Chapter 94 The Most Terrifying Story...

After Lie Mengmeng left, Wang's father searched through the boxes in the storage room at home and found a mahogany box with a sense of age. This was originally a burial item prepared by the old man for himself in advance. He planned to ask Wang's father to be buried with him when he died.

Wang's father knew that there were many secrets of the old man in it. After the old man got Alzheimer's disease, he was afraid that one day he would forget his mahogany box, so he kept it with Wang's father and repeatedly told Wang's father not to open it. But now, in order to cure the old man's Alzheimer's disease, Wang's father really can't care so much.

"You are like a drop of rain, moistening my heart; you are like a rainbow, taking away all my eyes; you are like a bright moon, shining into my heart, like a running stream, falling into a beautiful waterfall, I would like to join hands with you, run, jump, and do a beautiful inverted hook in the sunset..."

"Ah, I like you, I like your cold attitude, your little tricks in the face of me, I like your speed of speech, I accompany you shopping for clothes, I like your little confusion, and I cross the road hand in hand with you without going through too many maps... The next stop is happiness..."

In the study, Wang's father read a love letter aloud. This was written on a piece of oil paper when the old man was young, and the immature handwriting of that year can be vaguely seen between the lines.

Wang's father and Wang Ling trembled at the same time, and even Erha beside him was covered with dog hair... Damn, such a love letter that was picked out from a collection of primary school students' essays and pieced together with a popular lyrics can really express love! ?

Erha began to doubt the usefulness of this love letter.

Dad Wang pointed to the pile of letters in the box. There were all kinds of letter paper in it, all written by the old man. Everyone knows that the old man was a love saint when he was young, and his romantic history was much richer than that of Dad Wang. And the old man was very good at prescribing the right medicine, and he changed the style of the love letter by judging the personality and preferences of the love object.

Dad Wang had to look through several letters to find this literary and fresh first love letter.

In addition, there are graceful nostalgic types, such as:

"You are like white clouds, I am like black soil, whether you are seventy-one or I am seventy-five...Hold your hand, grow old with you, when I am old, I still want to use my old ticket to board your broken ship..."

There are academic masters, such as:

"I will always be the lonely square root of three. Three itself is such a beautiful number, and I, three, under such an ugly square root, I wish I was a nine, because nine only needs a little bit of calculation to get rid of this tragic fate. But if this square root is you, I am willing to become a two, so that you can never divide me..."

Finally, there are coquettish and domineering types, such as:

"I hope that one day you can use your gentle hands to teach my round little buttocks; I hope that you can use your sexy red lips to kiss my biceps that are as hot as fire..."

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After reading these love letters, Wang's father finally understood why the old man had sorted out his burial objects early, and seriously told himself not to open them. It's easy to imagine how shameful these things are, but what the old man didn't expect was that his dark history was pulled out and read one by one by his children and grandchildren before he was buried with him.

After closing the box, Wang's father took out the first love letter and handed it to Wang Ling: "Is there a way to track down your grandfather's first love?"

Wang Ling frowned and hesitated.

At present, the people who have come into contact with this letter are himself, Wang's father, the old man, and the green girl.

The great recollection technique in the Three Thousand Avenues can track the location of the person who has come into contact with the object through the object. But there are two major prerequisites. First, the person who has come into contact with the object must still be alive in the world. Second, Wang Ling must have seen the person who has come into contact with the object.

Putting aside the first premise, the second premise is a big problem. If it were normal, Wang Ling could completely retrieve the memory and check the old man's memory to find out the appearance of the green girl, and finally trace the current location of the green girl in reverse.

But now, the old man's Alzheimer's disease has deepened his memory disorder. When Wang Ling uses memory retrieval, the information he can see is just like the snow signal on TV. Moreover, even if the clues are retrieved by force, no one can tell how much of the "slightly green" girl's outline is left in the old man's memory after so many years. On the contrary, there is a danger of aggravating the symptoms of the old man's dementia.

Dad Wang put the letter paper in front of Wang Ling's nose again: "Can you smell it? There is probably still a little smell of the green girl on this letter paper."

Wang Ling: "..." There is a ready-made dog, why do you want to smell it!

Because Wang Dad was afraid of being deducted pocket money by Wang Dad again, Wang Ling's mouth twitched, but he endured it and didn't argue with Wang Dad. Instead, he avoided the letter paper and handed it to Erha. In this situation, he can only rely on this guy. After all, Erha has been learning how to be a dog for so long, and Wang Ling feels that it is necessary to test the learning results now.

When he was still a toad, Erha practiced his ventriloquism, among which tongue skills were the most pure.

Now that he has become a dog, Erha naturally changed the direction of his practice.

Everyone knows that a dog's nose is very effective. As a demon king, Erha is trying to get familiar with his current physical environment.

Watching Wang Ling hand the letter to him, Erha sniffed it carefully. It suddenly thought of something and felt that the smell on the letter was familiar.

Will there be results so soon?

It’s really awesome!

When Father Wang saw Loopy Ha's reaction, he felt sincerely.

Although Loopy Toad understands human language, this body is currently missing its hind legs after all, and it has not yet been cultivated to the point where Loopy Toad can speak. Everything can only be read through Wang Ling's mind and then sent to Father Wang. After Wang Ling heard Loopy Ha's reply, a surprised expression quickly passed over his face.

Father Wang twitched his eyebrows in disbelief and looked at Wang Ling: "You mean... Loopy Ha said that he smelled the smell on the envelope in No. 60 Middle School?"

Wang Ling nodded, and Father Wang's expression suddenly became clear, and he immediately clapped his hands: "Your grandfather did say that the girl graduated from the Normal University back then. Now it is indeed very possible to stay in the school and continue teaching! But in the end Which female teacher is it?”

At this time, Father Wang's curiosity was completely aroused.

My father's first love was actually a teacher at his son's school?

The girl who can be favored by the old man must have been a beautiful goddess when she was young! And according to the first love letter in a literary and fresh style, Dad Wang almost immediately made up his mind, and the image of a pure and lovely girl with long flowing hair instantly appeared on the page... Even if she is old now, at least she still has her charm. ah!

But all this is limited to Wang’s father’s speculation. Wang Ling, the teacher of No. 60 Middle School, has almost met him. Who is still charming...

Wang Ling felt that Old Antique should be considered one of them... As for the others...

Wang Ling's body trembled involuntarily and he did not dare to think about it any more.

No matter how he thought about this matter, Wang Ling felt inexplicably flustered.

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So, at night, Wang Ling took advantage of the darkness and teleported Loopy Ha to No. 60 Middle School. After being led by Loopy Toad, Wang Ling came to the door of a teacher's office. This was the office of an elite class teacher. Wang Ling had seen most of them. There were quite a few female teachers, but who still had charm...Wang Ling was stunned to think that it was... who.

Then he teleported to the inside of the office with Loopy Toad. Loopy Toad huddled in Wang Ling's clothes, arching his nose and sniffing...

That’s it…

Loopy Toad guided Wang Ling to a desk.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Ling felt that he had seen the most terrifying story in his first half of life.

Because this desk... actually belongs to Teacher Pan!