Wang Xiaoming held the largest Sprite bottle in the supermarket and walked silently on the way home, crying in the wind.

The night wind is bleak, and the tears are blown to both sides of the cheeks and the wind is dry.

The music on the phone is played over and over again.

Daolang's rough voice was particularly hoarse in the dark-

"You are my lover, a woman like a rose..."

His hand holding Sprite Bottle shook, and Wang Xiaoming bit his lower lip and tried hard to suck his nose.

He hates women, even more hated women like roses, and most hated the woman like roses snuggled in Chang Haitao's arms!

"Use your hot lips to let me endless ** in midnight..."

The singing continues.

Wang Xiaoming tried his best to hypnotize himself. The woman was hypnotizing Daolang just now, and Daolang**...

"Xiao Ming. Are you back?" The landlord poked his head out of the window on the first floor. "Are you free tonight? My daughter's math..." Her voice automatically silenced when she saw the two red walnuts on his face, "Just solve it yourself. You have more rest."

Wang Xiaoming flattened his mouth and whispered, "Aunt Zhang."

...

"Oh." The landlord's good mood that won more than fifty yuan in the afternoon was ruined in this mournful 'Aunt Zhang', "You go upstairs quickly."

Wang Xiaoming responded quietly and slowly went upstairs.

When he was a junior, he found that he had an unusual relationship with Chang Haitao, and he resolutely moved out of school at that time. Fortunately, the landlord was not expensive to collect the rent for his daughter because he often tutored for math, and he still had more than enough money to use the monthly tutoring money to supplement it.

The house I rented is on the third floor. The lights in the corridor have been broken for several years. Everyone walked up and downstairs in the moonlight, and each had a pair of golden eyes that knew the way in the dark.

Wang Xiaoming walked to the door in a familiar way, and was taking out the key and preparing to open the door. Suddenly, a strong light flashed, and his chest seemed to be shot through, and his whole body was knocked to the wall.

...

Wang Xiaoming stared at the moon outside in a daze, waiting for it to be covered by an alien flying saucer, and then fell down.

But he waited for a long time, and his eyes were getting more and more painful, and the moon was still hanging on it.

He touched his chest, made sure that there was no big hole in it, and then touched Sprite. After confirming that it was intact, he quickly opened the door and entered the house, closed the door and locked it.

From childhood to adulthood, he has been used to being unlucky.

When he walks and hits a telephone pole, is splashed with water, steps on shit, eats flies, cockroaches, hair, and buys things that are almost broken, and the rest are fake... In short, his life is a bad book. Anyone who has been unlucky, he will definitely be unlucky. Anyone who has not been unlucky, he will still be unlucky. The remaining ones will definitely be encountered in the future.

- This is an experience.

So although what happened just now was bizarre, he looked in the mirror and found that his body had not changed much, so he quickly put it behind his head.

Today, I was just worried about Chang Haitao and Haitao's sister-in-law, and I didn't eat anything at the party, and I was so hungry. Wang Xiaoming took out the hard bread that I had been holding for three days and ate it for two bites, poured another glass of Sprite, and walked to the balcony.

"Commemorate my lost love."

He flipped his palm and sprinkled Sprite.

"Damn! Who pees on my head?!" A voice roared below.

Wang Xiaoming immediately squatted down, thought for a while, and shouted in his throat: "It's not urine, it's wine!"

"Stop lying! Which wine is still bubbled?!"

"beer."

“…liar, sweet!”

"How do you know?" Wang Xiaoming was shocked and revealed his original voice.

The man sneered, "Hmph, I want to lie to me? No way! I licked it on the ground."

"..." Wang Xiaoming was shocked by his great spirit of seeking knowledge like Li Shizhen.

The man suddenly spit three times, "I'm so nervous that I actually licked the ground. It's all the stinky brats, you urge me, come down!"

Whoever goes down at this time will be a fool.

Wang Xiaoming was not only not a fool, but also a coward. So he let the man curse down and tiptoed back to the room.

He sat on the sofa and listened to the man scolding in Chinese and English for a long time. Finally, he was exhausted and said angrily: "You little brat, you'd better not let me recognize you in the future! Otherwise, I'll sell you to the galaxy!"

...

There is still a matter of selling people these days?

And where is the Ginza?

Wang Xiaoming thought about it, turned on the computer, and entered the two words "Golden Hall" in Baidu. The various gypsums made him see Kui Xing's love and soft slap.

He searched for a while bored for a while, finally gave up and turned on Diablo's game.

He is the biggest hobby in his life to vent his boss.

No matter how depressed he was, he disappeared when he saw Barr fall slowly in front of him.

"Bar! I want to kill you!" Wang Xiaoming's hand holding the mouse moved quickly.

Although Barr had many skills, it was the burning of mana, the rotten appendage, the illusion of evil, etc., for him, this was simply the last one before his death.

The earth demon, the skeleton...a bunch of little brothers stepped forward to entangle him.

He grinned in front of the screen. Only at this time did he feel that he was an omnipotent warrior.

"Bal...huh..."

"What are you doing?" asked the strange male voice with a smile behind him.

"Battle Bar." Wang Xiaoming replied casually.

...

Three seconds later, the hand holding the mouse froze.

...

For five seconds, he was hesitating whether to turn his head.

Although he had never encountered ghosts in his unlucky life when he walked at night, his unlucky degree has always been keeping pace with the times.

...

Ten seconds later, he decided to look back.

Maybe it was just his auditory hallucination just now.

I heard that people who are heartbroken will have many strange symptoms, and auditory hallucinations are already considered very mild symptoms.

...

In eighteen seconds, his head turned thirty degrees.

...

A minute later, he finally realized that auditory hallucinations and hallucinations were brothers.

On the sofa, a tall and thin man in a black suit was crossing his legs, his thick black hair was slightly curled, and his shoulders were hanging down. His pure Westernized face was aristocratic decadence, and he was looking at him with a smile.

If he were in the movie, Wang Xiaoming might have an appreciation look. After all, this man is outstanding in both appearance and temperament. But... this is his family. This person appeared inexplicably.

"I want to ask a question..." He swallowed.

The man raised his eyebrows.

"Do you... have a shadow?"

The man shook his head.

"Oh." Wang Xiaoming rolled his eyes and fainted straight.

Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes.

The ceiling is still the ceiling, and the light can only light one bulb.

This is his home. I just had a boring dream.

Wang Xiaoming stood up and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he passed by the living room, he saw that the man was still sitting there in his original position, and smiled at him leisurely, "Get up?"

"..." He saw nothing, this was an illusion, an illusion!

Wang Xiaoming continued to walk towards the bathroom.

As soon as he stepped into the bathroom, he found that the scenery in front of him changed and he returned to the living room.

...

He walked again unwillingly.

The result is still the same.

...

Could this be the legendary... ghost hits the wall!

Wang Xiaoming trembled. The sun was shining brightly outside, but his home was full of ghosts... This was really a tragedy of black humor.
To be continued...