I decided to listen to Master Xiao and go back and get some sleep first.
He was really tired during this time.
It’s the most tiring time to find a primary school student.
Physically and mentally exhausted.
The confusion and fear of not being able to find him further aggravated his physical and mental fatigue.
Later Xiao Yi came back.
On the one hand, he was a little excited.
On the other hand, he is working hard to catch up on the courses and homework he missed.
I never got a complete rest.
I was scared again today.
He touched his temples.
The feeling of constant tension on the nerves is not pleasant.
He really needs a good rest.
...
"Master Xiao, goodbye."
The boy hung up the phone.
He looked up and saw an old lady who seemed to be looking at him.
Somewhat familiar.
Although he didn't know him, he should be an old man in the community.
Out of politeness, he smiled at the old man.
...
The old man also smiled at him.
It must be a smile, right?
The old man seems to be hesitant to speak?
The young man is confused.
But his current condition is not very good.
Since the old man didn't say anything out loud, he left.
He urgently needs to get home and lie down in bed.
Then have a good sleep.
...
At night, the young man knew what the old man wanted to say to him but had not said it.
His mother told him.
The old woman thought he had been cheated.
Hearing this, the young man was in disbelief, "...Huh?"
"Grandma Zhang saw you with a man who calls himself a master."
Mother Zhao frowned.
On the way back, the old man stopped him and said these words that sounded completely unintelligible to her, and she also found them ridiculous.
"Grandma Zhang reminded us that your father and I wanted to ask you."
"Don't be fooled by some charlatan."
When saying these words, Zhao's mother's face kept looking strange.
Father Zhao's expression was almost the same as that of Mother Zhao.
"Charlatan?"
He and his mother are both school teachers, and their family can be said to be a scholarly family.
They respect traditional culture.
It's just that traditional culture is traditional culture and superstition is superstition. One is the essence and the other is the dross. They have always made a clear distinction.
Under their education, children also know their differences very well.
Besides, how can any child these days believe in superstition?
Don’t only old people believe this?
...
"Xiaoyi, what's going on?"
Father Zhao couldn't figure it out and asked his son directly.
"Why would Grandma Zhang come to tell your mother like this?"
"Are you really with-"
Father Zhao paused, "What master did you contact?"
Mother Zhao rubbed her temples and said, "Grandma Zhang also took me and told me for a long time about the master's deception."
Although it sounds scary.
but......
This is completely out of the question.
Zhao's mother said goodbye to the old man three times before the old man finally said goodbye to her reluctantly.
The smile on her face could hardly be maintained.
After all, people are saying that their children have been deceived.
To be honest, she was not very happy when she heard these words.
Your own children know it themselves.
Her child has always been obedient and sensible, and neither she nor the child's father put much thought into taking care of the child.
Her children are her greatest pride.
How could you...be cheated?
...
The young man was stunned for a while.
A look of surprise gradually appeared on his face.
Seeing this, Zhao's father and Zhao's mother looked at each other.
My heart skipped a beat.
The boy looks like this...
Is Grandma Zhang right?
...
"Xiaoyi?"
Mother Zhao put down the chopsticks in her hand.
The disapproval in my heart faded a bit.
"Have you really met a master?"
...
"......Um."
There seems to be something different?
But it’s not wrong to say that Master Xiao is a master... right?
The young man nodded.
...
Zhao's father and Zhao's mother were both stunned.
"real?"
Father Zhao couldn't help but confirm again, "Do you really know a master?"
"How do you know a master?"
...
Well......
How do you know Master Xiao...
The young man pursed his lips.
Of course he couldn't say it was because Master Xiao came to his room in the middle of the night to save the butterfly.
In a sense, what he and Master Xiao were saying was... "No fight, no acquaintance."
Although it was Xiao Yi who was fighting Master Xiao.
...
"Xiaoyi, are you hiding something from your father and me?"
Mother Zhao's expression became serious.
Father Zhao also put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked at his son seriously.
He also knows that he and the child's mother are busy with work and do not have much time to take care of the child in all aspects.
Fortunately, this child has always been sensible and doesn't need them to worry too much.
It's just that they are still adolescent children after all.
Children are in a critical period of growth, are they too neglectful?
...
The young man knew he couldn't hide it.
no way......
"I almost had a car accident a few days ago."
"What?!"
Mother Zhao exclaimed.
"When did this happen?"
"Why didn't you tell me or your father?"
"Is it serious?"
"Are you injured somewhere?"
...
Mother Zhao got up and went to the child's side.
Father Zhao also frowned tightly.
...
The young man was helpless.
"Mom, I'm fine."
"I just almost had a car accident."
"Brother Meng's driving skills are very good..."
The young man briefly explained the situation at that time.
Father Zhao and Mother Zhao asked a lot of details.
...
"You really have to thank that Brother Meng."
Mother Zhao was very grateful to the young man who had never met her face before.
Not only did they avoid the child, but in the end, the child was not even held responsible for the car accident.
Not to mention losing money.
"Lucky boy."
Mother Zhao poked the boy's forehead.
The young man smiled sheepishly.
Um.
He is very lucky.
...
"But you can't be so lucky every time."
Father Zhao made a serious face and said, "You must look at the traffic lights when crossing the road. I have taught you this since you were a child."
"No matter how rushed you are, you can't run a red light."
"How dangerous."
...
The young man lowered his head and listened to the instruction.
"Well, I know I was wrong."
"next time-"
The young man shook his head and said, "There will be no next time."
...
"It's good to know."
Seeing that the boy had a good attitude in admitting his mistake, Zhao's father softened his expression.
"Also, if such a big thing happens, don't hide it from your parents next time."
"Um."
The young man's eyebrows arched slightly.
"After all, it was a car accident, even if it was almost..."
Father Zhao thought sadly.
...
"People safe is good."
Mother Zhao looked at her son carefully again.
Then I realized something was wrong.
"But, what does this matter have to do with your meeting the master?"
The young man smiled and said, "Master Xiao is Brother Meng's friend."
"That time, Grandma Zhang should have seen Master Xiao when he sent me back."
"so......"
Is that a misunderstanding?
And during the day, the old man heard his voice on the phone, right?
The title Master Xiao indeed makes people think of the so-called charlatan.
But those quacks and sorcerers are trying to make ill-gotten gains.
