老人

Dead grandma

The dawn of dawn quietly shone into Xiao Jing's room! Endless darkness is slowly dispelled by light! It was another night when Xiao Jing, who had not slept, sat in front of the computer with red eyes and printed the company reports. The National Day is coming soon!

The shrill singing

When I was young, I liked to listen to ghost stories. When I had nothing to do, I went to uncle Li's house next door and listened to uncle Li's story. In his seventies, uncle Li would often tell me what he had heard or experienced. After hearing most of the stories, I was afraid, but I still liked to listen.