
The Supernatural Incidents I’ve Experienced
我经历的那些灵异事件
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The colloquialism is too serious, the writing is long-winded and not fluent. The author should read more books before writing.
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Chapter 41: Alarming the Snake The author has something to say
8.17 On the top of Changbai, the Qilin Ceremony. At the foot of Changbai Mountain, I met a middle-aged man. He said that he would come here to visit at this time every year. I was lucky that Daomi was still crazy about this belief. After a long while, I handed him a piece of Yuxi and said, "Come every year?" Although I admired his perseverance, I couldn't help but wonder if he was bragging. He took a drag on his cigarette, looked at the white snow on Changbai Mountain, and said, "Hangzhou is far away from Changbai Mountain." Although through his glasses, I could still see the vicissitudes of life in his eyes. I asked doubtfully: "How far is it?" "Ten years" My name is Wu Xie, and I once met a person. He... Always has a stern face, always disappears inexplicably, and every time I see him, I get scars all over my body. But Fatty and I both feel at ease when he is around. Also, he doesn't like to laugh. His name is Zhang Qiling, and I heard he lived a long time. Fatty and I like to call him Menyouping, because he can go days, months, or even years without saying a word. Maybe it's because everyone around me is leaving one after another, and my heart has become indifferent. Grandpa told me that you can fail when doing things, but you can't fail when there is no second chance, but I feel as if Menyouping has never failed, or maybe he is a failure himself. The fat man persuaded me that I was just like Lin Daiyu, wondering about things all day long. How could there be so much to ponder in this world? Living heartlessly would mean kicking to death, and even if you tried all your tricks, you would die kicking. Anyway, the ending would be the same. You don't care what the f*cking bond in the middle does. I smiled, but actually what I was thinking was that without a bond, I might as well just kick my legs to death. Many times, I can't help but imagine what would happen if an accident happened to one of the three of us? But thinking about it, as long as Menyou Ping is around, I always feel that this kind of thing is impossible. Fat people have a cliché: If the green mountains remain green and the waters will flow, there will be a time for things to come. It makes a lot of sense. If you haven't spent so much time together and experienced life and death, it would be difficult to understand how gentle and desolate the meaning of this cliché is. "Little Third Master, Pan Zi, I don't have the energy to say anything else. Let me protect you one last time. I'm going to see Third Master. You should be smart and give me a good explanation." "I really do. Never kidding." "You take this thing and come to the bronze door, and the door will open. Ten years later, if you still remember me, you can take this thing and open the bronze door. You may still see me inside." I can really feel the feeling that Fatty said, Pan Zi's relief before his death, Fatty's affection for Yuncai, and the helplessness of Menyou Ping. Whenever I fall asleep, I can always see them in front of me, close yet far away. When I wake up again, my lapels are wet with tears. Some people laughed at me for being too crazy, but I nodded. Life is short, and it's just the beginning. Who can tell the difference between the inside and outside of the drama? . We were crazy about the same book, wandered for the same name, and waited for the thousand-year rain break for the same belief. Even if we waited for them all our lives, we never regretted it. Don't be stupid, they don't exist... But, what does this have to do with me? ——From Qian Qiu Zai, a tribute to the Changbai Promise in "Tomb Robbers Notes". The writing is not very good, but it is dedicated to rice. I wish you a healthy life.
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Chapter 37: The author has something to say about the supernatural past in Northeast China
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Chapter 34: The Uninvited Guest The author has something to say
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Chapter 33: The rain falls in the south of the Yangtze River and the willows sound like strings. The author has something to say
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