What weird brain hole stories have you written? – What?
I met a rich young woman on the Internet in college. She was so nice to me.
She said that she was from the countryside, like me, and she liked me so much, that I’d be rich when I graduated.
I thought she was joking. Who knew that after I graduated, she really came to my home with a Porsche Cay.
I called her Aunt Chan, who, in support of me, set up a commissary in the village, asked me to work there and said she gave me $5,000 a month.
The pay is high, but after all, the commissary. I was just beginning to be disappointed, but she said she wanted me to get acquainted and then planned to get me a few large sub-foods in the city, and I agreed immediately.
This commissary tastes like when you were a kid.
It’s got woody oil and salt, but it’s all sold out, in big sacks, like old-fashioned food and oil stores.
There are cigarettes and wine in the store, but only one brand, China.
I said we could get some cheap smoke, because we don’t have any rich people in town, but she doesn’t agree and says it’s only for China.
She’s the boss. I have nothing to say.
Aunt Chen also told me that she would not pay me directly, and that if she wanted to spend money, she would pay for it. Because she’s doing business outside, but she can trust me.
She also told me not to show it to other employees when taking money in order to make people jealous.
There’s someone so nice to me that I certainly won’t fail her, and I secretly swear to do this job.
The first night I opened the commissary, I came directly, and the staff who helped the shop during the day was an old woman who had so much trouble talking to her she couldn’t even hear.
The old lady couldn’t even open the door, the door was two old wooden doors, half open, and I wanted to open the door, and then she pulled all over my grunts and said it wasn’t local, and I couldn’t understand it, and almost got angry with her.
So I called Aunt Chen, and she told me not to open all the doors and said it was good.
I heard it was Aunt Chan’s request.
When I’m back, it’s 8:00 p.m.
When the lights were turned on, it was discovered that the old-fashioned incandescent light was hanging high on the ceiling, making the shop yellow dark.
I didn’t care, but the first guest came in.
That’s a young man. He asked me for a bag of Chinese. I was a little uncomfortable when I gave him the cigarette.
Because his hands are dirty and his nails are all black mud.
I’m really not clean in my heart, but a few of the guests who came later were just like him.
There are smokers, there are rice buyers.
People are covered in dirty black mud, even girls.
I wonder if there’s a factory in here, where work is particularly dirty.
In the middle of the night, there was an old acquaintance.
That’s my high school girl, Huang. I didn’t think she’d come by to buy something and her nails were dirty.
It makes me wonder because she’s a clean girl in memory.
I can’t help but ask her, “Who are you from around here?” I’m sorry.
She didn’t recognize me at first, so she looked at me very carefully and finally put up with me and laughed at me: “It’s Li Ping.” I make clothes at the factory… did you open this store? I’m sorry.
When I heard that, I was wondering, there were several garment factories nearby, but I’d never heard of clothes that would make nails so dirty.
And We said to her, ‘My friend, I work here.’ I’m sorry.
And she said, “Then don’t work here. You work in the commissary. You’re such a loser. You’re the bottom of society.” I’m sorry.
I’m not so comfortable with her, and I remember she’s not such a bad talker, so I said, “I’ll take care of it, you smoke less, you haven’t seen her for years, you learn to smoke.” I’m sorry.
“Thank you. Please have one. It’s been years. I’m sorry.
Huang Cui opened the cigarette, gave me one and said he was busy, so he left.
I lit that cigarette on the back of my chair, but it was only a sip, and it choked.
Is this a cigarette?
It’s so strange to smell it. It’s all bad.
It feels so soft, so damp, so old.
I coughed a few times, and I suffocated the smoke.
Auntie Chan isn’t selling fake cigarettes here?
What if the guests come after me?
Especially since Huang was my old classmate, it’s embarrassing.
I was a little worried about Yellowberry coming back, but it was all night and she didn’t come back.
The next morning, the old lady came to work.
I took the money from the counter, went to breakfast, and then went to the bath.
Sleeping in the bathhouse during the day is free of cost, and free lunch and dinner is the best for me now.
When I came back to work at night, Huang was back.
I saw her, and I was a little embarrassed: “I’m sorry about the cigarette yesterday. I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong with the smoke?” She asked me.
“Don’t you think it’s strange? I’m sorry.
“No, it smells good. I’m sorry.
Smells good? Not good?
I understand.
Maybe she can’t even smoke, just buy it in her mouth.
Some people who don’t smoke like that, no wonder they don’t taste weird.
She asked me for another pack of cigarettes, and I threw them at her: “Don’t smoke if you don’t smoke, it’s not interesting to learn this.” I’m sorry.
She said thank you and gave me another one and looked at my eyes: “Will you not resign?” I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
“You’re too useless to work in a place like this. I’m sorry.
We cannot help but say, “Whatever you pay, you have to say less, and now you speak so painfully. I’m sorry.
And she ended up saying, “You’ve done well before, and you think you’re going to do well. The dry commissary is the bottom of society and the lowest of the poor. If you mix it with this, don’t mix it up and leave.” I’m sorry.
Why is that getting ugly?
I was going to argue with her, but she said she had to hurry and left.
When she left, I took a sip and it was still disgusting and it was just strangled.
After Huang had left, I kept doing business until the morning when a beautiful sister came in.
Unlike other customers, this beautiful sister is clean and clean, wearing a long dress with long hair and a long cape, looking different from the normal.
I think she looks familiar, but I can’t remember who she is.
Maybe you’ve seen her somewhere before, after all, so pretty.
She asked me for a pack of cigarettes, and I didn’t expect such a clean, beautiful sister to smoke.
She paid, said thank you and left.
My phone rings just after my pretty sister left.
It’s Auntie Chan.
I answered the phone and Auntie Chan asked me how I was doing at work, and I said it was okay.
She asked, “How much did it cost yesterday?” I’m sorry.
“It cost 80 bucks. I’m sorry.
“How much is in the counter now? I’m sorry.
I opened the counter and counted, “933. I’m sorry.
Auntie Chan told me that there was not enough wine in the store, that he would take the money from the counter and buy a thousand bucks of wine, and that I would make it up to myself and then get it from the counter.
I naturally said yes.
I just hung up, and Huang was back.
I thought she came back to apologize to me, and she came in and said, “Can you invite me?” Give me back the money I just gave you. I’m sorry.
I’m surprised she just said so badly, and now I’m buying?
She bought soft China, and I put up with it for $65, and she said, “Can I buy it for you later?” I’m sorry.
I’ve seen the opportunity, and I’ve said, “Didn’t you say I’m the bottom of society?” You did a good job at the factory and asked me for the lowest guest in society. I’m sorry.
How can you collect the money from your classmates? That’s cheap. I’m sorry.
This guy!
That’s disgusting!
I held my stomach on fire and didn’t want to talk to her, so I returned her the money: “Don’t come to buy it later. I’m sorry.
But she said: “Come to buy from you and treat you, and who will make you man.” I’m sorry.
She’s gone after that, and I’m really upset.
Shame on you.
I waited in the store until dawn and then took the money to get the goods, because I had to make 65 bucks to make it up.
But it’s okay. Just get it at the counter tomorrow.
Aunt Chen gave me the address for the delivery. It’s a remote, empty alley in town. The food is distributed here, and there are no guests.
She told me it was her friend who owned it. It’s cheaper to take it here.
I went into a barber shop, and there was a young man, and I said she was the one who came to pick up the goods, and he was laughing at me for a while, so I could call him Sun.
I went back from Sun’s house, I was tired and hungry, I thought there was a buffet in the bathhouse, so I took a bath and slept until evening.
When the buffet was opened in the evening, I went to dinner, and suddenly someone shot me on the shoulder, and I looked back and found my high school classmate Liu Gwak.
I was surprised to say, “What a coincidence! I’m sorry.
Liu Gwak smiled at me and said, “This town is so big that people don’t look up to see each other, it’s a surprise.” I’m sorry.
I thought so. I sat down with him for dinner and asked if I had a massage and I said I’d come to bed.
He lamented: “When time goes on, how many years have passed since graduation, and the same society is not organized. I’m sorry.
I’m eating and I’m not feeling well.
tummy ache.
I don’t know if it’s cold.
I rubbed my stomach, and I felt like it was rising and painful, and I said, “I don’t want to party, and some of my classmates are tired of it.” I’m sorry.
“Who’s gonna bother you?”
“Just the yellow, it always felt like she was a shame. I’m sorry.
“Choose?
Liu Guangdang shakes his head: “You have spoken too much, so that the dead will be great.” I’m sorry.
“What’s the dead big?” I wonder.
Liu Gwak said, “Ah, she died long ago. I’m sorry.
Bullshit! I’m sorry.
I didn’t want to say, “When did she die? Why didn’t I know?” I’m sorry.
“It’s sophomore year, maybe you didn’t know about college. Huang Cui-tui dropped out of high school and worked in the garment factory, where she died. I’m sorry.
He said he’d believe it if I hadn’t seen Huang in two days.
I sniveled at her: “It’s all lies. I saw her two days ago. I’m sorry.
Liu Gwak was surprised: “I didn’t die! I told you the rumors were not credible and I thought she was dead. I’m sorry.
I don’t want to talk anymore.
It’s very painful and painful and it’s sick.
I stood up and said I’d go to the bathroom and I couldn’t help but throw up.
But after I threw up, I was stupid.
Inside the toilet, red and red.
Is this… blood?
How could I spit blood?
I was so scared, I wiped my mouth, I couldn’t say goodbye to Liu Gwak and went straight to the hospital.
When I got to the hospital, I took a test, and the doctor looked at it, and said I had a stomach hemorrhage, so I didn’t drink, and I was eating well.
I was wondering, because I don’t drink, and maybe the day before graduation, I spent the night with Aunt Chen and played games.
The doctor gave me some pills and gave me a week to try.
I took the pills and went back to the commissary, but it was a long time ago.
When she came over, she also brought a few friends, all of whom I had met earlier.
“Li Ping, give us a pack of soft Chinese for each of us. I’m sorry.
She wants me to have a treat, and I’m pissed off.
I invited her yesterday, and I’m here today! And bring people!
I had a bad stomach, and I couldn’t stop it. I grabbed her and pulled her to the back.
“Do you have a face? You six people, if I’m buying, how much will I pay alone? I’m sorry.
“Yes, 390. I’m sorry.
“I can’t pay you 39! I’m sorry.
“You’re a man, I’m your girl. I’m sorry.
What the fuck is that?
And I said with anger, “You are my classmate, and you are not my woman. Why should I pay you?” I’m sorry.
She looked at me and she asked me, “Can your woman pay for it?” I’m sorry.
“What do you mean? Don’t make fun of me. I’m sorry.
“I can make you a woman for a while if you don’t kiss me. I’m sorry.
What’s wrong with you?
I was about to curse, and suddenly she grabbed my hand and put it on her chest!
In the meantime, I’m going to be petroized.
Maybe it turned cold at night and she was cold on her body, and she looked at me and said, “Here you are, I am your woman, and have a treat.” I’m sorry.
This…
I can’t curse anymore.
Even if I had not volunteered, this moment would have been an unprecedented embarrassment.
I went back to the store, and I was ashamed, and I got them six bags of Chinese.
I’m not the type that spends money just to touch women.
I just thought it would hurt the self-esteem of a girl even if it wasn’t voluntary.
So I’d like to wait till the next time she’s alone and tell her to stop.
When they leave, my heart still hurts.
It’s expensive.
Touching your chest is $400.
I sat down in a chair with anger, and only when the beautiful sister came did I look a little better.
And I’m not a good girl, but I’m happy to see her, and she really has a nice heart.
The beautiful sister noticed my face was wrong and she asked me, “What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
I naturally didn’t say anything about the yellow twilight, and I was rubbing my stomach and smiling, and I said, “The stomach is bleeding, it’s uncomfortable. I’m sorry.
“Oh, is it uncomfortable?”
“Well, he threw up blood. Almost thought he was dying. I’m sorry.
“Are you afraid of dying? I’m sorry.
“Of course. Who’s not afraid to die?”
She stood there for a while and seemed to think, and then returned the cigarette to me: “I won’t buy it.” I’m sorry.
I’ve been listening for some reason.
What does my stomach bleed have to do with buying my cigarettes?
But she didn’t buy it, I couldn’t sell it, so she gave it back.
In the morning, Aunt Chan called me again and asked me how much I had.
I said there’s less than 400 today, and she asked me to buy some wine and some stuff.
I just found out there’s a lot to sell. It’s supposed to be during the day.
I naturally agreed to take the money from the counter.
When it’s morning, I’ll go out and buy wine with the old lady.
Just walked out a few steps and suddenly heard someone calling me.
I looked back and found out it was yellow.
She stood under a dark roof, and when I came near, she asked me, “What are you going to do?” I’m sorry.
“Go get the goods. I’m sorry.
“What kind of money are you?”
“The money in the store. I’m sorry.
And she shook her head: “Buy it with your own money, and not in the store.” I’m bringing friends tonight, you remember to invite, and you’ll quit tomorrow. I’m sorry.
I said, “Are you sick or do you have to push in?” Don’t think I’m gonna let you touch you. You forced me! I’m sorry.
“You must leave, and return the money! I’m sorry.
“Why?”
She was silent for a moment, and she said, “Whosoever buys a cigarette from you will look in the mirror and never be found.” I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.
“Just listen to me. Go, buy a mirror! And don’t buy it from the counter! I’m sorry.
Sick.
So I went out a few steps, and she said in the back: “If you do not, I will hate you, even you, because you lied to me.” I’m sorry.
I can’t stand it: “I’m listening to you! I’m sorry.
Boring.
I had a bad stomach.
Wait.
I rubbed my stomach, and suddenly I realized it wasn’t so bad, and it was a lot less.
The doctor’s medication is really healing.
I’m going back in, but with my own money.
To be honest, who’s got the same money?
After the delivery, I bought a little mirror and went to work at night.
Soon, the first guest will be at the door.
He bought me some oil, and I looked at him in a little mirror and found nothing.
I’m getting the feeling that Huang was crazy.
Wrong.
He buys oil.
After the guests left, I sat in the store and the beautiful sister came first.
She came earlier than ever.
Today she’s got a colorful face: “Get a pack of cigarettes.” I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you look comfortable? I’m sorry.
“Because yesterday no cigarettes were bought. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry. This beautiful sister is a big smoker.
She took the smoke and seemed to be in a hurry.
When the smoke was lit, she did not smoke, but caught it in silence and watched the smoke go around.
She suddenly asked me, “Doesn’t I want to pay you for a pack of cigarettes?” I’m sorry.
I’m a little swollen and fat, and I laugh and say no problem.
After all, she didn’t always say I was a gentle girl.
Honestly, who wouldn’t love a girl like that?
The beautiful sister was still stuck in a cigarette, and she seemed to like it when she smelled it, and she kept her eyes shut.
I thought about her and used the little mirror to look at her.
I look in that mirror and I look stupid.
In the mirror, no reflection of her face!
I looked myself in the mirror, and there I was.
Weird!
I looked at her in the mirror again, but I found the mirror empty.
And suddenly the beautiful sister opened her eyes, and she realized what I had done, and she cried, “Don’t look, I won’t go in my heart, but don’t do this to others. They may not spare you.” I’m sorry.
I asked her, “Why are you…”
We were talking, and suddenly a man went into the store and asked me to pack him a $5 cigarette.
And We put away the mirror and said, “Sorry, I only sell Chinese here.” I’m sorry.
The man looked middle-aged and burned his hair with a golden necklace, with a flair of flowers, and he looked like a second-rate man.
He’s not happy to hear it, he’s scolding me because I’m sick, and he only sells China to such a shitty shop.
This guy’s supposed to have no place to buy cigarettes in the middle of the night, after all, we’re just a little town with no 24-hour convenience store.
He’s got a temper. It’s getting ugly.
When I heard it, I told him, “There are girls here. Why are you so ugly? I’ll give you a couple of cigarettes if you want. Don’t throw it in here. I’m sorry.
I never wanted to mess with such a person, because if I hurt him, I would have to pay or be detained.
But if he hurt me, it’s just those two steels in his pocket.
Too much trouble.
I gave him two of the red towers that I smoked, so he felt a little more comfortable, took the smoke and said, “Where is the girl?” If a girl came out in the middle of the night, I’d have taken off my pants and taught her to be a human being. I’m sorry.
I don’t particularly like this guy’s obnoxious remarks, pointing at his beautiful sister, “You can’t see this girl.” I’m sorry.
He looked at me in shock and looked at the beautiful sister next door.
At this moment, my beautiful sister smiles at me, and suddenly she picks up a cigarette and makes a move I can’t even imagine.
I can’t help but see that she’s reaching a burning cigarette in that second-rate eye.
All of a sudden, the smoke went straight through the second-rate!
I was shocked by this scene, and the second-rate guy walked out, and he was like, “Where’s the girl?” I’m sorry.
The beautiful sister smiled at me and went out and told me, “Remember, don’t buy cigarettes.” I’m sorry.
I just feel a blank in my head.
After the beautiful sister’s gone, Huang will be here soon.
She still brought a few people, asked me to bring out the cigarettes and asked me for a guest.
I couldn’t bear the confusion in my heart and gave them a few packs of smoke, and then I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the room.
She followed me into the house and asked me, “Are you coming tomorrow?” I’m sorry.
I looked at her eyes and I took the courage to ask her: “Is it true that Liu Guang said that you died in previous years? I’m sorry.
She stopped.
Then she asked, “Are you afraid of me? I’m sorry.
Of course…
And We shook our heads and said, “I am not afraid, I am only going to be in pain for you.” You used to be a nice guy, and I’m sorry if the news was true. But can you tell me what’s going on here? I’m sorry.
I’ve guessed.
Huang was a ghost and a beautiful sister.
But I can’t be afraid in front of Huang.
I’m sure I have nothing against her and she won’t hurt me.
He said, “Have you seen that door in your store? It’s not for the living. It’s for the dead. I’m sorry.
“And those who come to buy cigarettes are not living? I’m sorry.
“Yeah. I’m sorry.
“When you buy a cigarette, you don’t smell it…”
Don’t ask! I’m sorry.
She interrupted me and said to me, “I will never see you again, and there is no need to explain so much to you.” I’m sorry.
“But I want to know…”
“Don’t let the dead realize that you’re dead or you’ll be in danger!” I’m sorry.
She looked me in the eye and went out with her friends.
When I found out about it, I was in a weird mood, but I tried to calm myself down.
Because no one here hurt me anyway.
I spent the night, and the next morning, the old lady came to replace me, and I watched her dead and asked, “Do you know what this store is for? I’m sorry.
The old lady talks a bunch of dialects, and I hear it so hard, he takes a pen in the commissary, he writes a line, “I don’t understand you, will you write?” I’m sorry.
The old lady took a look at the paper and nod at last.
I’m relieved. I can write.
So I wrote to her, “Is this shop for ghosts? I’m sorry.
“No day, no night. I’m sorry.
I thought for a moment, and I finally wrote, “Can I spend the money in the store?” I’m sorry.
When the old lady saw me, she was in a hurry.
She kept putting her hands together and wrote two big words on it: “No! I’m sorry.
These two words almost took place all night, and then she seemed afraid that I would spend the money, grunting in my mouth, saying dialects, and took a lock and locked the drawer.
I realized things weren’t good, and I started talking to the old lady, asking her what the hell was going on at the store.
After a long exchange of words, I’ve known the situation.
The house of the dead, by definition, is a house for ghosts, which sells fragrance fire, which is not a cigarette, but rather a fire for ghosts.
The dead spirits came here to buy the fire, but the money they gave was not real money, but money.
It’s a good thing, and the shopkeeper usually has a bad day’s shelter and a good fortune.
But you can’t touch it if you buy it. Since it’s good, it’s not business.
The shopkeepers will keep the money and give it up.
Anyone who dares to spend the life left behind by a ghost will have a life to lose, and when he dies, he will be trapped forever in the house of the dead, at the service of the nearby spirits, and will never leave.
This was, in the past, an evil way of punishing thieves.
Thieves steal, steal their lives and spend their flowers, and end up trapped in the house of the dead, working forever for shopkeepers and ghosts, and using their lives to keep their shopkeepers safe.
I’ve read the old lady’s explanation and I swear to God!
I thought Aunt Chan was a good man! I’m telling you, how can a rich woman look at me and give me such a fortune?
That explains it.
Huang didn’t pay for cigarettes and asked me to treat her friends.
And a beautiful sister, who heard that I didn’t want to die, didn’t buy cigarettes with me, and then asked me for a treat.
These two are trying to save me!
I asked the old lady what would happen to the ghosts without this house.
The old lady wrote to me that the people who died were very angry and often reluctant to return to their homes.
Every day they repeat the pain and suffering of their deaths. Only when they are given a fire will they feel better.
I heard a pain in the ass.
That is to say, if there is no fragrance, the Huang Cui will burn day after day, year after year.
Aunt Chen called me again, and she’s on the phone with me and I’m laughing.
After talking on the phone, she made me go out for a drink.
This bitch.
I want her to pay!
I answered Auntie Chan’s request and then asked the old lady one last question: “How do we change the owner of the dead house?” I’m sorry.
I don’t understand why I’m asking.
I’m going to show her all these years of talking to me and tell her that I’ve been in love with Chen and that this store has been for me since it opened.
The old lady believed me when she saw a lot of “I love you” and “I miss you” from Aunt Chan.
She pointed to the ground and then wrote to me that, at the time of the renovation, she had to bury a box under that fragrance in which the owner ‘ s name and birthday were written.
If you want to change the owner, you have to ask the owner to write a contract of exchange and then sign the book and place the new owner ‘ s name and birthday in it.
After talking to the old lady, I gave myself a thousand bucks to buy wine.
When I bought the wine, I bought the cheapest second-hand electric car in the electric car, and it cost me $400, which is enough to get my pocket empty.
When I got back to the store, I did not go to sleep, but hid in the alley outside the shop and watched the door dead.
Almost at noon, a young man came into the store, but when I saw him, he had a dark face.
That’s the boss of the wholesaler. That’s Aunt Chan’s friend, Sun!
He’ll be out soon, with a couple of bottles of wine. I just got in from him.
I snuck in behind him, and this guy didn’t expect me to follow him, hit a tricycle and left.
I’m glad I bought an electric car, otherwise I couldn’t keep up.
When I got to my destination, I found out that Sun had gone all the way back to the isolated sub-food and put it back!
That’s cheating!
I’m afraid to follow too far, because I saw Aunt Chan’s Cayenne parked not far ahead, and fortunately it was the car’s butt on me.
After Sun had returned the wine, he sat in the Cayenne, where I approached secretly and saw him kissing Aunt Chen in the car through the window.
I laughed cold, increased the power of the electric car and hit the car.
After the crash, I fell down on the floor on false pretenses, and Sun quickly scolded and came down from the cassava to check on the situation.
When he saw me, his face was full of mistakes, and I kicked as hard as I could. On his calf, he fell on me.
I didn’t expect him to fall on me, but that’s better.
His nose was splattered, he couldn’t move at all, lying on the ground screaming in pain.
I took the opportunity to get into the car and Aunt Chen was looking backwards, and when I pulled her hair, she noticed me by the side of the car.
Aunt Chen was scared, and I grabbed her hair, and I hit her hard on the wheel twice and yelled at her, “You bitch, did you hurt me?” I’m sorry.
She shouted a misunderstanding, and I wouldn’t listen to a man like her, holding her hair and tearing her to the street, kicking her in the face.
In this case, Aunt Chen was completely powerless to resist, and I kicked her in the front teeth, bleeding her nose and coughing and begging me not to hit her again.
I didn’t talk to her because I’m one to two now and I don’t have time to talk to her.
Once again, I kicked her in the nose, then pulled the key out of the car and returned to the back of Cayenne, where Sun was about to climb up, holding the car key and smashing it a few times in the middle and the nose.
He fell again, and his nose was bleeding and his tears continued, and nothing could be said in his mouth except that he screamed.
“You want me to die, I won’t make you feel better!” I’m sorry.
I unzipped her belt, pressed her hands behind my back, tied her up so strongly, then shoved her in the trunk and started the Cayenne.
I didn’t know how to drive this car, so I had to drive as slowly as I could, and I took her out of town, bought a tape on the way, and then stopped by the road on the provincial road.
Aunt Chen has been begging me for forgiveness, saying she was taken by the good, so let me look at the past, and don’t go against her.
I’m just reporting to laugh.
She and I had a fake relationship from the beginning.
I almost died!
She almost killed me. What’s the point of calling the police? People would say I’m an idiot.
I have to do it myself!
I surrounded her with duct tape to make sure she could never break free and then fell asleep.
When I wake up, it’s dark.
I drove back to work with the old lady, and when she left, I dragged Aunt Chen into the store and said, “Give me the house of the dead, and then you can go away.” I’m not interested in killing you, but you don’t deserve to be protected! If I don’t do this, even if I get away with it, you’re gonna get somebody killed! I’m sorry.
I took a hammer in the commissary, moved out of the cigarette cabinet and started smashing the ground.
So there was an empty one on the ground and it was knocked open three or two times.
I dug a wooden box out of it, with Chen’s birthday in it.
Aunt Chen was as dead as ashes, and I looked her in the eye and said, “If I could, I would really kill you.” Because I know I let you go today, and you’ll probably open a dead house somewhere else for your own sake! I want a hammer to smash your head and blow your brains out. You’re a bitch who can kill innocent people for good! I’m sorry.
The more I talked, the more I couldn’t help but get to Aunt Chen.
I want a hammer down!
If she doesn’t die, if she gets out alive, how many people will die?
Aunt Chen sat on the floor and cried, “I was wrong!” I’m not going to hurt anyone anymore, please! I’m sorry.
She was shivering, and a water stain came out of her skirt, scared to piss her pants.
I can’t trust her.
Just because she doesn’t want to die right now doesn’t mean she won’t go out there and hurt people!
But what right do I have to deprive a person of his life?
Aunt Chen cried and said to me, “Please, I can’t be in the house of the dead, there’s something looking for me. Please, let me go. I can give you my car.” I’m sorry.
I had to wrinkle my head. What’s that?
She’s the owner of the Dead spirit house, but she can’t stay here?
I’ve been thinking about things, and it’s quiet in here, and I can hear them even when a needle falls off the floor.
Suddenly, the dogs in the village screamed.
First, a dog barks, then even with the others.
A cold wind blew, and the half-open door swayed, making me chill.
Dogs make gruesome noises and bark more viciously, and the two sound in turn, and somehow they run up and step on the floor and sound.
I watched a group of dogs run by the door of the shop, and after that group of dogs, it was a white man who came this way.
It’s that pretty sister.
But she was completely out of her elegance at a time when she was walking gently and with a sense of swinging, and the body was swaying around like an undefeated dragon, moving like a snake, and just hanging on the ground and drifting towards us.
The beautiful eyes turned black at the moment and didn’t even see the white!
Aunt Chen was scared and cried out to me: “There she is! Get me out of here! Here she comes! Burn her with fire! Ghosts are afraid of fire! Burn her with fire! I’m sorry.
I saw my beautiful sister from afar, and suddenly I remembered.
No wonder I thought I’d seen her before.
She had appeared in Aunt Chen ‘ s circle of friends when she was hugged and said it was her best friend.
It’s just that I was in love with Auntie Chan, and I thought she was pretty, but I didn’t care about her.
The beautiful sister went into the house of the dead and the dark pupils looked at Aunt Chen.
And We swallowed the spit, and said, “Did you know her, and did you buy life and wealth?” I’m sorry.
“We’re the same sick and she’s the one who’s after us…” The voice of the beautiful sister is a little dumb, “You got her and it’s good.” I’m sorry.
We cannot help but ask: “What about your house of the dead if you were also killed?” Where are the ghosts you’re offering? I’m sorry.
“They have set aside their grievances and gone.” And I’m a soulless ghost, full of resentment, from this bitch! I’m sorry.
The more she said, the more she reached out with her hands, the sharp and long fingernails, the more she stabbed her in the neck!
I watched her nails pierced into her neck, and I said, “No! She’s a piece of shit, but if she leaves her body here, I’m afraid I’ll go to jail.
I’m in the middle of it, but I don’t have to be stupid.
The beautiful sister opened her mouth, and it was so big, it opened from the mouth, it broke into her ear and bit Aunt Chen’s head!
She’s like a snake whose throats and cheeks are so big, her cheeks and skin on her throat are so thin and black blood vessels are so visible, it’s as if she’s going to explode, trying to swallow Aunt Chen’s whole stomach!
Oh, my God!
Is this how ghosts eat people? When I was a kid, I watched a lot of TV. I always thought they were digging for their guts!
I looked at Aunt Chen, and she said ghosts were afraid to burn.
There was a lighter next to it, but I didn’t do it.
It’s a sin in my heart…
She killed her pretty sister, and I almost died.
Auntie Chan has already tasted the pits and she will continue to do so!
If I save Aunt Chen’s life with mercy then how can I answer the next innocent dead soul! People lose their children, their loved ones, even because of Aunt Chen, innocent children lose their parents!
How can I save a big evil man for a light good?
Evil men need a ghost!
I watched Aunt Chen be swallowed up by a beautiful sister, who was fat and fat, from the belly to the throat.
Instead of talking to me, she slowly came to the side of the box and suddenly opened her mouth and threw out a soft arm.
The arms were also bloodied, and the beautiful sister grabbed the soft hand, wrote Chen’s name on the paper of the house of the dead, and stamped her hand.
This scene is extremely strange.
After signing the painting, she swallowed the hand and left the house of the dead.
I went to that piece of paper and took the pen and finally made up my mind and wrote my own birthday.
At this moment, I became the owner of the House of the Dead.
I carefully packed the cartons, and when the lockers were moved back, Yellowberry came in.
She saw me, and she was in a hurry: “Why are you here again? Why didn’t you listen? I’m sorry.
And I looked her in the eyes and laughed, and said, “Someone told me that the ghosts here, if they had no one to offer them, would repeat the pain of their death day by day. You’re so close to me. How can I be so bad to you? I’m sorry.
She looked at me, and I delivered her a pack of cigarettes, laughing, “Where did the ghost come from to buy life?” I’m sorry.
She said, “How can a ghost have money? When you spend it, people will find it in the next day. I’m sorry.
“Oh, that’s why Sun hasn’t been in trouble with me. He’s with Auntie Chan. I’m sorry.
The yellow cuisine smelt and I lit myself a red tower.
We were quiet for a long time, and when the smoke was about to burn, I said to her, “Thank you for saving my life.” I want to keep driving with the old lady. She should know how to make fire for you. You said don’t let the dead realize that they’re dead or it’s dangerous, but I’m not afraid of danger because you’re a good man. I’m sorry.
She asked, “So what?”
“You can come to me often in the future, we can talk, I can’t watch the shop at night, and my old classmates stop calling me the bottom pig of society. I’m sorry.
She smiles, then she shakes her head and goes out, and she says, “I thought you were good, but now you’re a shopkeeper…it’s a bad time.” I’m sorry.
I smiled and watched her leave.
The House of the Dead belongs to me.
The old lady does make a fire, so she can come down with me.
But I know I need to live.
I asked Mom and Dad for some money, rented the store next door, and I was free at night.
Every night I go to the store, I’ll make the buns and ask my parents to come and sell them for me in the morning.
Not to mention that, perhaps, because of the fortunes of the owners of the house of the dead, the business of the breakfast shop is quite hot and people around it often buy it.
And I also bought an urn for the yellow urn, which, of course, is not ashes, but rather a fortune, and I did so in fear of being stolen because I could not harm.
I was just thinking, what if the urn is full?
Every night, he comes to me to talk to me, we talk about the fun we used to do at school, and I talk to her about what she saw all day. I don’t have to talk. I’ll read some books and tell her stories.
With my company, she stopped calling me a bottom pig, and she became more and more open.
Until one day, when we had finished talking, she held me in laughter for a long time, saying that she had spent enough time on earth and was going to be born and never to come back.
I’m sorry, but I’m happy for her decision.
Huang has left, and the guests are getting fewer and fewer.
Until one night, no guests came all day.
It occurred to me that the beautiful sister never came after she ate Auntie Chen.
Maybe that day, she’s gone.
The urn is not full, I don’t have any more guests at night, but the breakfast shop is still good.
I just realized that warmth and company can eliminate all negative energy in the world.
Well I’m worried.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
