Something happened to my dad

As a journalism student, I have watched this kind of news on my mobile phone, but it is the first time I have experienced it myself.

A large truck driving across the road fell off the tires and rolled and jumped past the isolation belt.

I screamed and pounced on Song Wei. Did the big tire hit the middle-aged woman's back? She was knocked away and fainted on the road.

Song Wei and I looked at each other. This was a stroke of great success. Can God not even stand it?

The weight and momentum of large tires are amazing. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, many people would probably not believe that a tire could knock people away and faint.

I suddenly saw the ring on my hand turning slightly red.

Many people around were helping to call, so I hurriedly pulled Song Wei away from the crowd.

My heart was beating wildly. Others might regard this as an accident, but I know it wasn't-my ring just now. Was this made by that ugly ghost and husband?

How could it be that a large truck passed by, a tire fell off, and that happened to knock out the middle-aged woman with her teeth and claws.

"Hey, Xiao Qiao, what are you?" Song Wei saw the famous seal hanging around my neck revealing it.

"It's just an ornament." I lied.

I have no friends at school, so Song Wei can get along with me. If she knew that my family was with ghosts all day long, she would probably faint.

"Hmm?" She pinched Xiaoyuzhang and glanced at the bottom, frowned and said, "What Taibei Emperor? Hey, no, you should read this way: Beitai... Emperor?"

I was shocked all over. Bai Wuchang once said that I was ungrateful and mentioned, "We emperor have no patience." This emperor refers to the ugly ghost husband?

"How do you recognize these words?" I asked.

"My father is a folk calligrapher who teaches calligraphy in the senior citizen university." Song Wei said proudly: "There are no calligraphy in this world that I don't know."

Bei Tai Emperor, Bei Tai Emperor, I seem to have seen these words somewhere.

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When I returned to my shop, my brother was arguing with a man impatiently. I saw the man put something wrapped in oil paper on the counter. My brother pushed it out and he insisted on stuffing it in.

"Everyone said I won't accept these broken things!" My brother shouted impatiently.

"You, how could you not accept it? Your father asked me to deliver it. I left my hometown before dawn. Why did you say you would not accept it?" The man spoke in dialect.

During their dispute, I saw a corner of the oiled paper leaking, inside which was a pair of women's embroidered shoes, painted dragons, golden phoenixes, and decorated with pearls.

This kind of thing looks like it is older, and only old craftsmen can make such exquisite and gorgeous clothes.

But I was inexplicably disgusted, feeling that like the dark red wedding dress my dad took out that day, there was a choking smell of dust.

Thinking of the blood-red faces on my dad, these wedding clothes and embroidered shoes, should have been collected when the face occupied my dad's body.

"My dad is back in the countryside, please wait for him to come back." My brother pushed him and forced him out.

"Dad is going back to find my great-grandfather?" I asked.

"Well, I said I'll send him back. He doesn't worry about you. I'll let me stay here to see the store and take care of you by the way. Hey, go and cook, Xiao Qiao."

...Who is taking care of who this guy!

While I was rolling up my sleeves to cook, my brother sniffed to the kitchen door and said, "It smells so good, it's a pity that your ghost husband has no good fortune."

"Don't bother me here, go and call me and ask if I'm back to the old house."

Now the transportation is so convenient. It takes three hours to get to our hometown county town by long-distance bus, and then take a private van and return to the old house.

When I brought the food into the house, my brother was walking around the house with his cell phone.

"Grass!" He suddenly cursed.

I was startled and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Dad's cell phone can't be connected. I called back to the old house. My family said they didn't go back!" My brother gritted his teeth and called again.

The phone kept ringing, but no one answered.

Although my dad is a bit old and naughty, he never jokes about his safety.

"Ding." My phone rang out the acceptance of WeChat.

I took it out and saw that it was my dad who sent it! He sent a position.

My brother called him immediately, and I pressed the voice to ask where he was and answered quickly.

But he still didn't answer.

My brother and I realized something was wrong. My brother put on his jacket, carried a black backpack from his room and ran away.

"I'll go too!" I chased him to the garage and got into the co-pilot despite his opposition.

"Dad, if you know I will take you there, I will definitely scold me to death!" My brother started the car anxiously.

"I'll be worried about being terrified at home, let me go with you." My hands shaking with my seat belt.

My brother didn't say anything, and he stepped on the accelerator to the place where my dad was positioning.

That location is next to the expressway more than 100 kilometers away, which is completely different from our hometown. How could my dad come here?!

"Brother, I suspect..." My scalp tingled: "Did my dad be controlled by that grimace? We can't see him when he is normal, but when the grimace appears on his back-"

"Don't be afraid, my dad won't resist without any resistance. Let's go to the nearby area first and then talk about it."

More than 100 kilometers, my brother arrived soon after he ignored the ticket. Parts were scattered here, and a bus was rotten from a distance into a pile of scrap iron.

When the traffic police left behind the scene saw us, they immediately said, "Family, are you? The injured person sent to the nearest health center. Hurry up and take a look."

He pointed a direction and told us to get off the highway from the front. Following his guidance, we arrived at a town hospital.

The hospital is very small and broken, and it is already crowded with people. A nurse is so busy that she is dizzy and yells at anyone who speaks.

"May I ask-" I just spoke.

She shouted: "The seriously injured person is on the second floor, the slightly injured hall is sitting, the dead morgue on the ground floor! Go and find it yourself!"

Seeing that she was so busy, my brother and I looked at each other and we started looking for each other.

I looked around the hall for a few minor injuries, but I didn't see my dad. I didn't give up. Every department went to see it, but no.

My brother came down from the second floor with a gloomy face: "No."

The nurse shouted: If not, go to the underground floor to take a look!

We walked to the stairs reluctantly. The stairs leading to the underground floor looked old and black, and I really didn't want to walk down.

I was afraid to see my dad on the underground floor.

My brother studied medicine and went to the freezer to see the body, so he patted me on the shoulder: "I'm afraid I'll wait here, so I'll go down and take a look."

I nodded, he went down quickly, and when I heard him talking to someone, I felt a little relaxed.
Chapter completed!