Rebirth of Japanese high school students

Following Meng Mochou to the yard, unlike the empty person just now, there were no less than twenty or thirty people gathered in the yard, including men and women, old and young.

When I saw Meng Mochou pushing the stroller out, a middle-aged man with half-white hair in his forties and fifties was the first to meet him: "Mochou, is another person talking to grandpa? I have said so many times, don't be too sad. If you fall ill because of this, grandpa will leave uneasy."

"I understand, second uncle." Meng Mochou nodded in his eyes.

"I knew you were a good boy. I watched you grow up since I was a child." The middle-aged man nodded with relief and looked at the baby boy playing with jade pendants in the stroller. "Jianqiu is still so lively."

"Yes." Meng Mochou looked at his son, and his motherly glory was restored to his face.

Li Xuehao came out with her, but no one seemed to notice him at this moment, and everyone's eyes were all on Meng Mochou.

The middle-aged man walked closer, his eyes dodged slightly, but he still asked: "Mo Chou, the key given to you by Grandpa..."

"Uncle Second." Before he could finish speaking, Meng Mochou interrupted, "Grandpa gave me the keys to keep. I kept them in an absolutely safe place and would not be lost."

The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed, but when he thought of the importance of the key, he didn't care about so much: "Mo Chou, you have to take care of the child now, and you still have a big belly, and you can't handle so many things. If you believe in the second uncle, leave the key to me for the time being. Don't worry, when your child is born, I will hand the key to your hands in your hands."

Hearing that he seemed to be completely concerned about himself, Meng Mochou did not have any intention: "Second uncle, I have no health problem. I am also going to ask someone to take care of Jianqiu, and there are not so many things now, so there are not many opportunities to use the key." This is already a tactful rejection.

The middle-aged man's face was slightly gloomy: "Don't worry, it's not what my second uncle wants. Think about it, Jianqiu is still so young, how can I not take care of you? If you are worried, what if I give it back to you every time I use up the key?"

Meng Mochou was still unmoved: "Uncle Second, if you want to use the key, you can come to me."

After being rejected repeatedly, the middle-aged man suddenly became angry: "Mo Chou, are you so stubborn? Although the key was handed over to you by grandfather, it does not belong to you alone. Everyone has the surname Meng. I am also my own son. I should have a copy of the key. Are you right?"

"Uncle Second, you are right. Everyone is surnamed Meng. The key is indeed the communist of our Meng family." Meng Mochou did not deny what he said to him, and looked at the Meng clan members present, "But since grandpa handed the key to me, it means that I was keeping it. He is no longer here, and I cannot go against his last wish."

"Why are you so fond of being so stubborn!" The middle-aged man was angry, "Is there any difference between the key in your hands and in my hands? You are my niece, I am your uncle, so why do you have to share with each other?"

Meng Mochou didn't say anything. She teased the child in the stroller, as if she hadn't heard what he said.

Seeing that the middle-aged man said something normal, he put forward a reserve plan: "I suggest that we hold a clan meeting and let everyone in the Meng family vote and decide who should keep the key."

"Yes, a meeting will be held to vote."

“Vote, vote.”

The people at the scene expressed their support as if they had agreed.

Meng Mo frowned. This situation made her know that the second uncle had already motivated everyone to make everyone support him so much.

The middle-aged man raised his hands and signaled everyone to stop clamoring. When the sound calmed down, he continued, "Don't worry, this is not what I mean by myself, it is the voice of the entire Meng family. You can't pretend not to hear it.

"Uncle Second, is this what everyone means or what you mean by yourself? I think you know better than anyone else." Seeing this, Meng Mochou didn't even bother to tear his face.

"What do you mean? Do you think I want that key? I'm thinking about the future of the entire Meng family. Don't forget that although your child's surname is Meng, everyone knows that he is actually a species of a foreign surname." The middle-aged man did not hesitate to expose his shortcomings.

Meng Mochou was indeed stimulated and his voice became sharp: "Second uncle, Jianqiu is my child. Am I an outsider? Since he was born to me, he is from the Meng family."

"But everyone knows that Gao Fei is a married woman. If you follow the rules of normal people's family, your child will not be surnamed Meng. Even if you inherit the inheritance, your son and grandson will be in the forefront, but it will not be the grandson's turn." The middle-aged man said without scruples.

Meng Mochou's eyes turned red again: "Second uncle, Gao Fei has been there for more than half a year. Are you determined to force us, mother and son to death?"

The middle-aged man said, "You are my niece. How could I do that? You give me the key, and you will be the one who will be the one who will change at all."

"Without the key, can I still be the leader?" Meng Mochou was very excited. The key was the most critical thing. After losing the key, she instantly became a passerby. Not to mention being in charge, it would be great if she could not be driven away.

"Yes, no one takes you seriously, I'll deal with him." The middle-aged man said firmly.

But his assurance was unconvincing, and now he said that once the key was in his hands, only God knows what he would do.

"Uncle Second, it's meaningless to argue like this. Please come back. I'll have to talk to grandpa." Meng Mochou didn't want to have a scheming with these people. In her opinion, only in front of grandpa was the most at ease.

"So, are you asking me to hold a clan meeting?" The middle-aged man's face darkened.

"You guys, I won't participate anyway." Meng Mochou threw down a sentence, turned around and pushed the stroller away.

"Cousin Mochou, you can't walk away like this." A young man with a smiley face came out of the crowd and blocked her way. "You can't ignore the entire family before your father finished speaking, and then let everyone listen to you."

"This is what grandpa meant!" Meng Mochou stared at the young man in front of him. He was the son of his second uncle. He was idle and a guy who hated ghosts.

"We don't know whether grandpa meant it. After all, he has left. When he made the will, you and lawyer Evans were the only one next to him. But a few days ago, Evans had a car accident and has become a vegetable. We cannot be sure whether the will was really made according to grandpa's wishes." The young man is very good at sophistry, and he implies one meaning inside and outside, that is, the will is likely to have been modified.

"Meng Xiong, say it again!" Meng Mochou gritted his teeth. Grandpa was the person she respected the most, and she would never allow anyone to wrongly accuse her of doing something that would be sorry for her.

"Cousin, don't be angry, don't be angry, I'm just talking about a possibility. I know that cousin you won't do that, but lawyer Evans will be unable to protect you. Maybe he will instigate you to do something you shouldn't do." The young man said jokingly.

Meng Mochou was so angry that his fists were clenched. What was being instigated by someone was clearly implying that everything was instructed by her.

"Wow~~~~" The baby boy in the stroller suddenly started to cry again. This time he was holding the jade pendant in his hand, but he still cried non-stop.

"Cousin, Jianqiu is hungry." The young man said with a smile.

"I know." Meng Mochou is of course more clear about his son. He is happy to play with jade pendants, but if he even cries with his jade pendants in his hand, it means he is hungry.

Fortunately, she has always prepared milk from milk powder at any time, and put it in the pocket of the stroller, and it is filled with an insulated bottle.

She took out the bottle from her car pocket. She first tried the temperature and felt it was OK, so she wanted to feed the child.

"Wait a minute." Li Xuehao, who was standing beside him, suddenly said.

This loud scream also moved the eyes of the Meng clan members who were originally focused on Meng Mochou to him.

"Who are you?" the young man was closest to him and asked first, he had never seen him before.

Meng Mochou even expected that this young man worthy of attention would speak at this time, and his breastfeeding movements would slow down.

"Miss Meng, I advise you not to feed him, or you can soak another bottle yourself." Li Xuehao said lightly. From the moment Meng Mochou took out the bottle, he noticed something was wrong. The main thing was that the dead air wrapped around the baby's face became more and more intense and would explode at any time. This change started when Meng Mochou picked up the bottle, so there must be a problem with the milk brewed in the bottle.

"I don't understand what you mean." Meng Mochou frowned and looked at him, but the child did not cry at this time, so she could force herself to endure it.

"My meaning has been expressed very clearly. Let's pour out the milk in this bottle." Li Xuehao said again.

Meng Mochou frowned. The boy had been revealing strangeness since he appeared. She didn't know whether to listen to him, but the child stopped crying at this time, which seemed to indicate that he would not need to breastfeed.

"Hey, you are an outsider, why are you joining in the fun here?" The young man was angry and pointed at the boy who came out of nowhere. Hearing his name to his cousin, he knew that he was an irrelevant outsider.

"I'm here to mourn Mr. Meng." Li Xuehao smiled faintly, ignoring his anger that was almost about to choose someone to eat.

"Then you can leave, we don't welcome you." The young man looked domineering.

"I'm sorry, you may not welcome me, but this is useless. As long as Mr. Meng welcomes me, I'll be fine." Li Xuehao said lightly.

"No one welcomes you here, including my grandfather." The young man was furious. Did the kid not ask where this place was?

"Is that true?" Li Xuehao pulled a meaningful smile out of the corner of his mouth, "Or why don't Mr. Meng come out and say something? Is he welcomed me?"

"So he's a lunatic!" The young man thought he was crazy, "Come on, drive him away!"

Seeing that two strong Meng clan members were coming out, Meng Mochou suddenly spoke and stopped their actions: "Don't move, he is my guest." Although he was still wary of this young man, since he was a guest who came to mourn his grandfather, she could not watch him being driven out in a mess.

"Cousin Mochou, this is an outsider or a lunatic. Are you sure you want to protect him?" The young man looked at her coldly.

"My guest, I can only speak to him and let him leave!" Meng Mochou also said coldly.

"Okay, I have no right to ask about your guest, but now we are discussing our own problems. It is not good for him to be an outsider here." The young man said.

Of course, Meng Mochou knew it was not good, but the current situation was a little more reliable than his family members. At least he would not want to bite a piece of meat from her like a jackal.

"If you really want to talk about it, I may not be an outsider." As she was hesitating, Li Xuehao stepped forward, came to the middle of the yard, glanced at the people around him, and asked, "Is there anyone other than Meng's surname here?"

No one knew what he was going to do, and the young man glared at him: "You are the only one."

"Then, I'm relieved." Li Xuehao smiled slightly, reached out and waved his hand gently at the door. With a click, the two wooden doors and wooden doors were automatically closed.

This magical scene surprised the Meng clan members.

"Miss Meng, you're rude." Without waiting for everyone to react, Li Xuehao reached out and pulled out a hair of Meng Mochou not far away, grabbed it in his palm, closed his eyes, muttering something in his mouth. After a few seconds, he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted solemnly, "Meng Qiying, my soul is back!"

As the words fell, something seemed to spread around the center of the yard.

The people around also noticed it. They couldn't believe that this young man, who was not old, was summoning souls?

"What are you pretending to be a ghost?" The young man suppressed some uneasiness in his heart and shouted loudly.

Li Xuehao didn't look at him at all, his expression was solemn and solemn.

The wind began to rise around gradually, and the temperature began to drop. Many people already felt the coldness. The most obvious change was that the clear sky, which was originally shining with bright sunshine, suddenly became dark, and a thick dark cloud appeared above their heads, covering the sunshine above their heads.

This strange and terrifying scene made the Meng clan members around him stare straight, and there was a hint of fear on their faces to a greater or lesser extent.

Only Meng Mochou had a faint excitement on his face, as if he was looking forward to something to appear.

"Woo~~~" The wind suddenly became rapid, and the dark clouds above my head became denser. Suddenly, a faint black light smoke shot straight from the dark clouds and landed in the center of the yard, turning into a translucent phantom.

The phantom is of medium figure, all bearded and white, wearing a white Tang suit, looking exactly like the person in the portrait.

"Ah--" Seeing this supernatural scene with your own eyes, the timid Meng clan members were already lying on the ground, and the bold ones were also fighting against each other. The young man was so scared that he was so scared that he was out of his mind. Even the middle-aged man who had always kept his face calm opened his mouth, with shock and fear on his face.

Everything in front of them has exceeded the world view they know. Is that the old man’s soul?

Only Meng Mochou's eyes are not afraid, but only excitement and joy.

The phantom who landed on the ground first looked around and found that they were all juniors in the clan. For a moment, he was a little confused: "Everyone is here, why am I here?"

The people he saw subconsciously shrank, and some of the timid people had fainted.

"Grandpa!" Meng Mochou could no longer help but the excitement and joy in his heart and shouted loudly.

The phantom looked at the sound, and the confusion on his face changed to be doting: "Girl, what's wrong with you? Don't cry, don't cry, grandpa is here." As he said that, he raised his foot and walked over, but when he raised his foot, he realized that he could actually walk in the air. While being shocked, he finally realized, "I, I'm dead..."

"Grandpa!" Meng Mochou ran forward excitedly, trying to pounce into his arms, but the translucent phantom could not be contacted in substantial way. She pounced on the air, staggered a few steps and almost fell down.

But she was not discouraged, and she stabilized her body and was about to pounce on her again.

"Miss Meng, you know that it's meaningless to do that!" Li Xuehao suddenly woke her up, with a hint of spiritual energy in his voice.

Meng Mochou almost collapsed, but he knew that it was impossible to hug her grandfather who used to love her.

The phantom floated to her, stretched out his hand several times, but couldn't catch her either, so he stopped doing useless work. He just said with heartache: "Girl, don't cry, grandpa is by your side."

"Wow—" Meng Mochou cried like a child, and it was heartbreaking.

Li Xuehao did not stop her this time, knowing that she needed to vent, otherwise it would be depressed in her body and would not be good for her health. He looked at the phantom that was staring at him in surprise and doubtfulness, and smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Meng."

"Are you?" Phantom was stunned. He had never seen this young man before, but when he heard his tone, it seemed that the other party was very familiar with him.

"Do you still remember your old friends in Eleven?" Li Xuehao asked.

"Ah——" Phantom was startled, then reacted, and his expression became excited, "Is it... Master?"

"It's me." Li Xuehao nodded with a smile. "Eleventh" was synthesized into the word "Eleventh", which was a name that only the two knew, because that was how they chatted at that time.

I confirmed that the person in front of me was the gods whom he had always longed to see but could not see. The phantom also vaguely understood the reason why he would appear here: "Master, you recruited me back?"

"Yes." Li Xuehao nodded lightly and glanced at the Meng clan members present, "Since you left, this place has been quite lively. I think only you can solve it."

"Hiki?" The phantom frowned and soon understood what was going on. Especially the Meng clan people around him showed up in an encirclement, vaguely surrounding his beloved granddaughter in the middle. He was immediately angry and looked at the middle-aged man in the crowd fiercely.

The middle-aged man was seen with panic and fear, and knelt on the ground with a squeak, slapped himself in the mouth: "Dad, I'm sorry, I'm confused, I'm sorry, I'm wrong..."

"I just knew that you were not right. Isn't the ones I left for you enough? Do you still want to steal your niece's things?" The phantom was furious and wanted to step forward and teach this unsuccessful son a lesson.

The middle-aged man only knew how to slap himself in the mouth and admit his mistake. When he came back from his father's soul, he could not feel any rebellious.

"Enough, don't beat me anymore. I warn you, if you think about the little girl's things, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!" The phantom said viciously.

"No, dad, I won't..." The middle-aged man shook his head repeatedly. He didn't want his dad to come to his bed to chat with him every night.

"And you, whoever dares to attack the girl, I will not let you go!" The phantom glanced at the Meng clan members around him again.

Everyone shook their heads repeatedly, saying that they dared not.

"Mr. Meng, there is one more thing." Li Xuehao said at the quiet Meng clan, looking at the Meng clan, who said at the right time.

"Please say, Master." Although the master in front of him was terrible young, the phantom knew that this might be the appearance of the master after he was reborn. As a god, it is not surprising that he will never live forever. Maybe his age is several times older than him.

"You didn't die naturally." Li Xuehao said.

This sentence was like a rock that shocked the sky. It not only shocked the Meng clan members around it, but also made the phantom angry: "Master, is it that I was killed by someone?"

"With Jiushijiu I gave you, you will be free from illness and pain in your life. How could you die of a heart disease? So, someone touched your hands and feet, making you look like you had a sudden heart disease." Li Xuehao looked at the baby boy in the stroller, and he was still holding the small jade pendant in his hand.

The phantom knew what he said "Jiu Shijiu" and the master's words would never be false, which made him even more hated: "Who is it! Who wants my life!" As he said that, he looked around and finally stopped his eyes on the middle-aged man.

The latter was so scared that he shivered all over, and his body had just gotten up and knelt down immediately: "Dad, the conscience of heaven and earth, you are my father. No matter how brave I am, I will never dare to do such a ruthless thing."

"It's really not what he did." The black shadow was about to get angry, but Li Xuehao said at the right time. Through the sensing of his spiritual sense, he already knew who the real murderer was behind the scenes, and that figure hiding in the crowd and shrinking.

"It's you." He looked straight at him. It was a thin middle-aged man. When Mr. Meng's soul appeared, he was in panic all day long. Although he had no blood on his body, he was surrounded by a trace of resentment. It was an unforgettable mark left after the harm of human life.

"No, it's not me, it's not me..." The thin middle-aged man quickly made a loud quibbling.

The phantom suddenly floated in front of him and stumbled at him: "Asheng, did you do it?"

With the soul at hand, the thin middle-aged man finally collapsed: "I don't want it, uncle, I'm unintentional, I don't know that the medicine is so powerful. I just want you to lie in the bed for a few days, who knows..."

"Did you find out that embezzlement of public funds by me?" I knew who the real murderer was, and the phantom also instantly thought of his motive.

"Okay, you beast, you killed my dad!" As the phantom's son, the middle-aged man knew who the real murderer was, rushed from the ground, rushed to the thin middle-aged man, kicked him down with a fierce kick, and then punched him.

The thin middle-aged man screamed repeatedly, and the phantom seemed to be feeling a little reluctant, and scolded: "Enough, do you want to kick someone to death?"

"Dad, he killed you!" The middle-aged man was still worried. Although he had complained in his heart that his father handed the most important key to his niece, he had absolutely no idea of ​​killing his father, as it was not something human beings did at all.

"I already know that if you kick him to death, is it just avenging me? Stupid! Don't you have to go to jail by yourself?" Although I really want to teach this incompetent son a lesson, it is his own flesh and blood after all, and he doesn't want to see him in prison.

"Asheng, tell me, are you really unintentional?" After anger, Phantom didn't want to force him too much. He was also Meng's own person and his brother's son.

"Uncle, I am really unintentional. Please believe me! I am unintentional and I didn't want to kill you..." The thin middle-aged man almost swore to the sky and the earth.

"If you really are unintentional, then you want to harm Miss Meng's son. Is this unintentional?" Li Xuehao added next to him.

"What!" Everyone who heard it was shocked, the thin middle-aged man's expression changed drastically, and he fell into despair.

"Master, you mean, he wants to kill Jian Qiu?" Meng Mochou reacted and asked with lingering fear.

"Well, he should have put medicine in the bottle, maybe it was the kind of medicine that killed Mr. Meng." Li Xuehao nodded.

"Beast!" Meng Mochou cursed. She had no doubt about what the master said at all. She finally understood why he had stopped himself from breastfeeding. She was filled with lingering fear and did not dare to imagine what crazy things she would do if her son had an accident.

The phantom was so angry that it seemed calm: "Asheng, it doesn't matter if you hurt me. For your father's sake, I can forgive you, but you shouldn't harm the girl, let alone his children!" After that, he turned to the middle-aged man beside him and said, "If you want me to forgive you, send him to prison and never come out in this life."

"Dad, don't worry, leave it to me." Seeing that there was a chance to atone for sins, the middle-aged man would not miss it. He didn't dare to make the key now, and he hated the guy who killed his father even more.

Looking at the thin middle-aged man who was lying on the ground, the middle-aged man was full of disgust and called two people over and took him away.

...

The matter came to an end. Li Xuehao was invited into the mourning hall, and the Meng clan members also followed him in. They were all in a manner and looked at him with awe at times. This was a master who could summon souls and was a real master. It was impossible to fake it if he saw it with his own eyes.

The phantom stood in front of his portrait and stared blankly, as if quite moved.

"Master, please have tea." Meng Mochou walked over with a cup of steaming fragrant tea. She was full of gratitude for the master. If it weren't for him, she would never have seen her dearest grandfather again, and maybe even Jianqiu would have disappeared.

"You're welcome." Li Xuehao took the tea and was not surprised by her rudeness at first and respect at the end. When encountering such a thing, anyone would have such a reaction.

"Mr. Meng, I think you may not be that long, so if you have anything to say, you can say to your juniors." Li Xuehao said to the phantom's back with the tea aside.

"What, grandpa is leaving?" Meng Mochou's heart tightened.

"Yes, I'm no longer a human being, I can't be with you forever, girl." The phantom turned around, with a deep regret and reluctance in his tone.

"I don't want my grandfather to leave." Meng Mochou's eyes turned red. If she hadn't been able to touch her grandfather, she would probably have pounced on her again.

"Silly kid, we are separated by yin and yang, so it is impossible for us to live together all the time. You just need to know that grandpa is always by your side to protect you." The phantom said docilely.

Meng Mochou was crying like rain. Grandpa just came back and was leaving again. She might never see him again.

"Silly kid, if you want to see me, you can find a master and then call me back." The phantom comforted.

Meng Mochou heard this and saw hope igniting in his eyes. He turned to look: "Master, is that OK?"

Li Xuehao originally wanted to deny it, but when he saw the phantom's eyes, he nodded slightly: "If I want to meet, I can summon souls again." In fact, he knew very well that this might be the last time the grandparents and grandchildren met, and it would never be possible to meet again in the future.

However, when she heard his answer, Meng Mochou was not so sad, and she felt even more excited, which meant that she would often see her grandfather in the future.