The fat man and I had such fun, no doubt we were playing with the sword in front of Guan Gong and playing with the camera in front of Teacher Chen.

My aunt agreed and didn't ask Fatty and I to follow. She let us stay here with the tomboy. Children are not very energetic and tend to cause trouble when we get there.

My aunt went out, and we felt uncomfortable sitting here, always feeling like something was going to happen. Maybe I thought too much! The tomboy looked at the two of us, and started to let the fat man tell the story again.

The fat man had nothing to do. He wanted to tell that story to scare the tomboy! The fat man cleared his throat and asked the tomboy: "You like to play with skipping rope, right? Can I tell you a story about skipping rope?"

"Yeah! Okay!"

The fat man cleared his throat and started telling a story.

There was a tomboy who lived in a remote rural area. She looked just like you, and there was nothing interesting there, so she made a skipping rope out of straw and played skipping with the children in the village every day. But in her heart, she always

I wish I could have a real skipping rope.

A few days later, the tomboy's parents came back. They brought her a skipping rope, which made the tomboy so happy that she regarded the skipping rope as a treasure.

This skipping rope is bright red. The tomboy said that her skipping rope is as red as the big red flower given by the teacher. However, some children said that this skipping rope is as red as blood and is not a good thing.

But the children in the village were just curious, and they all asked the tomboy to jump rope, but the tomboy was too embarrassed not to play with them, but fewer and fewer people jumped rope with her, and it was said that they all died in strange ways.

The tomboy didn't feel sad, but was very happy. Finally, no one wanted to grab the skipping rope with her. She played with it by herself every day. One day she was tired from playing and went home. She saw a little girl at the door of her house.

Wearing a bright red skipping rope, just like hers.

She looked at the skipping rope in her hand and was a little unhappy. The rope she was playing was a bit old, but the one in the little girl's hand was very new, but she immediately found a sense of balance.

The little girl skipping rope seemed to be a fool. While dancing, she said: "45, 45, 45,..." The little girl stopped paying attention to her. What is there to envy for a fool?

The tomboy entered the yard of her house, opened the door, and went into the house. But as soon as she turned on the light, she saw the girl just now playing skipping in her house: "45, 45, 45..."

Wearing a red dress, she turned her back to the tomboy, suddenly turned around and slowly raised her head, with two black hole-like pupils on her gloomy face, and a weird smile hanging on the corner of her mouth.

"45, 45, 45,... 46!" The fat man said 46 in a very loud voice, which shocked me. The tomboy's head was cut off by a skipping rope, blood spurted out, and his head rolled on the ground a few times and stood there.

Got there.

The girl's skipping rope was dripping with blood and looked particularly red. As she jumped, she left: "46, 46, 46..."

It turned out that the girl who was jumping rope was a ghost~~~ When the fat man said ghost, he specially whispered a long tone and stared at the tomboy with his bull's-eyes. His face was behind the oil lamp, and his whole face was full of ghosts.

It was dark, except for his eyes, which were staring white.

I looked a little panicked, but the tomboy didn't react at all. He looked at the fat man and said, "What is a light? Is it an electric light? Is the electric light much brighter than this?"

It’s true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. This boy was curious about the light bulb and didn’t take Fatty’s story seriously at all. I looked at Fatty and raised my middle finger at him, thinking: Fatty! Your reputation in this life will be ruined!

Not even small children can be frightened.

"You still praise him for his story?" the tomboy looked at me and said.

"No! When did I praise him?"

"Why are you pointing your finger at him if you didn't praise him?"

"Oh, oh oh! You said this! When you compliment people by giving them a thumbs up, it's a good thing, but when we give people a middle finger, it's great!"

"Oh! Then I will talk to the children in the village tomorrow. When they see me from now on, they will give me the middle finger, not the thumb. I will see who disobeys me!" The tomboy said, putting on an adult attitude and sighing.

In one breath, the fat man and I were very happy to see this. If his grandma knew that it was us who taught her to give him the middle finger, she would be furious to death.

The big wolf dog outside barked wildly, and the tomboy jumped around in the house: "Grandma is back! Grandma is back!"

"You're stupid! There's a situation! Get ready!" The fat man said to me in a low voice. I glanced at the fat man. This kid's eyes were blue and faint, but they were not as white as before.

When I opened my eyes, my aunt had already come in. As soon as I entered the room, she ran straight towards me: "Son! How did you do this? Come and see, mom. Is it cold over there in Shanxi?"
Chapter completed!