A picture that many men remember from childhood.
The mottled black gate, the quiet and deep alleys, the ditches covered with moss, the patches of waist-deep foxtail grass, and in front of a lonely old wooden house, a naughty boy who was exploring alone flashed out. All the strange and weird things in the world are here.
Many women have another picture in their childhood memories.
It must be a rainy day.
There must be a kind of grievance.
The little girl ran alone under an oil curtain and cried sadly.
At that time, everything in the world was in the little girl's heart. There is no one else in the world except her.
Ps: This novel is also called "The Strange Tales of Humans and Ghosts".
I published this novel under the pseudonym "Gaochuan Shang" on an external website, and I would like to express my sincere explanation.
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