I have a mansion, a detached house, on the hill. On the day of Qingming Ming Dynasty, my family bought me all kinds of expensive cars, tobacco, alcohol, fruits, and also sent a wad of banknotes.
I often feel lonely and I am not happy at all. The houses and cars that were given to me were often snatched away by passing by outsiders. There was no way. They were usually accompanied by several people. I often comfort myself that they have not occupied your house, they are already very kind. I once asked them why so many of you can be together. A child said: Because all of us are traveling on a plane, we are of course together when we fall down. Unlike you, you are alone. of. After speaking, he made a face on me.
Yeah, I’m alone, what good is a house and money? Like the family at the foot of the mountain, a family of three, although economic conditions are average, they have a good time. Especially their son, white and fat, as cute as when I was little. I think if I am not dead, I must be happy now. Once I went down the mountain and saw that my son was playing with the reed beside the creek, I stopped curiously and wanted to ask him what he was going to do. “I’m going to make a sword. Kill, kill, kill, hey!” The child folded the reed stalk into two, still making the sound of the sword. At this time, his mother came out of the house and said, “Amu, come in and pour wine for Dad.”
The voice is so soft, I seem to be lying on a sofa. , Sleeping in the clouds, very comfortable. If I had such a mother, how happy it would be. The child looked up at his mother, answered “O” in his mouth, played with the sword in his hand, and went in. I seemed to have forgotten what I was going to do when I went down the mountain, and unconsciously followed the child into the house. Suddenly, I found something on the door, so bad. Cough, looking at the mirror, I quickly stepped back. What we ghosts fear most is the mirror.
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Back to my mansion on the mountain, it is cold and humid, and the evening breeze can traverse the north and south of the house. I took a look at the fruit and flower baskets sent to me by those living in the world a few days ago, only some empty shells were left. I just remembered that I went down the mountain to find food, but returned without looking for anything. By the way, the family under the mountain should have had dinner, why don’t I find something to eat? I have lived on the mountain for almost half a year, and then I realized that I was really stupid. Isn’t there a ready-made one?
I lit a wildfire and went all the way down the mountain. When I reached his door, I was stunned. Mirror, mirror! Fuck the mirror! I can only turn back to the mountain, hungry all night. There is not even a single insect on this mountain.
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After a night of hard thinking and meditation, the next morning, I dragged my hungry and exhausted body, prepared what I needed early, and stayed at their home Doorway.
The door opened, and the mother smiled happily, like a little flower on the side of the road in March. The father’s thick palm stroked the child’s head and then gently moved it away. At this time, the child released a hearty laugh, and jumped towards the stream. come on! When I was only a few centimeters away, the child stopped and squatted down. Yes, look, look, see what’s on the ground? “Slingshot?” The kid is so smart, he recognizes it as a slingshot. He found a few stones and shot randomly without hitting anything, a little annoyed. It seems that I need to help him. I picked up a small stone and threw it at the hanging mirror with a “ding”…
As I wish, the child worked hard. Second, finally broke the mirror, nothing can stop me. I swaggered across the threshold and walked into the kitchen. The fragrant breakfast was on the stove. The smell was really tempting. I couldn’t wait to reach for a handful of porridge, dipped some fermented bean curd and stuffed it into my mouth. At this time, I heard beating and scolding from outside.
Oh, the father is raising his hand to hit the child, and the child is holding his mother’s pants with both hands and watching with horror. The mother didn’t know the reason, so she asked why she hit the child. The father angrily picked up the broken lens with his other hand and said: “Such a disobedient child, the mirror is broken, there are so many lonely ghosts around here, what should they do if they break in!” The mother was silent when she heard it. .