Zhang Aihong just sat on the ground and howled, how could she know that three female ghosts were watching her next to her.

Bai Xiaojuu said, "Ah, two sisters, do you think this aunt is actually quite poor."

Zeng Yuqing said, "Poor shit! Who told her to marry a beast like Lao Zhou, it's because she doesn't have eyes."

The little nurse said, "But she is so stupid. She waited ten years for the old Tuesday, changed another woman, and remarried long ago."

Zhang Aihong's crying, Lao Zhou, who was hiding in the abandoned house, naturally heard it clearly. For a long time, his wife Zhang Aihong's hoarse cry was his nightmare.

So that Lao Zhou, who was originally lying on the cold floor with his eyes closed, heard Zhang Aihong's cry and immediately sat up, "Huh? Isn't this Zhang Aihong's voice? This crazy woman Zhang Aihong found here? Which nerve is she wrong again?"

Hearing his wife crying outside, where can Lao Zhou sit still? He also knew that with Zhang Aihong's personality, since she could touch here and couldn't find herself, she would never stop. So now, he can only hide and stay away from her.

On the other side, Zhang Aihong was sitting on the ground crying and howling, talking about Lao Zhou, nothing more than saying that Lao Zhou was sad, ignored her, and let her fend for herself.

The three female ghosts looked at her coldly, to see what she planned next.

Zhang Aihong cried and cried, and suddenly found a small flat box on the window sill of the broken house next to her. She wiped away the tears, stood up, grabbed the small box, and took a look at the moonlight and found that it was a matchbox.

Zhang Aihong opened the matchbox and found that there was a box full of matches. Under the window sill, there was also an empty cigarette box. This box of matches and the empty cigarette box specified which smoker dropped it.

Zhang Aihong picked up the empty cigarette case and touched it, and found that there was no dust on the cigarette case.

She took out a match and wiped it bluntly. The match illuminates the surroundings, and the warm heat flows to the palm of her hand.

It seems that the head of the match is not damp either. It can be seen that the match and cigarette case must have been thrown here not long ago.

Zhang Aihong stared at the bright flame from the match, and immediately had a new idea in her heart.

Perhaps because of his son Zhou Xiaoguang’s extreme obsession with flames in his dream, Zhang Aihong also discovered that the flames are actually really beautiful. The yellow flame heart and the red flames really make you love the more you look at it.

The little nurse said, "Auntie is holding a match, what are you going to do?"

Zeng Yuqing hissed, "What's the matter with her, let's continue watching the show, now the crazy woman comes to the door to see what Lao Zhou will do."

Bai Xiaojuu said, "But two elder sisters, do you think the aunt's eyes staring at the flame are very wrong? How do I think she is staring at a rose."

Zeng Yuqing sneered, "She is a mad woman, everything will be reflected in her eyes in a distorted form, who knows what she is thinking when looking at the flame now."

Just when Lao Zhou decided to walk away quietly, he suddenly heard Zhang Aihong cry again.

"Lao Zhou, are you sure you can't come out, are you? Now, I count three times. If you don't come out again, I will give these broken houses right away."

When Lao Zhou heard this, he almost sat on the ground without being scared. He said, Grandma, I am now a fugitive wanted by the police. The only hiding place is these broken houses. If you order the house here, don't call in the police right away. If the police come, I won't even have a place to live. I really have a dead end.

Lao Zhou hurriedly walked to the window of the ruined house and looked at Zhang Aihong in the moonlight with a lot of emotion in his heart.

In a blink of an eye, he and his wife Zhang Aihong haven't seen each other for 20 years.

Twenty years have passed. Except for her hair turned white, Zhang Aihong hasn't changed much, her figure is not out of shape, and her appearance has hardly changed. She still looks as beautiful as she was twenty years ago, with nothing on her face. wrinkle.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the madness that scared Lao Zhou in her.

At this moment, Zhang Aihong stared at the burning match in her hand, not knowing what she was thinking.

Her silence made Lao Zhou feel creepy, because her silence also heralded that in the next second, she would have an astonishing outbreak.

Lao Zhou stared at her with wide eyes.

Zhang Aihong blew out the flames and threw the match on the ground.

Then, Zhang Aihong bent down and gathered the dead branches in the woods into a pile, and then piled the dead branches into a dilapidated house opposite to Lao Zhou. Because this place was not cleaned for a long time, the ground was full. It is withered branches and thorn bushes.

It turned out that Zhang Aihong struck a match just now and found that the ground was full of dead branches, which made her secretly happy. Isn't this dead branch the best firewood?

Without much effort, Zhang Aihong piled up a lot of dead branches in the ruined house.

These dead branches have been piled on the ground for a long time, and they have dried out long ago. Once they are ignited, the consequences will be disastrous.

After Zhang Aihong piled up a lot of dead branches in the ruined house, she finally stopped with satisfaction.

"Lao Zhou, now I count three times. If I count to three and you still don’t come out, I’ll order these broken houses! I now understand why our son Xiaoguang loves flames. The flames are so beautiful. I I’m starting to fall in love with flames. I’m going to light all these houses. Old Zhou, if all these houses are on fire, the burning flames would be so spectacular and beautiful. It’s a pity that Xiaoguang is not here. If he is there, he will definitely Very happy. Now I ordered these houses, I want to see the beautiful flames."

After Zhang Aihong finished speaking, she wiped the ground and lit a match, and said, "1——2——3——"

As soon as the word 3 was exported, Zhang Aihong made a gesture to throw the burning match on the pile of dead branches.

Upon seeing this, Lao Zhou immediately hugged Zhang Aihong from the broken house.

Zhang Aihong was taken aback and struggled desperately, "Let go of me! You stinky beggar, take advantage of my old lady. My old lady is a master. If you dare to bully me, be careful that my husband is not polite to you. He is from the Cine Studios. Commander, once he catches you, he will let you go to the police station to eat in prison."

Lao Zhou hugged his wife, crying, "Aihong, it's me, I'm Lao Zhou."

Zhang Aihong was hugged by a dirty and stinky dry old man, originally in a cold sweat, shame and annoyance. But hearing the dry old man's mouth, but his familiar voice, I couldn't help being dumbfounded.

She has been missing this voice for twenty years, and she has been familiar with it and can no longer be familiar with it. Isn't it the voice of her husband Lao Zhou?

In shock, the burning match fell on the ground.

Lao Zhou took advantage of the situation and stamped it out.

"Aihong, please, don't click on these broken houses. If you click on the houses, I won't even have a hiding place."

"Lao Zhou? Is it really you? But how did you make it like this?"