He died, but he was alive again. His body was still his, but his appearance was a little different. The rooms were elegantly decorated, making it a very suitable courtyard for living. It was unknown why he appeared in this strange environment.
The corridor outside the house was very long and could even accommodate dozens of people listening at the same time. He had only seen that row of people on Grandma Guo's old TV set. Although there were differences, they were more similar in spirit.
There were no less than twenty or thirty waiters with their eyes covered and their lips covered with cloth. They were all lying on the outside of the house to watch what was going on inside. A cold feeling did come from the soles of their feet, so he raised his eyelids and passed out again.
Before I heard a girl's unique voice, she laughed and cursed.
"Look at the good things my second cousin did, he scared all my guests to death."
In the confusion of consciousness, he asked himself, he turned out to be a guest, wasn't he captured?
It's also a self-deprecating joke. For a person like me who has nothing, what else is worthy of being stolen?
But there is indeed one thing in the world that only he has.
Purpose: I came from thousands of miles away just to see you