Recently, Hu Quan always felt that something was secretly following him, and he couldn’t get rid of it no matter what.

Looking back suddenly, there is only a long shadow on the ground, nothing else. The so-called guilty conscience may be the reason.

Hu Quan secretly got on with a woman.

He knows that there is no fire in paper. From his wife’s unusually indifferent eyes, he seems to be able to perceive something deeply hidden by her, but the wife did not personally say it. Ask him, he can’t say anything. Sometimes, he wondered if it was his wife who was secretly following him, deliberately following him in order to allocate more property during the divorce.

So he turned his mind and filed for divorce first. But his wife refused to agree.

Since the matter has been clarified, he simply rented a house outside and never went home.

About half a month later, Hu Quan received a call from his wife.

“I have thought about this during this period. Since you have decided, I don’t want to embarrass you anymore. However, I only ask you for one thing. We will get divorced after it is done… …”

“What’s the matter? Tell me!” He thought it was nothing more than money.

“Help me ask for a paper cut!”

“Paper cut?” He was a little surprised.

“Yes. But you must find Granny Ye to cut it out!”

Hu Quan didn’t understand what medicine she sold in the gourd, but When I thought of fulfilling my wish, I stopped asking.

Hu Quan drove dozens of kilometers of mountain roads before he found the home of Granny Ye.

Pushing open the low wooden door, a musty smell instantly rushed into his nose.

He frowned and stepped into the house.

Grandma Ye wears reading glasses, sits on the kang, holding a pair of black and shiny scissors, she is carefully cutting a piece of pink paper, she can’t see What is that.

Granny Ye raised her head and stared at him with muddy eyeballs: “What’s the matter?”

“I want to ask you to help me Make a paper-cut!” I don’t know why, he feels uncomfortable in this dark room.

“I don’t do paper-cutting for people here!” (Uncle Ghost: reprinted please keep!)

“Please! This is the gift my wife wants!” He lied.

“Oh, that’s it!”

She pulled out a black piece of paper from the kang head, staring at him, and slowly cutting it up.

Hu Quan did not dare to look at her, his eyes floating on the beam of the room, his body getting colder and colder.

After a while, Granny Ye handed him the cut paper.

“Wow, great! Like my shadow!”

“How about a silhouette!”

“How much is it?”

Mrs. Ye shook her head and said, “Your wife also cut a picture and paid the bill together!”

< br/> Hu Quan grabbed the paper-cut and happily walked out the door.

The sun was shining outside, but he couldn’t feel the warmth.

From the moment the paper was cut, he felt that something was wrong, but he couldn’t tell why.

At this moment, he lowered his head and found that his shadow was gone.

He looked at the paper cut in his hand.

It suddenly occurred to me that Granny Ye was talking about silhouettes.