Painting of a man standing on a balcony with a blue car

One day, hearing that my mother was ill, I couldn't wait for my son-in-law to go with me, so I came here in embarrassment. It was already night, and the moon was missing, and it was twilight. Gu Jian was in a hurry to catch up. Speed is violence, and the wilderness has no call for help. He hid himself under the white poplars in the ancient tomb, in the arms of Nazan Er, untied his sash and tied his neck, hung out his hair and stuck out his tongue, staring straight at him. When the person is approaching, he counterattacks and sits down. And stare closely, know it's a hanged ghost, startled servants can't afford it. Sister Li ran wildly to avoid it. Compared with the entry, the whole family was horrified, Xu asked the truth, and laughed angrily, Fang Yi asked the neighbors for questioning. The next day, it was rumored that a young man from a certain family had been attacked by a ghost, and the ghost was still following him, raving madly. None of the later medical talismans had been tested, and he suffered from epilepsy for life. traditional Chinese painting

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