Looking at the newspaper seller in the corner, I finally got a comment saying I forgot to bring it. It must have been me who forgot to wipe her blood after being cut off. With this theory, my mind was stable, I went up to the third floor, played hand to hand and left.

After playing for a long time, I couldn't stand the alcohol and slept slowly. In the mist, I was woken up by a knock on the door. It was a knock on the door in the middle of the night.

gates, build one. Beautiful appearance, white color, red phoenix eyes, small nose, good material, a man-made clothes, the leader of such a large company, is also a little familiar with the confusion.

The girl looked at me, didn't say anything, and squeezed in. Once inside the house, she began to look for his shortcomings. When they saw a maid's paper in the corner, they asked me, "What is this?"

"This is not for sale!" Ben, a woman is a hundred stones, but I think this old woman only remembers that she once sold Zhang Feng, so I don't want to sell it, and waited for it to be used every day and Zhang Feng, and quietly burned it on the grave in Yequan City.

"Give you a thousand dollars, will you sell it?" she paused and asked directly.

I'll look at this woman again, a white lady's toolbox holder, a plate of white side dishes, if she's a rich man. From this price should be urgent, whether it is possible to turn white or not, I will not deceive, and then say, "I really want to leave right away." Deliver 300, not 200. ”

"Deal. She said, taking two hundred dollars out of her pocket and handing me a new one. Then she put the papermaker's maid under her arm.

At this time, I began to see a burgundy Mercedes-Benz car parked at the door at night. She put the paper on the maid in the car, and the cigarette was gone. Looking at this gray night, I was a little confused, and I always felt that the woman was being chased. And that red Mercedes-Benz with a pretty face.

That night, I didn't sleep well and was often in chaos. I want to do it. Luckily, I left for one night and nothing else. When I suddenly woke up, it was already very bright outside.

When I got dressed and got out of bed to go to the hall on the first floor, I was surprised to say that I couldn't come and fell to the ground. In a corner of the hall on the first floor, this paper maid and maid said goodbye. But he was so dirty, so dirty, and his paper clothes were torn, so he was pulled.

Seeing this, my back was cold and my scalp was numb. Why is this happening?

I did not dare to see the papermaker's maid coming out of the ground alone.

In the middle of summer, the sun is shining, and the streets are still bustling with people. I took a deep breath. Think about what happened last night. Zhang Feng said that Ye Quancheng died, bought four paper girls, and three people went to the cemetery. Another daughter bought a paper servant, because I bought it. Why aren't they coming back now?

Was it a dream? Zhang Feng and I got drunk and had a dream. I dreamed of a woman who came to buy a paper maid. I sold them. In fact, it was just a dream. With that meaning, I thought last night's event was a dream.

Bravely walked into the living room and saw the maid standing in the corner. Still, if my silk clothes get wet in the rain, they will be torn and dirty.

I gently touched his papermaker with my hand, and the sound rustled, only a few pieces of paper.

What did I say last night? I had a phone call with Zhang Feng. These people don't feel sleepy. They said they died yesterday and drank too much. I asked Ye Quancheng, and Ye Quancheng said that I owed him a piece of old woman's silk, and sometimes I even took one and burned it.

Hanging up, I didn't even dare to stay in my room, thinking about yesterday. It was true that Zhang Feng came to buy a paper maid yesterday, but it may not be true that his daughter bought it. Maybe it's a dream. I use my phone in my pocket, know what to use on him, beware, I'm afraid my hair stands on end.

In my hands, these two volumes of natural gifts. Look at these two dark gifts, the corners of my heart's eyes. This is me and my daughter running around last night. This is Mao's beautiful headshot. Why am I the shadow of the Jade Emperor this morning?

I also know that with the Ming Dynasty currency and the yuan. I don't think the currency of the Ming Dynasty was the yuan. Last night seemed wicked.

What? What should I do? I sat there and died in fear. My grandfather said that in the past, there was a villain in our village, who dealt with ghosts and collected a knife slot. He died a few days later. Although I did not receive the paper, this black gift turned out to be the right one.

I sat there for no reason, and your wind and fire came in from outside. Grandpa looked at my pale face and helped me live upstairs, "Sun, you're okay!"

"I, I don't know if he's okay?" ”

The sight in front of me shocked me and I fell to the ground. Why? Did the papermakers cry?

I sat there and looked at the pasty maid, her eyes dirty. While I was sitting there, I didn't know where to go. My mom was squatting in a basin next to me, and when she saw me like this, I thought I held it up and said, "Just now, in the east kitchen, the water was spilled by mistake." Mom said, pointing to the paper.

I'm a loser, "Mom, you're not going to scare me to death!"

Grandpa came over and took my note away. The forehead of the sticker gave me a knife cut. "Lin Xiao, because during the day, send it out!" went to the reed ditch and found that it was charred. ”

I was afraid to see evil, so I found a black silk bag, so we ran all the way through the box, urging the reed ditch. The reed ditch is a large ditch, and in our early days it was a very long reed. The Red University and Jiang Meimei's brigade met here. In the First World War, hundreds of people died, and the villagers lost their lives as a result.

Three years of natural disasters, starved to death, and had no money to bury it, so I carried it with me. Want, reed ditch, dark. Grandpa, I came to light the paper for the lamp, I don't know why.

In the middle of summer, the reed ditch, a melancholy crop, has long been out of sight. There are no reeds at all, even if the ditch is flat. There is only one deep pond, the pond is pale and the water is stagnant. On the edge of the pond, I let the papermaker out, but there was no chance of a lighter. The person who makes the request cannot be lighter. It's frustrating to death.

Now that I'm out, I can't post anymore, and no matter what happens, the key is not to let her scare me anymore. I picked up a stone from the ground, pulled out a watermelon seedling, tied the stone to the papermaker, and put the papermaker in the pond.

Let's talk about voting and thinking, and if you come back to me again, I'm sure. Sorcery!

When I got home, I didn't think the papermaker had fallen into the pond, so I said it was burned. Grandpa told me to go get some chicken soup and eat it with me, as well as the ripe chicken heads. He said it could increase the brightness of the sun. I seem to believe it or not. I never forgot the papermaker who sank into the pond. However, when the silk is released quickly, it is soaked and the degree is dispersed.

At night, as everyone is familiar with, I am alone in my room. I don't know what. In this fidgety atmosphere, I usually like to play mobile games and feel different. My heart naturally and unnaturally shows its silky shadow, and I am afraid that tomorrow he will still appear in the corner of my house.

(End of chapter)