The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Zheng Quzhi squinted his eyes and saw two people crept in from the outside. The one in front was the one who was a few years ago, who was forcibly pulled by the old man to adjust his head, and he was full of unruly arrogance.

"Hurry up!" He was still turning around and urging Lian Liankan.

Lian Liankan was very thin at that time, dressed up as usual, his hair was dyed red, and he also permed the cheapest small curls. Before, he looked very personal, but now he is undoubtedly a killer. And non-mainstream.

"How fast Lao Tzu's leg is about to break!" Even Lian Kan's tone was aggressive. Both of them were still adolescent and rebellious at the time, looking like Lao Tzu's greatest appearance.

The posture of both of them was a little unnatural, and the night was dark and windy. They had just returned from the outside, and both of them had black noses and swollen faces. This was just back from a fight, and Zheng Quzhi also forgot how he had to fight so many fights before, fighting one and another all day long, sometimes he forgot the reason for the fight.

Looking at his young self, Zheng Quzhi felt stunned.

If you are more sensible at this time, will the old man die not so early? The old man had been nagging in his ears before, saying that he would be **** off sooner or later.

Hey, I don't know if the old man is really mad at him.

"Where have you been!" He shouted sharply.

Zheng Quzhi followed the voice and looked at it. He didn't know when the door to the right opened. A thin old man stared at the two young men fiercely.

"Hey, uncle hasn't slept yet?" Lian Liankan reacted quickly and said hello cheeky.

"You two **** won't come back, how dare I go to sleep!" The old man looked like he was very angry, his chest was rising and falling: "Say! Where are you going to fight again!"

As soon as the voice was yelled out, the lights in all directions were on, awakening many people.

The juvenile version of Zheng Quzhi was at a time when he was not afraid of the sky, and immediately stretched his neck and shouted: "Don't care about our affairs! I still stay up so late, beware of myocardial infarction!"

Old man: "..."

Zheng Quzhi: "..."

Ah, do you know that it has become a truth? juvenile? ?

Back then, the old man really suffered from myocardial infarction. It is said that when he was drinking with others, he was agitated for a while, and he planted as soon as he got up and never woke up.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qu knew his eyes were slightly hot.

Unsurprisingly, the young version of Zheng Quzhi was chased by the old man over half of the yard with a whip, followed by Lian Liankan, who was not too busy watching the excitement.

"Uncle hit him!"

"He has thick skin and thick flesh, and this intensity doesn't hurt at all!"

"Ahhhhh! Uncle! Hurry up! He is going to run away!"

Rao became an adult version of Zheng Quzhi. Hearing this noisy voice, he still couldn't stop wanting to beat him again and again. How could this man be so owed?

Of course, although the old man repeatedly scolded him and disliked him, he really hurt him in his bones. Finally, he turned around and drew a whip on Lian Liankan: "I want you to take care of him! The boy owes it to him, right? ! At first glance, you are ruining our Zhier!"

I have to mention one thing here. Now Lian Liankan always calls Zheng Quzhi that our family's Zhier's words are completely from the old man.

Although the old man looked unreliable, he felt a deep pain in his heart, Zheng Quzhi, and he often talked about our zhier.

For example, did our Zhier get into trouble again? Where did our Zhier go! Our Zhier was taken by you! ...

Hey, in the past, all sorts of melancholy and sadness came to my mind.

Zheng Quzhi retracted his thoughts and simply walked into the house.

The room was still familiar and old, and everything was done meticulously. Although it was midnight, the food was still hot in the pot.

On the other side, the old man had already pulled in the juvenile version of Zheng Quzhi and walked in, still yelling, as if he was going to kill him.

In the past, every time he saw the old man like this, Zheng Quzhi couldn't wait to beat him back and forth hundreds of times, but now he saw the old man's full attention.

Ah, this feeling is really bad.

Zheng Quzhi stood in the corner silently, watching the two people busy up and down, and finally he went back to his room to sleep in the young version, and then the old man returned to his room.

The whole world becomes dark.

Zheng Quzhi was bored on the sofa, quietly looking at the beads on the hand strap, and shouted Shen, "Shen Dao, Shen Dao, why haven't you moved yet?"

"Brother, Sister Wen is too hard to find! And there is a guy who gets in the way and stop it..."

"That's my friend." Zheng Quzhi interrupted him quickly. "His name is Yang Wanli and he is wearing a pair of glasses. Don't shoot him loose."

In the real world, Shen Dao silently watched the ghost stepped on by him for a long while, then gently moved his foot away, and said if nothing had happened: "It's okay, Dao knows the right way."

Hearing Shen Dao's words, Zheng Quzhi relaxed, after thinking about it, and then said: "How is your side? It's not light yet? Wei Yan doesn't know yet, right?"

I heard that the day before the wedding, the bride and groom cannot meet, otherwise it is unlucky.

"No, it's very early now, and I won't delay my brother's affairs." Shen Dao simply sat on the back of the ghost and said with a smile: "I'm sneaking out! Now Wei Zhai is busy, I won't find my brother! "

That's good.

Zheng Quzhi let go: "Then take your time, get me out before dawn, it's hard for you."

"I don't feel any hard work for my brother!" Shen Dao said with a smile, glanced at the time again, his eyes lightened slightly.

Zheng Quzhi twitched at the corner of his mouth, and just about to speak, he suddenly realized that the surrounding environment had suddenly changed, and he couldn't help being startled. I don't know when it started, and the surroundings have become strange rooms.

The strong smell of wine gradually penetrated into the nose.

Zheng Quzhi looked up and saw four or five old men sitting at a table, all drinking red. However, the old man's complexion remained unchanged. Zheng Quzhi knew that he had always been drinking well.

There was a hunch in his heart suddenly, Zheng Quzhi looked down: "Okay, don't bother you, you hurry up and find someone."

On the other side of Shen Dao's face was a stupefaction. He could clearly hear the emotional change in his brother's tone, but he didn't know what happened over there. Why did his brother suddenly feel sad?

"Old Zheng, why don't you say anything!" someone shouted.

The old man's surname was Zheng. When he picked up Zheng Quzhi, he knew his surname Zheng, the old man was still happy for a long time, saying that they were destined to be the father and son.

"Why didn't you say anything?" The old man flew over with a sharp eye and said, "You drank your head!"

"Hahahaha!" A hearty laughter sounded. The old man was the brother of the old man for decades. The surname was Luo. Zheng Quzhi kept calling him Uncle Luo. After the old man died, Uncle Luo came to him several times.

"Looking at you like this, I know, I'm worried about your little **** again!" Uncle Luo's laughter was always hearty, but later he got stomach cancer, and the old man followed soon after he died.