When I was a child, I lived in a dilapidated community, and the residents of the whole community basically knew each other, and I still remember that I liked to play around with a few of my own little ones at that time, and I didn't come home until it was dark, but after that incident, I didn't dare to go home when it was dark, and every time I had to stand downstairs and call my dad to come down and pick me up, otherwise I wouldn't go home. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I was seven years old, and for me, I have very few memories of my childhood, except for a few things that have a deep impact on me, such as how the scar on my face came about, and who fell into it three times in a row...... Cesspool...... The same pit. And then there's this thing.

My family lives on the fifth floor, the residents on the first floor are very familiar with my family, his family name is Zhang, the old man and my grandfather are friends, the old man's son and my father is small, so our two families have always had contacts, when he was seven years old, the old man of the Zhang family died suddenly, but his son was in the field, and he received a notice to go back to catch up with a day, and the old man's wife was left at home, so my grandmother and father went to his house to help, and my father pretended to be a filial son, and changed the old man's life clothes. After changing, I went outside to build a mourning hall (a black canvas shed) while my grandmother chatted with the old man's widow, distracted her grief, and left me in the back room to guard the body. The time was one o'clock in the afternoon, the curtains on the windows were drawn, and no light could penetrate a little, I still remember that I was carrying an illustrated book that day, at first I was sitting and reading, and then I was tired of sitting, I lay on my side next to the corpse, with my back to the corpse, and read by the faint light of the white candle in front of the corpse's head, and after reading for a long time, I fell asleep in a daze, and I didn't know how long I slept until I was awakened by freezing, I opened my eyes and found that the corpse was still lying flat, but my head was not turned over, my face was facing me, and I was staring at me with godless eyes, I wanted to scream, but my body just couldn't move, I guess I was so scared that I didn't know how long it took, I felt that my legs and pants were wet and hot, I didn't dare to look at the corpse Fan Qing's face, and hurriedly closed his eyes.

When I woke up again, I was kicked by my dad because I fell asleep while guarding the corpse, and what was even more embarrassing was that I wet the bed...... It was like being scared to pee.

I haven't told them about it, but since that time, every time it's dark, I don't dare to go upstairs alone, because going upstairs will have to pass by their house, which reminds me of the scene at that time. (This volume is written here for the time being, and there are still some stories that I dare not write, because when I write these stories, I have to recall the details of the time, I have begun to have nightmares these days, and my mental state is not very good, but I will come back from time to time to update this volume in the future.) ）;