I'm going to work. You stay home and do your homework. You're not allowed to go out and play until you finish it.
Alright! Mom, don't worry! I guarantee I'll finish the task!
As the door slammed shut.
Zhang Zihang's straight back suddenly hunched over.
He thought he could finally have some fun during the summer vacation, but he didn't expect his mom to drag him out of bed at seven in the morning to do homework.
It's just five pages, what's so difficult about that?
He looked at the fifth-grade summer homework in front of him and picked up his pen.
He first wrote his name and turned to the first page.
Write synonyms for the following:
He looked at the questions below and yawned.
Synonym for humble, is it modest?
He quickly wrote down two characters and suddenly felt a jolt.
He needed to pee!
After returning from the restroom, Zhang Zihang looked at the big bed next to his desk, then at the summer homework.
He chose to throw himself into the embrace of the big bed.
He'll just take a nap to recharge before doing homework.
Otherwise, his efficiency will be slow, and he'll make mistakes easily.
To ensure accuracy, he must sleep!
This is an irresistible factor!
Thinking this, he hugged his pillow and closed his eyes.
Just as he was drifting off, he vaguely heard a murmuring reading voice.
A light spring rain moistens the sky like cream, the grass color is faint from afar, but invisible up close.
A straw cloak, a bamboo hat, a small boat, a foot of line, an inch of hook.
The movement of the sun and moon is as if it comes from within; the stars are brilliant as if they come from its depths.
Zhang Zihang irritably covered his ears. The voice went on and on, never stopping.
It was like chanting a spell.
Even more terrifyingly, the latter parts of the poems actually appeared in his mind.
He was reciting ancient poems!
His mind was becoming clearer and clearer.
How could he possibly sleep like this!!!
Zhang Zihang rolled over and sat up, wanting to curse.
And also see which scoundrel was reading aloud so early in the morning.
Don't they know it's summer vacation?!
Can't a person get a good lazy sleep?!
As soon as he sat up, he suddenly realized.
Something was wrong!
His parents had gone to work, and he was the only one at home.
So,
Who was reading?
What beautiful poems! What beautiful poems! These are all rare and excellent poems!
The voice reappeared, praising repeatedly.
Zhang Zihang looked sharply and saw someone wearing a hat on his head.
Dressed in a blue robe, looking like a scholar, standing in front of the desk.
He was holding his Chinese textbook, swaying his head, and reading with great interest.
Zhang Zihang was so scared that he leaned against the wall behind him, his eyes wide.
Who are you! Why are you holding my Chinese textbook!
The scholar heard him, turned around.
He put down the Chinese textbook, cupped his hands towards him, and said, "Forgive my intrusion."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared from the room.
A ghost, it's a ghost!
Zhang Zihang's lips trembled, and he scrambled out of the bedroom.
Ghost ahhhhhhh!
Trembling, he locked the bedroom door from the outside.
Then he used the landline to call his mom.
Mom! Mom! There's a ghost in the house! Come save me quickly!
What ghost? I think it's the lazy ghost possessing you! Even if there's a ghost, you still have to finish your homework!
A shout came from the other end of the phone, and the call was hung up.
Listening to the beeping sound from the phone, Zhang Zihang felt like retribution had arrived.
This was retribution for always tricking his mom into not doing homework.
He sat on the floor, holding a stick in his hand.
He stared at the bedroom door in terror.
His heart pounded.
Why,
Why do dead people still have to study?
Someone save this child!
As the Ghost Festival approached, many people began to see ghostly figures.
Some people got up in the middle of the night and, while passing by a mirror,
Saw something flash by inside.
When they looked again, there was nothing there.
The mirror still showed their handsome selves.
Did I see wrong?
Zhou Wu remembered something he saw online about a way to test if there's a ghost in the house.
He decided to try it.
He stood in front of the mirror, nervously rubbing his hands.
Then he started playing rock-paper-scissors against the mirror.
He played three times in a row.
Each time, he threw paper.
And the reflection in the mirror also showed paper.
Seeing this, Zhou Wu breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as he was about to go to the restroom again,
He noticed the figure in the mirror suddenly shake.
Then,
The paper in the mirror slowly turned into scissors.
!!!
Zhou Wu's eyes widened.
He looked at his paper, then at the scissors his reflection was showing.
Suddenly, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
Someone also posted on the "Looking for Ancestors" forum.
Saying that while enjoying the breeze on the balcony at night, they saw a celestial fox.
Because he had a lot on his mind recently, he went to the balcony to get some air and smoke a cigarette.
As he was contemplating life and pondering the three great philosophical questions.
Gazing at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.
He was feeling a bit melancholic.
But with this glance, all his melancholy was thrown to the back of his mind.
He saw a sedan chair in the sky, moving forward under the moonlight.
And the ones carrying the sedan chair were actually foxes with pointed ears and fluffy tails?!
Four foxes stood, each carrying a corner of the sedan chair, leaping through the air.
With every leap, they covered a considerable distance.
As the night breeze blew, the curtains fluttered.
He could vaguely see a slender figure sitting inside the sedan chair.
By the time he came back to his senses and wanted to take a photo,
The foxes had already carried the sedan chair far away, disappearing into the mist.
There are many such posts on the "Looking for Ancestors" forum.
Like walking alone on an deserted road, only to hear someone speaking beside you.
Or waking up to find your shoes are not in their original position.
Some even said they dreamed of a "five-fingered girl" who turned into a human form and spent the night with them.
And that she would come to accompany him again in the future.
The post was instantly followed by over a dozen replies.
Brother, good luck! (hands clasped)
Holy crap, is that true? Can you introduce me!
Brother, you need some Shenbao Pills.
Besides these posts,
Many people were also discussing how their ancestors would celebrate the Ghost Festival.
Would they walk with a swagger, wearing colorful clothes and big jackets?
Just thinking about that scene
Made him burst out laughing.
Amidst the various discussions and speculations of the viewers,
Finally, the Ghost Festival arrived.
There was still an hour until midnight.
A large wave of excited viewers who couldn't sleep had already flooded the live stream.
Each of them, whether lying down, propped up, or sitting,
In the darkness, holding their phones with both hands, their adrenaline soaring.
Sleeping is impossible.
You can skip going out, but you absolutely cannot miss the streamer's live broadcast!
The small stools are ready, gather here if you want to get some melon seeds!
Came here by reputation to see how the underworld celebrates festivals.
Honestly, I'm here to see if the ancestors will walk around wearing colorful clothes (dog head)
The divine artist is ready, prepared to draw at any moment!
Big White Rabbit Milk tipped the streamer a plane!
Heart Soaring tipped the streamer
Under the expectant gaze of the viewers,
The live stream started half an hour before midnight.
Appearing on the screen were rows of perfectly aligned ghost messengers.