The most embarrassing thing in the world is not having someone see through your lie, but knowing that the other person is lying but not being able to show it.
This is the current situation of the fool.
The fool looked at Aunt Ping, opened his mouth, closed it, opened his mouth again, and said, "By the way, Aunt Ping, I have to go to school tomorrow."
"Ah?" Aunt Ping looked surprised, "You want to go to school?"
The fool's expression was incomprehensible, "Yes, I...I have to apply for withdrawal from school, and there are still some things in the school..."
Isn't this a natural thing?
"School..." Aunt Ping narrowed her eyes and began to think, "In that case..."
"Is there anything in the school?" The fool looked at Aunt Ping and asked.
"Oh, no, it's nothing," Aunt Ping raised her head as if waking up from a dream and said, "Then let your uncle see you off tomorrow."
"No need..."
"It doesn't matter," Aunt Ping said with a hint of decisiveness in her tone, "Let him see you off."
The fool opened his mouth half-open, and nodded in compromise under Aunt Ping's almost commanding gaze.
"Okay, then it's okay," Aunt Ping turned and walked out the door absentmindedly, "Auntie is gone..."
"etc!"
Hearing the fool's voice, Aunt Ping turned her head in response, her eyes flashing with uneasiness, "What's wrong?"
"I..." The fool was startled by Aunt Ping's reaction, "I want to ask about Xiaojia. Is Xiaojia okay?"
"Xiaojia? Oh, Xiaojia..." Aunt Ping obviously breathed a sigh of relief, "Xiaojia is fine, you don't have to worry."
"Xiao Jia said she encountered a ghost, what happened?" The fool asked, "Is there some boring person playing a prank?"
"No," Aunt Ping slowly entered the corridor. She turned her head and looked at the other end of the corridor, "We will protect Xiaojia."
Her voice was soft and ethereal, and it sounded as if the target of these words was not a fool, but herself.
"Well..." The fool didn't know what was going on, "Okay then."
"Zishan," Aunt Ping's eyes fell back on the fool again, her eyes bright, "You must also protect yourself."
Although the fool didn't understand the connotation behind Aunt Ping's words, he still pursed his lips obediently and said, "I will."
"We all know," Aunt Ping said, "you are innocent."
The fool was startled.
Finally, they mentioned this matter. This is a topic that they all want to avoid, but often the more they want to avoid a topic, the more difficult it is to avoid it.
You idiot, you killed someone after all.
"I..." The fool lowered his head, "I actually..."
"We know," Aunt Ping interrupted the fool, "Zishan, everything you did was right."
The fool quickly raised his head and looked at Aunt Ping's face in astonishment.
"Don't feel regret or blame yourself, I don't want you to do that," Aunt Ping said, "You should be proud because you did the right thing. Not everyone has the opportunity to do the right thing..."
The fool froze on the spot, unable to say a word.
"Okay..." Aunt Ping's tense shoulders relaxed a little. She tilted her head and said with a gentle smile, "Auntie is gone, you can clean up yourself."
It was as if the sonorous and powerful words just now did not come from her mouth.
"Ah...ok..."
While the fool was stunned, Aunt Ping gently closed his door and left.
Aunt Ping must know something and must be planning something.
Xiaolan wanted to follow Aunt Ping out for a look, but this little spider seemed to have taken root in the fool's corner and had no intention of leaving.
So Xiaolan could only watch the fool pack his luggage all night.
The luggage space was limited, and the fool was not prepared to take too many things with him, but he still reluctantly rubbed the surface of all the items with his hands, as if he could carve everything here into his mind through his fingertips.
Early the next morning, there was a knock on the fool's door.
Opening the door, the person standing outside the door was Aunt Ping's husband.
"Zishan, have you packed up?" The man's smile was a little stiff, "I'll drive you to school."
"drive?"
"Yes," the man said, "Breakfast is ready, let's go out to eat."
"Well..." The fool kicked on his slippers and followed the man out of the room.
At this time, Xiaolan was lying quietly behind the fool's trouser legs, observing secretly.
The fool seemed surprised that the man drove him.
Speaking of which... Xiaolan didn't seem to see the car in this big yard.
Sure enough, when the two were changing shoes at the door, the fool still asked, "Uncle, did you buy a car?"
"I didn't buy it," the man said with a simple smile, "I rented a car."
"Uncle, you don't have to...it's too much trouble," the fool said anxiously, "Actually, I can just go there by myself."
The man didn't look at him, but patted his shoulder twice, "Listen to your Aunt Ping."
"Aunt Ping wants to rent a car?" the fool asked in confusion, "Why?"
The two of them had already reached the door of another house. The man opened the door and walked in. He stood at the entrance and turned to smile at the fool, pretending that he had not heard the question that the fool had just asked, "Let's eat."
The fool was confused, and so was Xiaolan.
After dinner, the fool went out first. He walked out of the big iron gate outside the orphanage and saw a car parked on the path outside the gate.
He frowned in confusion, turned around, and saw the man running over.
Behind his back, he also carried a large schoolbag.
"Uncle, you still have your bag?" The fool opened the door and got in the passenger seat.
"Yes," the man said, "I have something to do later."
"Do you want to go directly to work?"
"Uh... yes," the man said, "I will go to work after seeing you off."
"Let me help you carry your bag." The fool stretched out his hand.
"No need," the man sat on the driver's seat, with the backpack still hanging on his back. The man looked straight ahead and said, "It's not heavy."
"But……"
"Fasten your seat belt, we're leaving."
The fool retracted his hand angrily, and when he turned to fasten his seat belt, he saw Aunt Ping standing at the door, looking at them with worry.
What is she worried about?
The car sped away, leaving behind the orphanage and Aunt Ping standing at the door.
Xiaolan curled up next to the fool's trouser legs, looking through the gap at the bag behind the man.
The thing inside isn't big, but it shouldn't be small either. Judging from the height... it's about as high as a forearm.
Hiss——
Xiaolan suddenly thought - could it be that painting inside?
According to Aunt Ping, this painting can protect them and ensure that evil spirits will not attack them in the orphanage, but once the fool steps out of the orphanage... the future will be unknown.
That's why Aunt Ping asked her husband to take the painting with him to school.
But……
What about the other people in the orphanage?
Although the perverted target was a fool, he had attacked Xiao Jia after all. He might take advantage of Hua's absence to attack other people in the orphanage...
Xiaolan suddenly realized.
No wonder Aunt Ping's expression was so stiff at that time. It turned out that she was planning to take a risk.
Using a painting to protect a fool means temporarily putting others in danger.
And the fool involved still knows nothing about all this.
Now they can only hope that the pervert will follow them instead of staying in the orphanage.
The car quickly arrived at the school. It was still very early. Students had just begun to enter the school gate one after another. The man parked the car at the school gate, carried his backpack, got out of the car, and walked towards the school gate with the fool.
go.
"Uncle, do you want to send me to school?" The fool blinked and asked.
"I've said hello to your class teacher," the man nodded, "Let's go, I'll help you get things, you can't get them yourself, right?"
"I... okay then."
The powerful fool accepted the man's help, and the two of them walked towards the teaching building together.
All processes went smoothly.
There was no one in the class. The fool's desk was empty. Everything was received in the head teacher's office. The head teacher looked at the fool and didn't know what to say. He just gave him a few simple instructions and handed him his books.
into his hands.
The fool and the man each carried a box of books and walked towards the door of the teaching building.
There was more traffic at the door. People passing by looked at the two fools and just regarded them as ordinary students and their parents. They glanced at them for a few times and passed by.
Just when the two were about to reach the door, suddenly, a scream came from upstairs.
The fool raised his head and followed the sound of the scream.
His eyes suddenly widened.
A black object was falling rapidly from upstairs.
"careful!"
The man reacted quickly, immediately dropped the box in his hand, and knocked the fool aside hard. Because of the excessive force, both of them fell to the ground, and the books were scattered on the ground. Half a second later, there was a loud bang, and the black
The object hit the fool hard where he originally stood.
After landing, the black object rolled slowly for a while and stopped.
The people around him were all too scared to move.
That's a shot put.
"Zishan, are you okay?" The man helped the fool up.
"I'm fine..." The fool stood up blankly, looked blankly at the shot put, then looked upstairs, "This is..."
Some of the students watching on the side stepped forward to help clean up the books scattered on the floor, while others pointed at the stairs upstairs in shock.
"Who is it? Why are you so careless..."
"Why play shot put indoors..."
"The shot put can still miss, so stupid... How dangerous this is... It scares me to death..."
"How strange..." The fool muttered while picking up books, "Is it really possible that someone would throw a shot put in the teaching building?"
"let's go."
The man hurriedly picked up the box of books, and without even having time to thank the others, he took the fool and walked out the door.
"Oh... ok, let's go," the fool said, following the man, "but I still feel weird."
"There are many strange things," the man said, "and there are many strange people."
"The physical education room is obviously not in the teaching building, and the teacher will not allow students to bring exercise equipment back to the classroom. How could it be..."
"It should be that the students were disobedient and took it back to the classroom privately." The man hurriedly walked.
"But……"
Before the idiot finished speaking, suddenly, a red object flashed in front of him, flopped, and fell into the cardboard box in his arms.
They both looked down at the same time.
At the same time, he showed an unbearable expression.
It was a dead pigeon.
"Pigeon..." The fool put the carton on the ground, reached out to pick up the pigeon, and then looked up at the sky, "What's going on?"
The man also looked at the sky with a pale face.
The weather today is very good, the sky is blue and cloudless, and a few gray birds fly across the sky from time to time, which are the pigeons raised in the school.
The dead pigeon was bloody and bloody, leaving stains of blood on the fool's book. The fool looked at the pigeon's body and sighed, "It looks like it was attacked by the same kind."
"It should be," the man said with a pale face, "Let's leave quickly."
"Should we bury it?" the fool burst out with compassion, "or take it back?"
"Let's... take it back then," the man picked up the dove's damaged wings with one hand and put it into the box in front of him, "Let's go."
The man understood, and so did Xiaolan.
All this shows that that person is by their side.
Fortunately, the man brought the painting with him, so the pervert could not get close to the two of them, so he could only use some means from a distance.
Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief quietly.
This at least proves that other people in the orphanage are safe.
The fool followed the man towards the school gate. The man's pace became faster and faster. Finally, the two of them almost jogged and got into the car. After getting in the car, the man breathed a deep sigh of relief.
The fool looked at the man suspiciously, but didn't ask anything.
The two returned to the orphanage, and Aunt Ping was still standing there. The moment she saw the two of them, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She looked at the cardboard box they were holding in their arms. When she saw the dead pigeon, Aunt Ping's pupils trembled violently.
"Is nothing wrong?"
"No," the fool said, "it's just that a man threw a shot put in the teaching building and almost hit me. Then a dead bird fell from the sky. We felt sorry for him and brought it back."
The fool narrated these things naturally, as if by narrating them in this tone, these things would become ordinary and natural.
"Is there anything else?" Aunt Ping looked at the man.
Sweat broke out on the man's forehead. He quickly walked into the door of the orphanage and said, "No more. Where is the house?"
"Nothing happened at home."
"That's good..." The man put the carton on the windowsill and wiped his sweat with his hand, "That's great."
The fool looked at the two of them, silently picked up the bird, and walked to the backyard. There was an old tree in the backyard, and he wanted to bury the bird under the tree.
Xiaolan had climbed from the fool's trousers to the hem of his clothes. She was lying next to the fool's pocket, watching every move of the fool.
The fool put the pigeon's body on the ground. He looked at the bloody corpse and suddenly smiled.
"You can fly, but you still can't escape..." The fool's eyes were full of desolation, "What will happen to me?"