Tales of the Seven Nights: the Strange Story of Ting'a Lake

At ten o'clock in the evening, I entered my brother's room on time and closed the door. As soon as he saw me arriving, he couldn't wait to cover his head with the quilt. "Tell me a story!" His voice was muffled under the quilt, but he couldn't hide his expectation. I laughed, looking at this little boy who was only four years old and loved hearing ghost stories. "Okay, then which story do you want to hear first?" ———— Record the educational stories told to your younger brother. This part has been completed.