Scum Male’s Whitewashing Manual

"What are you talking about! Are you crazy?"

Bai Yumu braced, shaking his voice, trying to explain all this. "The man who just found it, is it right?"

"This dog!! Where did you find it? Is it Zhaoxi to let you come, is it!!"

His voice almost reached the point where the sound broke. Wei Mingyan did not hear it. He groaned on his body and discovered something after he knew it.

"The turtle shell, followed the robes."

I lost my robes and only looked at the handsome man in the middle of the shirt for two seconds. "It doesn't matter, I can count the air."

"I don't want to pay for it."

"Maniac, you are a madman!!!"

Bai Yumu was red-eyed, and he was flustered and found a direction to run.

He only has one idea now, that is to avoid this madman, must avoid it! !

As for why he should hide, Bai Yumu will not admit his guilty conscience, and will not admit that he is afraid. He just ran forward and ran...

"Wang Wang Wang Wang!!!"

The yellow dog swayed his tail with some uneasiness, looked at the figure that disappeared quickly in front, and moved under his feet, as if he wanted to catch up.

"Don't worry."

The long, slender hand fell on his head. "Come, I will show you a fun."

The crutches drew a circle on the ground, and the half traces did not remain. The yellow dog was excited to scream twice in the circle and then squatted on the side of Wei Mingyan.

"The circle is inside, is it amazing?"

Wei Mingyan laughed and got up and walked with the yellow dog.

***

Bai Yumu’s brain is blank, only knowing that he wants to run away quickly. As for where to go, how to go, there is no time to think.

I don't know how long it took to run. His tired legs trembled. It was really impossible. He had to stop and rest.

After a few breaths, Bai Yumu looked back and looked back. On the long road, there was no man.

He breathed in a hurry, his face showing a mocking smile.

Sure enough, it’s just a guy who is pretending to be a ghost.

He didn't believe that there would be ghosts in the world, and there was no such thing.

Seeing that I got rid of the man who didn't know what the situation was, Bai Yumu took a break and breathed evenly, and then slowly straightened up.

He is not suitable for going out tonight, he is still rushing back to school.

Just stepping out of the foot, the surrounding road seems to be suddenly pulled away, the earthquake-like picture makes Bai Yumu frightened back, but no matter how to retreat, the road is still gone.

--Snapped! !

The sound of the broken bowl sounded like a snarling thunder, and it suddenly hit the mind of Bai Yumu.

"Little wood, small wood..."

Someone is calling his name, this voice, weak, powerless, full of sickness.

"No, impossible..."

Bai Yumu’s eyes are wide and his face is incredible. “Impossible, impossible...”

In front of it, the empty road is no longer a narrow and dilapidated environment. Even if he just stood there, he felt wronged.

A woman walked out hard against the wall. She shouted the name of her son. She saw that she had no shadow of her son. She had to sit down, tremble, and took a sip of water.

The chapped lips got the moisture of the water but it was still so dry. The woman carefully took the wool on the table and slowed it down, but carefully and carefully wore the sweater.

Bai Yumu recognized it. It was the one he used to wear. He was too disgusted by him. It was too earthy. He was thrown at the tomb before the woman was buried.

He wants to leave here and leave this ghost place. Bai Yumu even suspects that he is dreaming, otherwise why he can't walk out of this narrow house.

When Bai Yumu became a little bit violent, the woman was still sitting still in the same place.

The woman has been knitting a sweater. Her body is too weak. It is just that such a simple movement is very difficult, so she has to move more slowly. Just sitting in the afternoon, I have done a small half.

She stood up and put the sweater on the table, and stood up again.

After a while, she returned, holding a cold steamed bun in her hand and eating it bit by bit.

After eating a steamed bun, even if she had eaten a meal, she picked up the sweater again, slowly and carefully weaving.

"What?? Ah?? Let me see what?? What's so good?"

"Do you think I will be jealous!! No, I tell you, there is no ghost in the world, there is no!!!"

Wei Mingyan took a cane and stood behind the woman. His eyes looked plain and white, as if he were looking at an object, not a living person.

"A person will have a conscience when he grows up with a child."

In the eyes of Bai Yumu's blood red, he said faintly, "No one is exceptional."

"So? What do you want to say?"

"Just want to say, conscience, only you can lose."

Junmei said that he smiled and said, "Only you can find it yourself."

"Here, isn't that where you discard your conscience? The first time."

"This time is not right, I am sorry, I did this kind of thing for the first time, not very skilled."

The crutches were heavy and there was a coughing sound from the white fungus.

"Cough... Xiaomu, Xiaomu... help my mother pour water, my mother is thirsty..."

"Cough, cough, small wood..."

The door was pushed open, and the young man between the teenager and the youth rushed in.

"Can you not bother me, I am busy!"

The woman on the bed was even difficult to move. She looked at her child with sorrow in her eyes. "I am a little thirsty..."

"If you want to drink water, you won't fall on your own! Noisy people!"

The young version of Bai Yumu smashed the door and continued to play the game outside. The rain outside was loud, the rain was slamming, the narrow house was pitted, the roof was still leaking, and he irritated his legs. Concentrated on the game.

Bai Yumu stood stiffly in the house, watching the pale-skinned woman hold her body and try to sit up. She slowly and slowly got out of bed.

She didn't want to bother her child. Although he was a child when she was a child, she was holding her **** in the middle of the night, and she was careful to care for him to grow up.

The woman has been ill for too long, and she has supported her body to do a living and raise the white wood. It has been so badly ill, and now she can't even get out of bed.

The soft feet landed, she took a step, her feet were soft, and her face fell to the ground.

"Oh...hey..."

There was a big pit on the ground of the pothole, and there was just a leak on it. There was water, and the woman fell on it. The face was pressed down, and I wanted to struggle, but my hands were not working.

She struggled desperately, desperately trying to get up, and slammed the ground with her foot.

"Noisy!!"

The door opened and her son stood outside the door.

The delicate face, after a moment of shock, turned into a gloomy.

His hands clasped the wooden floor, and his face didn't know what he was thinking. He looked at his mother's struggles and his face was buried in the sewage.

Bai Yumu knows what he is thinking.

This woman is useless. She can no longer raise him like she used to, give him money and cook for him.

She lay in bed, couldn't make a penny, and let him wait.

If she dies, he will receive a subsidy, become an orphan, be justified, and lead the money.

So, he slowly closed the door.

The young white nursery was gone, and now Bai Yumu was forced to stay.

He watched as the woman on the ground stopped struggling and her legs could no longer move.

"Your conscience."

"It was thrown by yourself."

"You always say that there are no ghosts in the world, in fact, just afraid that they will come to you."

Wei Mingyan stared at the crutches, his eyes were cold, but his face was still laughing. "The debtor, I have been waiting for you."