Chapter 1101 She Hears the Wooden Fish Again

Li Qinian couldn't help but open Seven's stomach:

"No wonder your father doesn't like you,"

Seven: "Meow~"

Boys also have spring.

………

The two traveled through mountains and rivers and did not arrive at Xiaolan's house until after seven o'clock in the evening.

Li Qinian looked at the thatched cottage lit by candlelight, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Who..."

Grandma Xiaolan's voice was hoarse, with a feeling of powerlessness unique to the elderly.

"Grandma, it's me, the elder sister who sent Xiaolan home last time, Li Qinian."

There was no movement in the house, and after a while, the small wooden door creaked open.

Seeing a man and a woman who were astonished outside the door, Grandma Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, and then she relaxed when she saw Li Qinian's familiar face:

"Good boy, why are you here? It's so late, come in and sit down..."

She beckoned Li Qinian into the house.

Li Qinian entered the room, sat on a small wooden stool, and took the water glass handed by grandma:

"Grandma, how is Xiaolan recently?"

When grandma heard her granddaughter's name, a kind and gratifying smile immediately appeared on her face:

"Her, the teacher said that she performed very well in school, and she even won a prize in the exam recently..."

Li Qinian keenly sensed something was wrong: "The teacher said?"

Grandma didn't find any problem at all, so she nodded:

"They are busy studying and have no time to go home..."

"Xiaolan hasn't been home all this time?" Li Qinian's dark eyes sharpened.

Grandma: "I came back once and took a quilt from home..."

Li Qinian raised his eyes and Jiang Lu looked at each other, and they both saw the answer from the other's eyes.

There must be something wrong with this private school!

The chat records between Xiaolan and her are obviously more than once. According to the frequency of chatting once every weekend, the other party has returned home at least a dozen times.

Jiang Huang shook his head lightly at her.

Li Qinian pursed her lips, and grabbed her grandmother's bark-like dry hand:

"Grandma, can we stay here tonight?"

"Of course, I'm an old woman at home, so you can stay in Xiaolan's room..."

Grandma is at home alone all year round, and she is very happy when someone comes to the house.

In this way, Li Qinian and Jiang Juan lived in Xiaolan's room, and after grandma put out the candles to go to sleep, they sat by the bed and looked at each other.

"Go and see?"

The moon is dark and the wind is high, which is suitable for doing things.

Jiang Lu: "Yeah."

………

According to the direction in memory, Li Qinian brought Jiang Lu to the front of the private school.

The private school is a typical ancient building in China. As soon as you enter the door, you will see a courtyard, and if you go inside, you will find the backyard and teaching area.

But at this time, the private school was pitch black, without a single light. In the wild mountains and mountains, such a house had no life, but it looked like an uninhabited haunted house in a movie.

As a master over the wall, Li Qinian resolutely chose his old profession.

The two turned into the yard one after the other, their figures were brisk, like two ghosts, and they didn't make any movement at all.

Li Qinian: "I've been in all four of these rooms, they are the places for recruiting students and working."

At this time, there were no lights in the house.

Jiang Lu: "Go to the back and have a look."

"it is good."

The two walked through the small courtyard and came to the bungalows.

"There's still a light on there."

She points to a window on the front left.

The light is very weak, like fireflies in the mountains, twinkling and twinkling.

"Go and have a look."

The house has only the first floor, and the door is locked by a large iron lock, which cannot be opened at all.

The two had no choice but to come to the dimly lit window, and through the blurred white glass window, they could see the indoor scene clearly.

Seeing this, Li Qinian's brows furrowed fiercely.

This place is obviously a student dormitory. There are many small beds in the room, sleeping about thirty students, and the source of the dim light...

She looked at the tall man beside her.

The man was holding a whip in his hand, and in front of him, in front of a desk, was a little boy about seven or eight years old holding a pen, kneeling in front of the desk, his childish face was full of fear...

"Hurry up and write! Why are you dawdling?"

The man completely ignored the other sleeping children in the house, roared viciously, raised his hand and swung the whip in his hand, just hitting the boy's little hand holding the pen!

"Snapped!"

The huge movement frightened the little boy's hands, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the pencil rolled down and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Things that are not enough to succeed are more than nothing to fail."

"Crying, you know how to cry every day, what else do you do besides crying?"

"Losing money, next time you write a letter, ask your parents for more money, do you hear..."

The little boy's cry, like his stimulant, ignited his anger even more.

The air pressure in Qi Nian's body was frighteningly low, and her black eyes had no warmth.

She let go of her clenched fist, raised her leg and was about to rush in, but Jiang Lu grabbed her arm:

"Shock the grass to scare the snake."

Li Qinian suddenly closed her eyes, her breathing was rapid, she clenched and then loosened her fists, finally, she gritted her teeth, took out her phone and went back to the window.

"Damn it, the battery is out..."

As soon as she turned on the camera, the phone shut down automatically due to low battery.

They couldn't find a place to charge them along the way, and the charging treasure they brought was dead.

Jiang Jue took out his mobile phone and took a look: "My battery is also dead."

I wanted to record a video as evidence, but it is obviously not feasible right now.

Li Qinian looked at the room again.

Her eyes looked at the small beds in the house. On the small bed by the window, the quilt was rolled into a ball, and the people in the quilt wrapped themselves tightly and airtight.

With the dim light turned off, Li Qinian stared at the huddled figure, slowly tightened his hands holding the phone, and his eyes gradually became deep and trance-like.

The small quilt of dark blue rags, the dim candlelight, the man cursed viciously, and the endless night outside the window, burying all the dirty sins...

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and an unknown sadness suddenly swept over her whole body, and a steady stream of oppression moved towards her limbs, as if she could empathize with her, feeling the sadness at this moment...

"Amitabha."

"Boom—boom—boom—"

She heard the regular and gentle sound of the wooden fish again, each sound getting stronger and stronger.

Someone was chanting scriptures in her ear and making noises, but after a while, the noises turned into suppressed crying again.

The crying became louder and louder, and gradually overwhelmed other voices, becoming the only main theme.

Good night!