Chapter 2 second quarter

I slumped on the chair like a deflated ball. Who on earth is it? Is it really a ghost? No, I am a student of the natural group, physics and chemistry have scared me out of shape, If you want to scare people, you should find students from the social group. My horoscope is a bit light but not too light, and I have done nothing wrong. My grades generally do not cause peer pressure, I never cheat on exams, I salute my teachers when I see them, I write my homework by myself, and often ask my classmates to copy homework and even ask him if he is tired of copying. A high school student like me could erect a bronze statue.

When a ghost encounters me, it should be moved to tears, not scare me. I thought about it all day long, and I didn't write a word of the manuscript. When school was over, I originally wanted to write on a note: "May I ask what grievances you have?" But after thinking about it, I gave up. In case he says his ashes are buried under the school clock tower and will be dug out at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, Am I asking for trouble then? Forget it, it's safer to empty the paper balls in the drawer. And I also dipped some water with a rag and wiped the inside of the drawer clean.

While wiping the drawer with a rag, it occurred to me: If the ghost is Christian, maybe I can go to church and get some holy water to sprinkle in the drawer; If he believes in Taoism, then I can only ask someone to draw amulets. Early the next morning, with an uneasy heart, I walked into the classroom and sat down. First take a deep breath to try to calm down, and then look down into the drawer. Then I sighed. Because the note appeared again. "You've finally learned how to be good, good and good. But your book is still taking up my space. " Good and good? Could it be that he believed in Buddhism?

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva. Walk the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time. See that all five aggregates are empty. Overcome all hardships. relic.Color is empty.Empty is not different.Form is emptiness.Emptiness is form..." I copied it on a slip of paper. "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra? Not strong enough!I am fierce. " A person who knows current affairs is a hero. After school, I put the four books in the drawer into my schoolbag and took them home. In short, tonight is writing a manuscript and swearing while feeling a little fear and feeling helpless. I thought that I would be like the anti-Japanese fighters captured by the Japanese army, not only able to endure any torture,

Will also find time to spit on the Japanese. Unexpectedly, when he didn't know whether the other party was really a ghost, he flinched. What a loser. "It's good to be afraid, and finally get out of trouble. In the future, the drawers should be kept clean and not messed up again. Be a civic-minded high school student, not a spoiled brat. " Am I like a spoiled child? Obediently admit defeat and be entertained, I really can't swallow this breath. After school, I went to the nearby Chenghuang Temple and took a copy of "The Great Compassion Mantra". Eat vegetarian for dinner, take a careful bath after the meal, and then go back to the desk and sit upright.

South no.Drink Radana.Duo Luo Ye Ye.South no.Ah Yeh.Polu Jiedi.Shuo Bo La Ye... I copied the full text of the 415-character "Great Compassion Mantra" on paper with a brush. If the note doesn't appear anymore then forget it; If there is another note, I have to ask Guanshiyin Bodhisattva to make the decision. "Hey, you are very good today, the drawer is clean. Please have a candy. " In addition to the note, there is really a piece of candy. I don't dare to eat that candy, maybe it's just my hallucination, It is actually not sugar but ingot candles or ghost paper.

I made up my mind and put the piece of paper on which the "Great Compassion Mantra" was copied, and put it in the drawer. The four corners of the paper are also pasted with scotch tape. "Your calligraphy is good, I accept this gift. In order to repay, I will tell you a joke. Last year, my mother had surgery, and I was very worried because my mother was very afraid of pain, and it was very painful after the operation. I went to see my mother after the operation, and I saw her expression was calm, talking and laughing.I'm curious, Asked: "Mom, don't you feel pain?" She replied: "No. Someone told me to recite the Great Compassion Mantra

It was very effective, so I recited the Great Compassion Mantra three times, and I really got rid of suffering and found happiness. " I became more curious, and asked again: "But Mom, you don't know how to recite the Great Compassion Mantra." "I will. I will recite the Great Compassion Mantra, the Great Compassion Mantra, and the Great Compassion Mantra three times." ps. Is this a joke? " What does this note mean?Is it a cold joke of the Great Compassion Curse? About the cold joke about the Great Compassion Curse, I only heard that if you want to turn a small cup of soy milk into a big cup,

Just recite the Great Compassion Mantra. But the point is not how many stars this cold joke has, but why he said this. My sense of fear disappeared inexplicably, leaving only doubts. He shouldn't be a ghost, so who is he?And why do you always leave messages in my drawer? I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't have a clue, so I simply gave up. Since it is not a ghost, there is nothing to be afraid of, and I put the four books in the drawer again. When school is over, as usual, all students have to clean the classroom briefly before leaving. I was cleaning the windows today, the easiest job and usually the first to finish.

I returned to my seat after cleaning the windows, picked up my schoolbag and prepared to go home. When the classmate sitting on my right took a broom and swept to my side, he said: "Hey, you still have something in your drawer." I froze for a moment, then grabbed his neck and called out, "So it's you!" He was startled, and the broom fell to the ground with a crisp sound. After struggling to break free, he glared at me and said, "What are you doing!" "Why are you scaring me?" "I scared you?" He looked blank. The chicken and the duck talked for a while, and I realized that he was just reminding me kindly, lest I forget to bring the book home.

"And there are make-up students coming to class at night, so it's not good to put the books in the drawer." He said. "Replacement students?" I was surprised. "Yeah." He glanced at me, "Don't you know?" "I don't know!" I almost cried out. "You're so stupid that you don't even know that." After he finished speaking, he ignored me and continued to sweep his floor. How do I know there are make-up students in our school? This thing will not be tested in the exam! It turned out to be just a supplementary school student who shared the same table and chair with me, not a ghost at all. He's right, I'm so stupid. The mystery that has plagued me for a long time was finally solved, and my mood suddenly became lighter. Ever since my Chinese teacher forced me to write essays, I no longer know what happiness is. The sudden burst of happiness made me laugh all the time. So I went back to my seat, took out a piece of paper, and planned to write a joke for him who was studying for extra school. "I'll tell you a joke too. There was a client who was working with a prostitute, and the prostitute didn't say a word. The customer complained: "I'm not happy with you being so quiet, don't you know how to call Chun?" The prostitute replied: "Of course I will call Chun." The customer said: "Then call me a few times to listen." So the prostitute called: "Spring, spring, spring..." ps. This joke is similar to yours, right? " When I was reading at the desk at night, I occasionally laughed out of nowhere. I also sing, and it's in English. "Sayonara...Japanese goodbye...whispersayonara... smiling and don't you cry..." I don't know why, but I keep humming the theme song of the movie "Sakura Love". The next morning, I walked into the classroom expecting to see the note. What would he write about? Maybe because the jokes I wrote are very funny, maybe he wants to marry Jinlan with me. "Low! Boring! Perverted! Also, why did you put the book in the drawer again, it's annoying! " ah? How could this be? This is a bad joke with five stars, and it's still yellow. Any healthy high school boy should be moved to tears at the joke. Could it be that "he" is a girl? I always thought he was a boy, because our school is a boys' school, and there are no female students. Even the stray dogs on campus are male. Does the make-up school accept female students? I hesitated for a while, and wrote on today's note: "Excuse me, allow me to ask you a deep question. Are you female? " "Nonsense. I'm a kind-hearted, fresh and refined school girl. But you are a low-level and boring high school boy who has no public morality! " I was a little at a loss, after all, I have been in the monk school for a long time, and I have no experience in dealing with female students. I had no choice but to write in a very polite tone: "I'm sorry. I took the book home. I always thought that this drawer was only used by me, and I didn't mean to take up your space. Please forgive my inadvertent mistake. " "As the saying goes: Ten years of cultivation can make you cross the same boat. If you want to repair to share a drawer, it will take about ten months. So wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes, I forgive you. " Wipe away tears, inexplicable. But she is willing to forgive me, which shows that she is not a stingy girl. As long as it's not a stingy girl, it's easy to talk. "Why did you pretend to be a ghost to scare me before?" "Because you're stupid. It's you who think I'm a ghost." "Then you can still tell me that you are actually just a make-up student." "Who told you not to tidy up the drawers, you deserve to be scared." "I'm sorry, I have difficulties. I want to write a 10,000-word composition." "What kind of composition?" "On filial piety or talking about filial piety, there is a competition." "Are you good at writing?" "No. I was framed." "So you are a good person." "Why do you say that?" "Only good people get framed." Such a conversation takes only a minute in person, But in the time and space in the drawer, it takes six days.