Chapter 3387: Cry

Luffy smiled, "It's really not easy, I finally returned to the previous plot. By the way, I also want to hear the story of the head who can sing."
Mo Yue smiled bitterly, "This old Jia, it's a bit interesting, he actually reads ghost stories to relieve his lack of refreshment, this kind of person is really rare in the world."
Lu Fei smiled, "The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds, so you have to adapt to people like Lao Jia."
The village chief smiled, "Well, you two stop now, and you should continue to listen to me. Old Jia coughs and coughs. This is a ghost story, but also pays attention to a fate. For example, the ghost stories on the Internet, Hai There are millions of ghost stories in a casual search. With so many stories, the quality is definitely uneven. Not only can you not get rid of the lack of ghost stories with low quality, you may get more and more sleepy. On the contrary, there is one This kind of hypnotic effect. So we must look for high-quality ghost stories, the kind that can scare people's backs, Emma, ​​that is the kind that after reading it, yelling out, the taste is like eating hot pot in winter , Eating ice cream in summer is absolutely sour and refreshing. For example, the story of that person who can sing is really cool. I can recite that story now. The story happened just before liberation, at that time, The large courtyard where the residents live in the city is the kind where many people live in one courtyard. Normally, the old neighbors live in the courtyard. They know each other and come in and out all the time. Saying hello to each other is like a family, and the relationship is very harmonious. But there is such a yard, and the yard is full of foreign households, and these foreign households do not know where they came from. Anyway, who is it? Both, since it’s the yard where the migrants live, they must be unfamiliar with each other, so they don’t know much about each other. When they meet each other, they just nod their heads. Since there is little communication with each other, the neighbors live I don’t even bother to inquire about them. Anyway, they live in different places. The people in this courtyard do everything, but basically they work odd jobs in factories in the city. At that time, migrants were looking for jobs. It is very difficult. Generally speaking, formal units only recruit local people to work. Those who do not have a local household registration will not be hired. Therefore, the migrants can only go to those informal small factories. In fact, it is not a factory. At best, it is a Small workshops, working in small workshops, to support their families, barely make ends meet. There are also a few small businesses in the yard, the kind that set up a small stall and sell some flowers, or sell marshmallow candied haws pancakes and fruits. They are all small businesses that can't make money, and don’t die from starvation. They make up for food. Compared with other large courtyards around, the people in this courtyard are the most mixed. Because in the surrounding courtyards They live in old local households with no foreign population. Foreigners are not as good as locals. Locals who stay at home will never die of starvation even if they don’t have a job, because locals live in their own houses and don’t have to pay rent. This saves you a lot. No matter what age, rent will always be the biggest expense. Therefore, locals can relax and brag and watch TV when they come home from work, while out-of-towners who have worked hard all day are exhausted when they return home. I don’t have the strength to eat, and I almost fall asleep. Because it’s hard to find a job, only local people are hired for easy jobs. Outsiders do the dirtiest, tiring and hardest jobs, such as sweeping the road. Cleaning the toilet, or just being a spiderman and cleaning the building. Local people will never touch this kind of work. If you want to survive, you can only do work that the locals don’t want to do. This kind of work Very hard Suffering, so at night, the courtyard here was quite quiet, and before ten o'clock, all the lights were turned off to sleep. Because I'm too tired, I have to go to bed early, and I have to work in the morning tomorrow morning. There was a young man named Chen Wu in the yard who was doing five at home, and everyone called him Xiaowu.
This little Wu has been in the city for quite a while, just can’t mix with a daughter-in-law, so he can only do it by himself. Xiao Wu was in his early twenties at the time, like all the young guys from other places, doing odd jobs everywhere, here Do it, do it there, go where there is more money. That's how it goes. By the way, that night, Xiao Wu slept soundly, and was suddenly awakened by urine. He immediately sat up, turned on the light, opened the door, and went out. It was too late to go to the hut. Anyway, it’s late at night, in the courtyard. Everyone is asleep, walk directly to the root of the wall, take out and sprinkle. This was holding back for a long time, and it was screaming, and it was so happy. After finishing the small five, walk back contentedly. At that time, the courtyard was pitch black and there was no moon that night, as if it was overcast again, with dark clouds covering the stars. The people in the courtyard worked hard all day, all turned off the lights to sleep, and the only light on in the entire courtyard was Xiao Wu's house. At that time, Xiao Wu took a big stride and was about to go back to sleep. He secretly cursed himself for not having a long memory, but drank so much water before going to bed that caused the night to wake up now. All the good dreams are interrupted. Now I carefully review the dream just now, and laughed stupidly. Xiao Wu actually dreamed that he married a wife just now. Isn't it a great thing for a pauper like him to have a wife? In the dream, Xiao Wu was wearing a groom’s dress, stretched out his trembling hand, and excitedly unveiled the bride’s red hijab. Emma, ​​the bride looked like a handsome, white reunion face, crescent eyes with a smile, and smiled. There are neat and white broken rice grains, which is not too beautiful. Xiao Wu looked at the bride, smiling from ear to ear. The bride shyly smiled at Xiao Wuyi until Xiao Wu's bones were crisp. Xiao Wu smiled bitterly, hehe, what a dream. Unfortunately, it's just a dream. Xiao Wu sighed and walked back. However, he just walked to the door of his cabin and was about to enter. Suddenly heard crying from behind. The cry was very small at first, and then it became louder. The cry was sad and sad, and I heard Xiaowu’s scalp numb. After all, it was a big night, not very cold. I heard someone crying. It's really uncomfortable. Xiao Wu could have turned around and went into the house and went to sleep, but the cry made him a little bit unable to let go. It was obvious that it was a woman crying, a woman crying in the middle of the night, if it weren't for being wronged, why would a woman be in the middle of the night? Doesn't sleep, cry so miserably? Xiao Wu was originally a single Wang. Single Wang was more sensitive to women because there was no woman around. So he heard that the woman was crying miserably, Xiao Wu immediately felt compassion and planned to go forward and see what happened. Advise the woman to stop crying. Making up his mind, Xiao Wu immediately turned around and walked in the direction where the cry came. "