who was this person who copied the book?

But at least one thing can be confirmed at the moment, the main cave that the water monkeys are looking for should be here.

It's just that those water monkeys were not very skilled and were fooled by the bait hole in Sihai's fish pond. They triggered the Red Evil of the Earth and lost two of their hands.

Now the police have set up surveillance at the health center ward, waiting for their accomplices to come and visit so that they can catch them all in one fell swoop.

No, what's going on?

Li Zhuiyuan originally thought that the sticky stuff dripping from his body came from the little yellow warbler behind him, but the problem was, how could the stuff dripping from the little yellow warbler be warm?

He lowered his head, touched his chest, then his chin, and finally his nose...

Okay, no need to touch it anymore, he could already feel his nose bleeding violently.

How is this going?

Is it because the physical overdraft caused by the accelerated study of "Liu's Qi-Watching Technique" in the past few days has not yet recovered, or is it that using the newly-learned method of Qi-Watching is also a huge burden for myself?
But no matter what, if I don’t stop the bleeding, something serious is going to happen.

The most important thing is that it seems that because of the continuous flow of his own blood, the little yellow warbler behind him, which was already no longer calm, became even more agitated!

She was no longer satisfied with just grabbing her shoulders, her head had already moved to the side of her face, and although she was not breathing, she was like a wild animal approaching and sniffing its prey.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't dare to delay any longer. Besides, his goal had been achieved. He immediately turned his head to look at Runsheng who was standing in the distance, and pointed to the place where the candle should be placed.

Originally, Runsheng was just following behind and not too close, so he didn't know Li Zhuiyuan's situation. Now Xiaoyuan turned and faced him. Under the moonlight, Runsheng saw that Xiaoyuan's face and clothes were covered in blood. Combined with the fact that Xiao Huangying's body was shaking violently, he directly thought that Xiao Huangying was pinching Li Zhuiyuan's neck and biting his neck!

Immediately, Runsheng picked up the Yellow River shovel and prepared to rescue Xiaoyuan, but he heard Xiaoyuan shout:

"Put candles in those two places and light them!"

There was a conflict between Runsheng's brain and body inertia, and he did a single-leg spin while holding the Yellow River shovel.

If he hadn't used the shovel to steady himself in time, he would have fallen and rolled into the fish pond.

After getting up immediately, Runsheng quickly placed the candle in position, then took out a match and lit it.

Li Zhuiyuan shook the bell and led the little yellow warbler here just in time.

He turned his back to the pond and broke and extinguished the incense in the incense burner in his hand.

But the little yellow warbler did not let go and still held his arm.

She doesn't want to leave.

The situation at this moment illustrates the saying that it is easier to invite gods than to send them away.

Runsheng had already picked up the soul-returning basket. He was ready to cover the dead body and then throw it into the water with the dead body in his arms.

Li Zhuiyuan rubbed the bell against his face, covering it with blood, and then threw it backwards. The crisp sound of the bell rang in the air and finally fell into the fish pond.

The little yellow warbler let go of his hand, turned around and walked towards the fish pond.

The water gradually rose over her body and her hand grabbed the bell floating on the water.

Li Zhuiyuan immediately pulled out two pieces of yellow paper, lit them with a candle, opened his arms, and then grabbed the burning yellow paper and slapped it hard!
"Snapped!"

Sparks flew from the yellow paper, but the paper went out immediately.

The flames of the two candles on the ground turned green.

Li Zhuiyuan stepped on the two candles and completely extinguished them.

After doing all this, he looked at the little yellow warbler in the fish pond. The little yellow warbler had turned around at this time. The water level was above her chest, but her neck and head were left, staring at him.

"The gate of life has been closed, the three sacrifices will be sent off, please go back!"

Finally, the little yellow warbler slowly sank into the water. When her black hair was spread out and she was completely sunk, she could no longer be seen.

Li Zhuiyuan fell to the ground with a plop. He raised his head, but his nose was still bleeding.

"Brother Runsheng, help me roll two paper balls."

"Hey, good!"

Runsheng immediately picked up the yellow paper and rolled it into two balls. However, the first ones were a little too big to fit into the nostrils, so he had to roll them again.

After stuffing it in, the nosebleed did not stop. After seeping into the paper ball, it continued to flow out. After two new paper balls were replaced, the nosebleed finally stopped.

Li Zhuiyuan breathed deeply and felt obvious chest tightness and weakness, which were symptoms of excessive blood loss.

Runsheng was taking care of Xiaoyuan carefully at the side. He didn't care that there were dead fish in the pond. He ran there to get some water and helped Xiaoyuan cool his forehead and wipe the blood off his cheeks.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

After resting for a while, Li Zhuiyuan finally recovered.

Runsheng breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and said in fear: "Xiaoyuan, she is so fierce."

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head: "She is fine, it's my problem."

The little yellow warbler has been restrained enough. This time it is really his own problem. Who would have thought that looking at Feng Shui could overdraw his body.

No matter how docile a lion is, if you tease it and get your head broken and it really eats you, you deserve it.

But this is also the price of exploration that must be paid when combining theory with practice. All I can say is that it's a good thing it was the little yellow warbler. If it was any other dead creature, even if Runsheng could save himself, he would inevitably have to fight a big battle with the dead creature.

"Xiaoyuan, what are you doing tonight?"

Li Zhuiyuan pointed to the fish pond in front of him and said, "Brother Runsheng, there is a grave below."

Upon hearing this, Runsheng immediately looked excited and picked up the Yellow River shovel again.

"Xiao Yuan, I went to dig it up!"

"Brother Runsheng, what movies have you watched recently?"

"There are three parts of Raiders of the Lost Ark, all broadcast by the county TV station."

"Brother Runsheng, tomb robbing is illegal."

"Forehead……"

"Also, I suggest you watch the News Broadcast after dinner next time."

"Okay, I will. What about this place?"

"Since the water monkeys can't find this place, just leave it there. It's buried down there anyway."

Because of Li Lan's work, Li Zhuiyuan also has some understanding of archaeology.

Nowadays, tombs will not be excavated proactively unless a major project is underway or if they have been robbed or suffered natural damage and need protective excavation.

Due to the special nature of water burial, the tomb chamber is much deeper from the ground than that of earth burial, and it is more difficult to excavate. Since the little yellow warbler is still here and has not disappeared, it proves that the main tomb here is in good condition. In this case, let it continue to be preserved.

"Brother Runsheng, what happened tonight must be kept secret."

"clear."

Li Zhuiyuan slowly stood up and took another long look at the fish pond in front of him. This was indeed a good place to raise corpses.

If that group of water monkeys had not been completely caught and were still unwilling to give up on the main cave here, he really hoped that the water monkeys would find this place, because what was waiting for them here was not just a simple Diyin Red Evil.

After returning home, Li Zhuiyuan took another shower, and then he realized that there was no way to wash the clothes clean. After all, it was a bloody shirt, and throwing it around might scare people.

I can only fold it up first and burn it in the stove tomorrow.

After taking care of himself, Li Zhuiyuan lay down on the bed and took a nap before dawn.

But my body must have been overdrawn and I had lost a lot of blood, so I dozed off until noon.

When I woke up, without even opening my eyes, I could feel the strong sunlight from noon.

Li Zhuiyuan opened his eyes and looked at the carvings above the bed, even carefully distinguishing the various patterns on it.

In the end, there is no way to avoid it and you can only face reality.

He turned his head and looked towards the door.

Girl sitting on a chair.

She was wearing a light green skirt today, which brought a feeling of both dignity and rebirth.

It feels so good to see her every day when I open my eyes.

There is no need to say too many words or make unnecessary expressions, just this one glance can make your body and mind happy.

Li Zhuiyuan got out of bed, walked to the snack cabinet, took out three bottles of Jianlibao, and handed two bottles to the girl as usual, opening one for her. In fact, the boy didn't like to drink sweet soda in the morning, but the girl liked to clink glasses with him.

After taking a sip, the girl put down the Jianlibao, reached out to hold Li Zhuiyuan's right hand, and opened it again.

The wound has scabbed over. Li Zhuiyuan was too lazy to bandage it after taking a shower last night. The burn marks on the palm of his hand have faded, but the blood marks from the five fingernails around it are still clear.

The girl ignored the wound she had inflicted and rubbed the burn mark on her palm with her index finger.

"Don't worry, I won't do it again."

After that phone call, in his heart, he no longer called her mother.

He didn't want to think about whether that night was Li Lan's last hysteria or her last twisted tenderness when her illness broke out. He was tired.

She said he was not the son she wanted, but she was also not the mother she wanted.

Indeed, two mentally ill people both want true love and support from each other, so won’t they just torture each other in the end?
The boy has decided to take off the mask when facing Li Lan.

When you actually have nothing, you will subconsciously cherish everything you can get in your hands. Now, he is willing to throw it away.

The girl looked at the boy and spread out her right hand.

On the palm, there were five clear marks of nail punctures, and the wounds had already scabbed over.

This means that after she pinched herself that night, she also pinched herself.

Li Zhuiyuan lowered his eyes, grabbed the girl's hand, and said in a deep voice: "There won't be a next time for you."

The girl nodded.

Li Zhuiyuan stroked the wound on the girl's palm with his fingers. He knew that it was inappropriate to describe the two of them using words such as "childhood sweethearts", "playmates", "partners" or the so-called affection between adults.

Because he and she are both gamblers.

It is because they have experienced the feeling of winning that they will be unwilling to accept the loss and choose to sit back at the gambling table.

In essence, we still can't afford to lose.

They both want to be a normal person and are unwilling to give up, so he goes to find her and she comes back.

Li Zhuiyuan felt that Li Lan must hate his way of thinking, but it didn't matter because A'li didn't care either.

Sometimes, habitually thinking about things too simply and directly can make you appear cold and heartless, but many people who suffer from getting along with each other often do so because they think too much.

The two held hands and went down the stairs.

A'li was very happy. Li Zhuiyuan could feel the little hand in his palm shaking, especially when she turned the stairs, she seemed to want to tiptoe and turn around. Although she didn't make this move, Li Zhuiyuan had already imagined it in his mind.

On the dam, Liu Yumei was wiping the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.

Last night she secretly stood behind the window and peeked. She was anxious because the boy said that sentence, and she was even more worried that her granddaughter had no reaction at all, so she turned around and went back to the house... and woke up with her eyes open.

However, the granddaughter soon closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

Liu Yumei felt more and more that she was getting older and no longer understood the thoughts of young people. When her grandfather pursued her, it was such a grand event that the Qin and Liu families almost got into a fight.

Who would have thought that this generation of young people would become so reserved.

But no matter what, her granddaughter is getting better again. This time, she doesn't want anything to go wrong again. She hopes the illness won't recur until her granddaughter recovers.

Well, didn't he want to do the rune carving? In the afternoon, she personally took an axe to chop up all the tablets in the house and sent them to Push Mu Hua Juan'er.

Perhaps because the joy was too intense, Liu Yumei did not think deeply about how the boy had managed to lead the person to death.

Of course, it is also possible that she had already suspected it, but just didn't want to pay attention to it. To put it bluntly, if she hadn't been concerned about the impact of the backlash of good fortune, even if the boy went to kill someone or set a fire, she would choose to secretly help him destroy the bodies behind his back.

Because she has already figured out that the key to her granddaughter's recovery lies in the boy.

This is not to say that Li Sanjiang's good luck is useless. It is precisely because they lived in Li Sanjiang's house that they were able to meet this boy.

Li Sanjiang came down to eat breakfast. Seeing the two children sitting together again, he immediately sighed:

"Sure enough, the affection between the children is pure."

He looked up at Liu Yumei who was wiping her tears in the distance and couldn't help but snorted softly:
"Keep trying to stop me, you philistine old woman."

Li Sanjiang has never had a good impression of Liu Yumei, because he doesn't like the pretentiousness of a down-and-out landlord class lady in Liu Yumei. After all, he, Li Sanjiang, also made contributions to liberation!
After breakfast, Li Zhuiyuan went to take a look at the workshop he had built. Various tools and materials had already been put out there. Aunt Liu was indeed an excellent housekeeper.

Li Zhuiyuan kept Runsheng in the workshop and asked him to start working. It was all about processing and preparing the initial materials. It was not difficult, but it was a bit time-consuming and laborious.

Runsheng was very excited about the work because it was like making a new set of equipment for him.

Based on Runsheng's great strength, Li Zhuiyuan will change the materials and sizes of the equipment, which means that Runsheng will have to process more raw materials.

In short, throughout the entire day, except for going out to eat at noon, Runsheng did not leave the workshop and did not even watch TV.

After Li Zhuiyuan finished revising a new set of drawings early, he sat on the terrace to read a book.

There was no need to force the progress this time. He was already afraid of the feeling of overdrawing. If it happened a few more times, not only would he face death in the future, he would be the first to collapse.

So it’s more like relaxing than reading.

Qin Li was sitting next to him, holding "Qin's Method of Observing Dragons" in his hand. Grandma Liu downstairs was drinking tea and looking up with a smile on her face.

Li Zhuiyuan also considered whether he should tell Grandma Liu about his new insights into the "ghost paintings" of the Qin and Liu families. After thinking about it, he felt that it was not the right time yet. He should at least go through all the books worth reading in the basement first. What if there are other inheritances of the Qin and Liu families in there?
In the afternoon, Li Zhuiyuan put down his book and played several games of chess with Qin Li, then went to the first floor with her to watch TV while opening pairs of snacks and drinks.

Anyway, the TV owner is not here, so I can watch as long as I want.

Even watching TV would be boring, so Li Zhuiyuan thought about taking Qin Li to the cinema to watch a movie. Nowadays, cinemas are basically empty except on holidays, so there is no need to worry about Qin Li coming into contact with strangers.

Li Sanjiang went out for a while after lunch, and when he came back he saw that Li Zhuiyuan was not studying. Instead of being angry, he was very happy. He felt that it was good, as Xiao Yuanhou had gradually recovered from the blow of losing his household registration.

At around 5:30 in the afternoon, a motorcycle drove up and the driver took off his helmet. It was Tan Yunlong. After greeting Li Sanjiang, he easily took Li Zhuiyuan on the motorcycle, then started the motorcycle again, turned a corner and went down the dam smoothly.

Tan Yunlong drove his motorcycle even wilder than Uncle Qin. Fortunately, Li Zhuiyuan had a helmet this time.

When they arrived at the police station's staff building, Tan Yunlong led the boy to the third floor and opened the door. A middle-aged woman in an apron came out of the kitchen. She was dressed simply and elegantly and was very friendly.

"This is Xiaoyuan, right?"

"Hello Auntie."

"Okay, you're so good. You can call me Aunt Zheng."

Tan Yunlong asked, "Where's Binbin?"

"Binbin is doing homework in the room."

Tan Yunlong opened the door of his son's room and saw a tall high school student in school uniform concentrating on doing his homework at the desk.

Tan Yunlong walked to the desk and placed his hands on it.

Tan Wenbin's posture was a little distorted.

Then, Tan Yunlong opened his son’s pencil case and took out a Tetris game console from it. The game screen was actually paused.

Tan Wenbin lowered his head, not daring to look his father in the eye.

Perhaps because there were outsiders present, Tan Yunlong did not get angry. Instead, he took out a handful of jelly from his pocket and put it on his son's desk, then divided it into two and handed them to Li Zhuiyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan silently tore open a piece of jelly and put it into his mouth. He knew that the relationship between this father and son must be very ordinary. Maybe Tan Wenbin liked to eat jelly when he was a child, but how could a father continue to give jelly to his son who was in the third year of high school?

Although Tan Wenbin was considerate enough to eat one, it looked more like a show of father-son affection.

When Li Zhuiyuan saw this scene, he sighed in his heart. Even though they were acting, they were still kind-hearted in their bones. They were not like him and Li Lan, who had no emotions and were just acting.

"This is Xiaoyuan, Li Zhuiyuan. Xiaoyuan, this is my son I told you about, Tan Wenbin, you can call him Binbin."

"Hello, Xiaoyuan."

"Hello, Brother Binbin."

"Come, find a blank paper for Xiaoyuan to do."

"What, do it for him?"

"Correct."

"Oh, then this one." Tan Wenbin pulled out a math paper from a stack of blank papers.

Basically, all high school courses are completed in the second year of high school. The entire third year of high school is actually spent on reviewing and practicing exercises in rounds.

"Well, now, come out with me."

"dad……"

"Come out." Tan Yunlong walked out while unbuckling his belt.

Tan Wenbin looked miserable and followed him out.

Then, the door of the next room was closed, and Li Zhuiyuan heard several screams, mixed with scolding from Tan Yunlong:

"I won't bother with you about the fight, but you actually dared to steal your mother's money to buy a video game console. I taught you this the way I usually do. It doesn't matter if your grades are poor, but you can't go astray. Do you want me to put you in jail with my own hands in the future?"

However, Tan Yunlong only whipped him a few times and then started to give him a verbal lecture.

During the process, Aunt Zheng knocked on the door several times, but to no avail.

Two hours later, the father and son came out.

Aunt Zheng complained, "We have guests at home. Are you going to let Xiaoyuan go hungry if you don't want to eat?"

"I forgot." Tan Yunlong glanced at his son, "Isn't it still the fault of this useless guy?"

Li Zhuiyuan had left the desk long ago and was sitting on the bed looking at a comic book he had taken out from the pile of books. Before the father and son came in, he hid the comic book under the sheets so that Tan Yunlong didn't see it.

Although Tan Wenbin stopped crying, his neck was still shaking, making him look very pitiful.

Tan Yunlong patted the back of his son's head and said, "Go and see how Xiaoyuan's test paper turned out."

Tan Wenbin walked to the desk, flipped the math paper over and over, and found that he had answered all the questions correctly.

"How's your performance? Did you do everything right?" Tan Yunlong urged. "I'm asking you a question."

"I don't have the answers... I don't know."

Tan Yunlong: “…”

Tan Wenbin flipped over the paper below and exclaimed, "They're all finished!"

This stack of papers was distributed by teachers in advance, and students were required to do them at home according to the schedule. It includes not only mathematics but also many other subjects.

Tan Wenbin found that he had answered all the questions on the paper except the Chinese composition.

He tried to pick some simple questions that he also knew how to answer, and found that the answers were the same as what the boy wrote.

Putting aside other difficulties, at least we have ruled out the possibility that the boy was just writing randomly.

"What's going on? I'm embarrassing myself by following you here."

"Dad, these, these, are all correct."

"What about the others?"

"I still have to work on it slowly to find out, but judging from the method and process of solving the problem, he should be able to do it. If you want to check the answer, I can go to the teacher tomorrow."

"Here's how. Find the papers you've written and taken before, choose a few of the most difficult questions, copy them down, and have Xiaoyuan do them."

"okay."

Tan Yunlong now needs to confirm whether the boy is really at the level of a high school student. Otherwise, if he goes to the school and asks for skipping a grade, and something goes wrong, he will be in trouble.

Tan Wenbin copied a question into the notebook, put it aside, and said to the boy, "Xiaoyuan, do this first."

"it is good."

Li Zhuiyuan stood beside the table and picked up a pen.

Tan Wenbin took out another notebook and started copying the second question. When he finished copying the second question, he turned his head and found that the boy had already put down his pen and was waiting for him.

"So fast?"

Tan Wenbin took the notebook, checked it, and found the answer was correct.

Then, he saw Li Zhuiyuan quickly finishing the questions he had just copied.

I checked the answer and it’s correct.

This is a question that is beyond the syllabus. During the exam, only two people in the class were able to answer it.

Li Zhuiyuan suggested: "Brother Binbin, just read the questions directly, it will be faster this way."

Tan Yunlong nodded and said, "You read it!"

Tan Wenbin picked up a math test paper and started reading from the multiple-choice questions. Every time he finished reading, Li Zhuiyuan would give the answer.

Soon, except for the geometry questions that required looking at figures, Tan Wenbin read out all the questions on the entire test paper, and the boy directly gave the answers every time.

After putting down the test paper, Tan Wenbin was stunned.

He usually admired the top students in the class. When discussing study matters in front of them, he always felt the pressure and gap. But in front of this boy, he didn't feel any pressure, because he was crushed directly.

"All correct?" asked Tan Yunlong.

"Yes, Brother Xiaoyuan is right."

Tan Yunlong grabbed Li Zhuiyuan's arm and started spinning around as if he had found a treasure:

"Hahaha, he really is a child prodigy, what a child prodigy!"

Parents always have a serious filter for smart children with good academic performance, and parents who have candidates in their families are even more exaggerated. At this moment, in Tan Yunlong's eyes, he really felt like the star of literature had descended on his family.

Finally, after the excitement, he let Li Zhuiyuan go.

Li Zhuiyuan put his hand on his forehead, feeling a little dizzy.

"Xiaoyuan, I've inquired about it. The formal enrollment procedures can only be completed when school starts, and we have to ask people from the Education Bureau to go to school together. But Binbin and his high school classmates are also in class during the summer vacation. We can go to the school to take the test first, and then complete the procedures. In this way, you can go to class first. What do you think?"

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head: "Uncle Tan, I want to spend the summer vacation."

"Okay, it's only the end of July now, and there's still a month of summer vacation left. I'll pick you up when you go to enroll."

"Thank you, Uncle Tan."

"You're welcome." Tan Yunlong slapped his son on the head again, "Look at him, then look at you!"

Tan Wenbin had not yet recovered from the shock and asked subconsciously:
"Why don't you ask what their parents' education level is and what they do?"

"Snapped!"

This slap was harder than the last one.

"I'm telling you, you and Xiaoyuan will be classmates from now on. You should learn more from Xiaoyuan. Also, he is still young, so you should take care of him in life."

"it is good."

Tan Yunlong nodded, thinking that his son was not that stupid.

If you take care of others in life, shouldn't they also take care of you in study? Although you always say that children's grades are not the first priority, which parent is crazy enough not to want their children to have good grades?

The boy's performance of directly giving the correct answer to the question really shocked this old policeman. With a child like this, if his son could be with him every day, even if he was a pig, he would have some fairy spirit, right?
"Zheng Fang, Zheng Fang!"

Tan Yunlong walked out of the room. He couldn't wait to go to the kitchen to share what he had just seen with his wife. He believed that his wife would be more excited than himself. At the same time, he had to remind his wife to quickly add a few more dishes. No matter whether she could finish them or not, the important thing was to make it grand.

In the room, Li Zhuiyuan was sitting beside the bed, and Tan Wenbin was sitting on a chair. The two children, one big and one small, were facing each other.

"Brother Xiaoyuan?"

"Brother Binbin, don't be like this. Just call me Xiaoyuan or Yuanzi."

"Brother Xiaoyuan, what do you usually do at home?"

"Read a book."

"Just reading all the time?" This answer made Tan Wenbin a little discouraged, but he still continued to ask, "Besides reading, what else do you like to do?"

"It's a waste."

(End of this chapter)