Again. When I met the middle-aged woman, it was early the next morning. Her face was slightly haggard. Puffy almond eyes. Dress appropriately. Still stunning. It's not coquettish. She's definitely the best person for her age.

"Last night. It's all right," she asked me temptingly, shyly, girlishly. Apparently she had been worried all night.

"It's okay" I don't think I should have gone to the riverfront to wash my face. If that's a face full of smoke and dust, let her take a look. Maybe. I can ask her for more money. It looks like it's too late now.

"You must be hungry," she said tenderly.

"That's right. Hungry. It would be nice to go to the street and eat some churros," I responded.

"That's good. These roadside stalls are very unhygienic. I'll take you to my house. I'll make it for you."

"Sister. It's not good. Our teacher has precepts. If the thing is not happening at the employer's house. Unless required for work. Otherwise, you can't easily enter the employer's house."

"What are you afraid of. You're so affectionate. So dangerous. But he generously helped me deal with the hanged man. I can't invite you to a meal at home. ”

"Saving people from disaster. It's my job. As for. Do you value love and righteousness? You're really serious," the woman looked at me and smiled. He blushed his cheeks. It made me extremely embarrassed. That moment. I suddenly had a rather dirty idea in my heart. If. She's not forty. I'm not seventeen or eighteen. Confront. Such a beautiful female employer. I'm going to have to insult her.

Finally. I can't refuse a woman's kindness. Get in her car and follow her to his house. Her family lives in an ordinary residential building.

Enter. After her house. Found the interior very well decorated. The humble residential building has such a unique occupancy. And. On one side of the living room is a piano with black lacquer. It adds to the taste of this house.

The woman beckoned me to sit down. Made me a cup of tea. So I put on my apron and went to the kitchen. After a busy day. She made breakfast by herself and put it all on the table. There are two portions of rice. There are oil cakes that she fried. Deep-fried fritters. There are two portions of porridge. Goji millet porridge. Pumpkin pear porridge. I really can't see that this middle-aged woman with an outstanding demeanor like a girl is still so virtuous. It's just a bit of a miserable life.

She beckoned me to the table. Looking at the breakfast that he made with all the color and flavor, he proudly said:

"All these years. It's rare that I'm still alone. A man makes breakfast. We orphans and widows have long been accustomed to it," she smiled sadly. The bitter smile can't hide the loneliness in my heart. She laughed and laughed and cried red eyes. This kind of emotional transformation cannot be revealed by a woman who has not experienced twists and turns and apprehensions.

Her words seemed a little ambiguous and so pitiful. Oh, yes. Orphans and widows are not easy. What's more, it's so troublesome again. I know it very well in my heart. The woman in front of her. You see how strong she is. She is vulnerable. She just hid it again and again. Don't show your pain points. She wants to disguise this cruel world as beautiful. In that case. She was a perfect woman herself.

I talked about it earlier. She was a great woman. Because. I've met widows in my old days. She was equally born beautiful. But they do all the dirty things. In order to steal men cheaply. The man who did not hesitate to poison himself with his own hands. At last. I didn't end well. That vicious widow compared to the woman in front of me now. It's literally the opposite end of heaven and hell. One deserves to go to hell. A ...... of the Feather Ascension Just sit across from me right now. I can't even name the woman by her name. She couldn't help herself for a while. Tears. I couldn't bear to touch the softest thing in her heart.

"Sister. I've been calling you that. I didn't dare to ask your surname. I don't know what your name is. ”

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I lost my temper again. I shouldn't have said that," the woman said, putting away her tears. Slender fingers brushed over his eye sockets. The mood recovered slightly.

"It's okay," I replied as if innocently. After all. I've been involved in this kind of thing a lot. Our Mr. Yin and Yang only needs to live. That time. Isn't it a tragic story?

"My surname is Zhao. Call. Yunyun: "The woman took out the calm, calm and elegant posture of her strong woman.

"Zhao Yunyun"

"Yes. It's not like a child's name. Everyone in our unit calls me an elementary school student."

"Not really." The word 'cloud' just matches my sister's clean temperament, which doesn't seem to eat fireworks in the world. The glamour on my sister's body is definitely the colorful clouds sprinkled on the clouds. People live up to their name. The name is like the person. Wonderful"

"Thank you. Thanks for the compliment. You're so young and yet so good at talking. I'm a little embarrassed to hear it."

"Say so. It's time for me to call you Sister Zhao."

"Don't. You still call me Yunyun. Although somewhat far-fetched. But. You should know. Lonely women are most afraid of old age. That's a catastrophe. Please save the last bit of dignity for my countenance. Okay"

"That. I'll call you Sister Yunyun. After all. I can still distinguish between the elder and the young."

"It's fine. Let's eat. You must be hungry. Last night. Stayed up all night."

"Hmm"

I've never been particular about eating. Generally gobbling it up. Regardless of the taste. Fill your stomach first. But. More than ten minutes. I almost finished my breakfast on the table. I drank the last sip of porridge in the bowl. And then. Satisfied, put down the bowl. I just wanted to say thank you to Zhao Yunyun, the woman in front of my employer. If that doesn’t beat all:

"So carelessly. The rice is on my nose," she gently twisted her fingertips to remove the rice grains from my nose. She ran her fingers lightly across my cheek. It made me tingle. But I couldn't help but wonder in my heart. Why is this woman like this? Only Jinglin dared to have such an intimate action with me. And she. A middle-aged woman who is as coquettish as a young girl in her youth. What she wanted to do.

"Is it delicious?"

"Delicious"

"Have you eaten enough? I'll do some more. ”

"It's full. Full. If you eat it again, you will be able to eat it."

"Sister Yunyun. Since I ate the food you cooked. I need to tell you what happened last night. ”

"Good. You say"

"The little brother is not talented. I didn't find anything last night. It almost got into trouble. But. Please rest assured. The ghost will not be eliminated for a day. I won't leave for a day."

"I'm ashamed. Ashamed. It's not that I'm wrong," the woman bowed her head and realized very guiltily. She continued, "I'm afraid you're scared. I didn't dare go to my haunted shop alone. So. I haven't dared to tell you about the hauntings inside. I'm ashamed."

"Sister. You're overthinking. You don't have to feel guilty either. You don't tell me that the hanged man is making trouble there. I could have thought of it. So. It didn't matter."

"Hopefully. You're not lying. In that case. I died of guilt."

"It's fine. I am Mr. Yin and Yang. Something worse than this hanged man. I've come across it too. In your words. I've been used to it for a long time."

"Those things in your world. I don't understand though. But. I'd like to tell you about the haunting of the store. Knowing one's own situation and that of the enemy. A hundred battles will not be defeated. In that case. Question. Wouldn't it be better to solve it?"

"It's okay"

"Since. After the woman hanged herself in my store. Not for long. The hostess of the shop next door to my house. It's going crazy. Shouting all day long. It doesn't mean to be alive. Hang yourself. When it started. I thought it was going to be. She was talking and playing. Later, I played for real. Several times, she took the rope to hang herself on the second floor of her shop. If it hadn't been discovered in time. She's long gone. I listened to her husband. The rope she was holding was the same color as the rope used by the woman who hanged herself in my shop."

"It's not a matter of color. It's the rope that was given to you by the hanged woman in your shop after she died."

"What" Zhao Yunyun listened to me. A moment of panic. Unexpectedly. I accidentally knocked over the bowl at hand. The bowl shattered on the floor very crisply.

"An upper rope. At least three lives will be collected. It will lose its evil nature. And then. Reduced to nothing"

"Who's going to be next." Zhao Yunyun asked in horror.

"The second one hasn't died. There won't be another one. ”

"I'm not afraid. I thought it was incredible. Why is there such a bizarre thing happening in the world? ”

"That's right. The world embraces all things. Blend together. Anyone can tell. ”

"It's me who talks too much. That's what I should have asked."

"Would you like to tell me about the more bizarre things that happened around your store?"

"Yes. Of course. Except for the woman who tried to hang herself. There was also a schoolgirl who was hit by a pedal tricycle in front of my store. The back of her head hit the cement platform of my house and she was knocked to death. Everyone said that it was caused by the woman who hanged herself. And also. It's what happened a few months ago. The façade of our shopping street was repainted. A worker paints the second floor of my shop. Accidentally dropped. Directly fell into a high paraplegia. Then. For joint and several liability. I lost some money. ”。

"It's even scarier than that. Since. After I hanged this woman in this store. In the middle of the night, an old lady will appear wandering the street. She knocked on the door from door to door. She came to find her daughter. It was here that her daughter hanged herself. And. Whenever she walks into my store. She would sit in the doorway and weep. Mouthed shouting. 'Give back my daughter.' Also my daughter"

"Whenever. This time. On the second floor of the shop, there is a sound of ghosts crying and howling. Listen to the neighbors left and right. Someone was smashing the walls of their house in a frenzy. And. Screams rang out again and again. Both. I couldn't breathe. Help me. I don't want to die. Get me out. I still have a baby in my belly...... I don't want to die'.

Listen to the woman talk about this. I'm still shocked. It's a lot more complicated than I thought. Hanged Man. She still had a baby in her belly before she hanged herself. One corpse, two lives. Now it's all right. And not only hanged ghosts. And the Heroic Spirit. And. And also. A ghost old lady.

"You've seen the old lady, haven't you?" I asked.

"No, I didn't. Just listening to what the security and strata committees have to say"

"The old lady is long dead. So. She's the one to find......"

"This is terrible," the woman Zhao Yunyun suddenly covered her frightened mouth.

"Don't talk about that. Let's talk about something else. Relax."

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