In fact, Ding Luoluo is not alone. She also has a ninety year old grandmother, whom Jiang Xiao and Yuan Wei call "old fairy". Ding Luoluo's parents went out to celebrate their 12th wedding anniversary when Ding Luoluo was ten years old. Ding's father drank and insisted on driving, so he and Ding's mother went up to the sky to be birds of prey. Grandma Ding cried for two days before saying to Ding Luoluo, "They left happily, so let's live happily too." Ding Luoluo and Jiang Xiao attended the same school and class when they were twelve years old. After a year, Yuan Wei also came to this class at this school, and the three became friends. Jiang Xiao and Yuan Wei both agree that Grandma Ding is healthier and more fond of dressing up as she lives, so they call her Old Fairy. Upon hearing this, Grandma Ding was even more proud.
Ding Luoluo went to bed as soon as it got dark. Yuan Wei's bed is so soft, Ding Luoluo feels like she's lying on a cloud. Unfortunately, a gust of wind came and the clouds dispersed, causing Ding Luoluo to fall down. Ding Luoluo got out of bed, closed the window tightly, and went back to sleep.
The sound insulation effect of this window is really good. The room is quiet, and Ding Luoluo seems to hear dust falling to the ground one by one. And just then, a woman's crying drifted up. Ding Luoluo sat up in a daze, his palms sweating profusely. There is indeed a woman crying, whimpering and continuous. Ding Luoluo shrunk to the corner of the bed and thought to himself, 'I am a proud camel who never dies from hunger or thirst, but now I have been calculated to death by Yuan Wei.'.
The woman's crying grew quieter and quieter, and by the end, Ding Luoluo couldn't hear it even with his ears up. Ding Luoluo shrank into a ball all night, and only breathed a sigh of relief and fell asleep at dawn.
The third rate magazine finally called. Editor in chief Yao said, "I said, Ding Luoluo, you really can handle it. Don't you want to eat this bowl of rice anymore?" Ding Luoluo was awakened by the phone call and asked in confusion, "Who are you? Which bowl of rice am I eating?" The other party shouted, "I'm Editor in chief Yao." This shout made Ding Luoluo scream from the bed to the ground. Editor Yao is a typical middle-aged man with a big belly, little hair, wearing gold rimmed glasses, and furrowed brows all day long, as if he is busy with various tasks. Ding Luoluo muttered, "Editor in chief, editor in chief, can you give me another chance?" The other person slowed down their tone and said, "Well, let me tell you, Luo Luo, can you keep up with the pace of the times and write some adult novels? Your childish children who blush when you hold hands are no longer popular
Ding Luoluo still hasn't turned on the computer. She went directly to her old home, Yuan Wei's new home.
Yuan Wei was holding bread in her mouth and a manuscript in her hand, while Ding Luoluo watched as the breadcrumbs fell line by line into Yuan Wei's keyboard crevices. Ding Luoluo got straight to the point: "Why are there women crying in your house?" Yuan Wei gritted her teeth and hit half a piece of bread on the keyboard. Did you hear it too? "Yuan Wei continued," Sometimes I cry, sometimes I scream, like we're arguing again. "Ding Luoluo paced back and forth," How could you rent such a house? "Yuan Wei picked up the bread on the keyboard and continued eating," How could I know? When I rented it, I didn't hear any rumors about ghosts or monsters. "Ding Luoluo thought to herself," That's right. The housing prices in this' Tianyuan 'are almost soaring to the sky, with big and small news surrounding it, sometimes saying it's good and sometimes saying it's bad, but I've never heard of it being haunted.
Ding Luoluo asked again, "How long has that ghost been living here?" Yuan Wei seemed indifferent and said while typing, "It won't be long, it's just * * day." Ding Luoluo made a fake move to hit Yuan Wei in the back of her head and left. Yuan Wei didn't even stand, so she shouted, "Go slow
Ding Luoluo glanced at the neighbor and saw that the blacksmith had not yet started work, and there was a silence. Ding Luoluo felt regretful: he had moved into the haunted house, and the blacksmith had become lazy as well.