1. My son goes to the garden downstairs to play every day after dinner. One day I suddenly find him talking to himself, so I asked who he talks to. He said he is the Nannan next door. Xiao Nannan is my son's kindergarten companion. He fell and drowned by the river last year. Why do adults call children a little ghost? There are really ghosts in the world. People who die unhappy will become ghosts. Who will die unhappy? Of course, it is a child. The child died in this world just a few days after coming to this world. He is very unhappy, so he refuses to leave. He has to play with the children even if he becomes a ghost... This is how the little Nannan next door is. After she dies, she becomes a ghost, and she is the same as before. Every day after dusk, she comes to play with me. Even her mother can't see her, but I

All my classmates in the junior class could see her... My son explained that my son was only six years old, and I believe he was not able to make up such a lie. I began to pay attention to watching my son in the garden. After a period of observation, I could see Nannan. She was still as lively and cute as she was when she was alive, and she looked no different from ordinary people. She just wore that yellow dress forever, and she would not be broken. Autumn came in a blink of an eye, and there were always cold winds in the garden after dusk. I found that my son had a strange change - he refused to thicken his clothes. I felt something was wrong, because Nannan had already changed into autumn clothes, while my son was still wearing a suit, shorts and shortsleeved T-shirt. Seeing them teasing the fallen leaves under the street lights, I suddenly became scared.

I ran downstairs, rushed into the garden, grabbed my son, and ordered him to go home with me to add clothes. Unexpectedly, the little ghost Nannan pulled my son behind her, put his hands on his hips, raised his face, looked at me like a challenge, and his eyes were filled with anger - I was not using adjectives, I really saw sparks spewing from the little ghost's eyes, red, like blood. My anger exceeded my fear, and I raised my hand and slapped the little ghost's face hard. The little ghost didn't say a word and fell down to the sky. When I was about to pull my son's hand again, my head was hit hard.

I fell down to the sky before. Before I fell down, I found that the person who attacked me was actually my husband. I didn’t know how long after, I woke up and found myself lying in the hospital ward. My husband was sitting beside me. I grabbed his hand and asked, “Where is my son, where is our son?” “Silent for a moment… Our son has been drowned for more than half a year, and you must accept this fact… Alas, it’s all my fault. If you sent you to the hospital before, such a tragic thing wouldn’t have happened. Do you know that you knocked the little Nannan next door deaf last night.”

2. The moon's next knife, we sat face to face, bored. After three years of love, we have said everything we should say, done everything we should do, and we are relatively speechless. He no longer knows what to say or do, but just playing with a fruit knife, as if he imagines his fingers as a banana. "Dear, we broke up... How many times have I said to myself in my heart, break up, let each other go. Tonight, I have become more determined to say those three words, but every time I say to my mouth and see him, I still hold back. "Dear, I ask you, what would you do if, if, I mean, if we break up, what would you do?" I tempted him tactfully. He looked at me with a strange look, and

After a while, he said word by word: "I will use this fruit knife to cut off my neck!" After that, he looked at me coldly, staring at me with the look that was only found in the supernatural novel under the moon, which seemed very scary under the candlelight. "I, I'm just a joke..." I was unnatural by him, so he forced a smirk. He got up and walked out. "Why do you do?" "Drunk..." He urinated for too long... I suddenly thought that when this guy went out, he was holding the fruit knife in his hand. He listened to it. There seemed to be a strange sound in the yard, and the sound was intermittent, first like a blade scratching the bone, and then something liquid was flowing.

I quickly got up and went out, and saw his back standing in the courtyard. He raised his head and bent his arms toward his neck, as if he was struggling to do something. Although the light was dark, I still saw his shoulders, arms, back, waist, and the whole upper body tremble. The street light outside the yard pulled his shadow very long. It was terrible. The shadow enlarged his right hand, and clearly held the knife handle in his hand. "Dear, you, what are you doing?" I screamed. I dared not walk forward, I didn't have the courage to face his blood-I could imagine the wound on his neck and the blood flowing along the blade to the back of his hand. He turned around and laughed at me, saying, "I just cut a sugar cane, afraid that you would think I would dirty the floor and dare not go into the house to eat...
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