"Okay, now we can get to the topic. How about each person telling a ghost story?" Ning Yuan suggested, "What a fitting night, what a rare atmosphere. If I don't tell a ghost story, I would be disappointed.
It’s a good night, don’t you think?”
"I said," said Long Xiaotian, who was wearing glasses, "on such a beautiful and quiet night, wouldn't it be good for a group of us gentlemen to gather in such a place and tell those weird and supernatural stories?
Please remember not to disturb a good night."
The atmosphere opened up and everyone rushed to talk.
Not to be outdone, Zhou Jie, who has an internet celebrity name, also grabbed the microphone. "You are all from a good family, and we are from a good family. Liangchen means that you are not afraid. Come on, let your heart tremble."
Xiang Kuo said: "You idiot, you must have just come out of mental illness."
The few people chatting and laughing were very happy. Xiao Fan also felt that this was the feeling of meeting again after a long separation, and there might not be such a lucky gathering in the future. Xiao Fan has always been a pessimist.
Most pessimists are easily emotional and easily moved. Because they know the laws and truth of world affairs, they dare not expect too much in this regard. Since they are destined to separate, why should they be together?
Xia Rufeng said: "Let's start with me."
Everyone was looking at him, Xiao Fan was sitting next to Rufeng, and he was also looking at him through the candlelight.
The hall suddenly became silent. There was no sound, no breathing, only stories. Strange stories that came to mind in this dark night.
Xia Rufeng took a hard breath, as if to calm himself down on purpose, or maybe he was making a fool of himself again. He is such a weird lunatic. No, it should be said that the people who finally got together here are more or less
Some people are a little neurotic, of course, including Xiao Fan himself. Xiao Fan has always admitted this, because it is said that this is a gene inherited in the family. Xiao Fan's mother is a little neurotic, at least when it comes to some small things in life. This
Let's put it aside for now. Now is the time for the story to be staged. As a bystander, you should have the most basic respect for the speaker.
"Actually, what I want to tell is not a story." Xia Rufeng said this at the beginning, which made people confused.
I said to you, stop being so mysterious here, Xia Rufeng, you are a magic stick and have the potential to be a magic stick.
"It's not a story, so what are you going to tell? So, have you finished telling your story?" Xiang Kuo asked with great imagination.
Xia Rufeng continued: "No," he adjusted his glasses.
Fuck you, you don’t wear glasses at all, your eyesight is good, why are you trying to imitate Conan? This grandson is from the acting department, right?!
"Actually, what I am going to tell is a true story. It happened in this beautiful world, right around you and me. So, please listen carefully and sit down solemnly. What I am about to describe is about to begin.
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"Fuck, grandson Jie, believe it or not, I will punch you in the face with my fist! Just tell the story, Ma Dan's is still sensational. Come on, tell me, you and I are cowards and I will not scare you to death." Ning Yuan said.
"On a dark and stormy night,"
"Murder night?" Zhou Jie interrupted.
"Go, don't interrupt, we're talking." Rufeng said, clapping her hands to shoo away the flies.
"The moon is dark and the wind is high, it's a murderous night, ah, bah, bah, bah, bah."
"Can you stop being so tactful?"
"The story takes place in a small eastern town, let's call it Yingcheng. The name doesn't matter."
"In this place called Yingcheng, it rains all year round. It is known as the Venice of the East. It is the so-called water city. Yingcheng is a small city with a population of about a few million. The living standards of the residents here are
They are pretty good, the unemployment rate is not high, and the pace of life is generally slow.”
"However, what we are talking about is what happened in this small town."
"It is said that this small town is celebrating the Lantern Festival one day, and it is particularly lively at night. The bustling pedestrian streets are full of young men and women coming and going. However, there is one person in the crowd who is not very conspicuous. She is only wearing ordinary clothes, ordinary
Shoes, ordinary earrings, and even her appearance is not very outstanding."
"But, she is holding a teapot in her hand. Why is she holding a tin-copper teapot?"
At this point, Rufeng suddenly paused for a moment. At this time, everyone wanted to give this song a kick. This chapter has been completed!