Jiang Reel: the ghosts walk at night, and I mingle with them and sing loudly.

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In 1990, it rained heavily and Jiangcheng.

"Be quick. The leader gave us 500000 yuan and let us throw the child away."

In the hazy, the Yellow haired man sat on the old wooden chair with cheap cigarettes between his rough fingers. After smoking, he called the fisherman's second son who was supporting the boat.

The river city is close to the sea. Every typhoon day, the heavy rain lasts for several weeks, and the water level is getting longer. The brothers are in debt and lack money for gambling, so they take risks in the rainy day.

Thinking about it, elder brother impatiently stamped out the smoke star and looked up at the child on the mattress.

Those rich families are really rich. The clothes they wear for children are expensive and beautiful.

The boat is not big, and the beam is very low. Brother Huang Mao sits idle and crans his neck to see the child.

The ghost | beast is that the child hasn't cried since he got on the boat. He's so calm.

A closer look showed that she was not asleep.

The child's brown eyes were shining, but there was a faint light. A bunch of bright red came between her temples and eyebrows. When her originally expressionless face was facing the yellow hair, she suddenly smiled. She had no teeth and no voice.

The boat stopped moving forward. No matter how hard the second man propped the boat, it still stood still, as if it was dragged by something.

"Fuck! What's the matter with the second son!"

He bent over and climbed toward the bow. Just when he got to the bow, he saw only one eye. The blue viscous object hit his eyes.

The boss screamed, and then the blue liquid from the mouth to the lungs to the whole body.

For a time, the thunder accompanied by the rain became louder and louder, and the ships began to swing around. They lost their direction on the moat and gradually became small.

**

In 2108, Tangshan village was a small mountain village outside the 18th Jiangcheng line.

It is summer, the sunny season, but in the early morning, the air is filled with chills.

The girl was sitting by the stream, her thin white fingertips clasping a bamboo pole, her left hand supporting her chin, her eyes half narrowed, and her long and dense eyelashes were shining in the sun, leaving mottled shadows.

During this period, Jiang Reel yawned a few times, looking bored, waiting for the fish to bite.

It was an empty bamboo pole with no thread, hook or bait.

Ten minutes later, more than ten crucian carp jumped into the red plastic bucket.

...

"Little Reel, I got up early today and caught so many fish!" After breakfast, grandma Cao walked and chatted with the people behind her on the road.

Seeing the little girl coming, Xiaomi | Mi came close, followed by a group of old ladies and gentlemen who usually dance square dance.

"Yes, grandma Cao." Jiang Reel nodded, his tone a little distant but polite.

She carried a bucket in her right hand, and the bamboo pole was not on her. She put her hand on the brim of her hat, pressed it slightly, and stuffed all her hair into it.

There are a lot of people. I wonder if there are enough fish in these days.

Jiang Reel raised his eyes and pressed his eyebrows. She will go out to buy fish fry tomorrow. When can she change his bad character.

They are not philanthropists, and they have no obligation to support those old people.

Jiang Reel was still thinking and raised his eyelids. The old men and women surrounded the red bucket one step in advance, and the green eyes twinkled.

"Rumbling, can you give grandpa Liu a fish?"

"Reel, give grandma Zhang a little fish!"

"Rumbling, Grandpa Li, I haven't replenished my spiritual power for a long time."

"..."

Jiang Reel looked at the group of old demons changing into the prototype, dark, red and yellow. She silently put down the bucket: "Grandpa and grandma, share the food. Grandma Cao, please make these fish bigger. I have to go ahead."

After that, Jiang Reel turned sideways and walked to the bottom of the mountain.