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"One time, I was going to go out to do business. Before leaving, I said to her casually, "Waiting for the master here, if you don't wait for the master, the master may get lost and can't go home."... Then she waited and waited forever, from dark to dawn, and from dawn to dawn. No matter how Uncle Ming advised her, she refused to move, and stood there for a day and a night. When I came back, she smiled and cheered. "The master came back, "I took it and fell down and had a high fever for three days..." Perlangodo opened his eyes, with a look of memories in his eyes: "...that smile is the best I have ever seen. I have taken her with me wherever I have gone..."

"...If you lie to her again and again, will she not be angry?"

Perlangodo said in a tone: "I'm still angry, but no matter how many times I have deceived her or how many losses she has suffered, I will follow my trust next time. This is the case when I was a child, and it will still be like this when I grow up. Maybe it will be like this for the rest of my life..."

The atmosphere was a little quiet for a moment.

The man asked, "Why did that happen at that time?"

Perlangodo smiled: "What's the reason? If you don't understand what you'll say."

"Why did you stop those two people from meeting each other? You even took the reputation of "traitor". If it weren't for that girl protecting you, you would probably have died at the hands of that young man..."

"If you die, just die. I have lived for so long and I am still worthy of my life." I couldn't tell whether it was true or false.

"I really don't understand what you are thinking. I don't even know which side you belong to... But I still want to persuade you that such hatred will never be resolved one day, and one side will eventually die. At that time, you... are so willing to do it yourself."

The smile on Perlangodo's face was a little dull like an illusion. He said something else in a lazy tone: "...Do you know? Actually, my girl is a coward. When she killed someone for the first time, she hadn't slept for a whole week. She slept on the bed and covered her head tightly with a quilt. She was not afraid of heat in the summer, but was afraid that when she opened the quilt, the two dead "ghosts" faces would scare her to death. In the end, she probably couldn't hold it in. She called me, the sixteen-year-old girl was crying so miserably, shouting "Master, help me..."

"There are still people who believe in ghosts and gods in this era?"

Perlangodo's tone paused for a moment: "Because when I was a child, I told her that when a person died, he would become an evil ghost, and he came to avenge the person who killed them... and told her a very interesting ghost story..."

"..." Suddenly I didn't know what to say, what kind of tutoring is this.

"Tell you that ghost story. A couple quarreled. The woman jumped off the building and committed suicide. Before she died, she told the man that she would come to him for life. Then she jumped from the tenth floor and was crushed to pieces. The man was frightened and went to the temple to ask for help. The monk told him that the female ghost died after jumping off the building and that as long as he hid under the bed, it would be fine, but the man forgot to say something..."

The hairs around the people were standing up behind them, and they couldn't hide their curiosity: "...what's the matter?"
Chapter completed!