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Do you believe in ghosts? I don't believe it, but I believe there is a spiritual compass that we can't see or touch. It keeps spinning in our bodies, splitting countless despicable or noble shadows. They followed us day and night and helped us fight poison with poison. That's why I want to write this story. Yes, this story. Sometimes, I prefer to believe that this is just a story.
At the end of that autumn, a new tenant came upstairs. When I first met Silent, she sat in the suitcase and ate lovely, because the sound insulation in the apartment for the elderly was really not so good, and I always tried to get along with every neighbor. So I smiled at her.
"Where are you from?"
"A city with four seasons like spring." She smiled, her face covered with ice cream.
I nodded politely: "Changchun is a very beautiful city."
Staring at me silently until I avoided her eyes, she lowered her head and sucked the melting cone.
"Let me know if you need help, and I'll live downstairs." I pushed open the door of the public toilet, and then I heard footsteps on the stairs. Here comes the landlord, a middle-aged woman with freckles. Her voice is always shrill. I heard that the tenant accidentally mentioned that the landlord's husband had gone in his early years. ...
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