"Run!"
I noticed that Lao Dao had stopped moving, and I felt a bit disappointed in him.
Old Dao still made no move.
"Brother Chen! I want to run, but I can't!"
Old Dao's voice was trembling with sobs; I guessed he really couldn't move anymore.
After thinking for a moment, I remembered that I still had a talisman left by Old Dao with his blood on me, so without saying a word, I threw it in.
And believe it or not, these things went directly into the diary.
"Thanks to my brother Chen for the talisman!"
Old Dao was so moved that he could move his body again and stuck the talisman on the back. I could feel the diary was about to explode.
The figure behind Lao Dao was blown away!
"Wow, Brother Chen, this talisman is awesome!"
Old Dao shouted.
"Brother Chen, is this red or black?"
Old Dao asked me.
"It's blue! Old Dao, I understand now. Red represents good things because it represents a red pen!"
These are the teacher's comments! They serve as guidance for the children!
The blue stuff is the ink we just threw in; it's probably meant to mark evil thoughts!
As for the black things, they belong to the child; they could be good or bad, and require active guidance!
I finished saying all of this in one breath.
After hearing what I said, Lao Dao looked completely bewildered.
"Okay, Brother Chen, I believe you!"
Old Dao nodded again; I could see his bewildered face in the diary.
Just then, a familiar person appeared in the diary's illustrations—
Old Cao.
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