Men really hate that alley, especially at night. It's pitch dark with no light at all. The trees that block out the sun are making all kinds of strange noises, like mocking, sarcasm, or monsters. A sigh of contentment before devouring the food.
Yes, this alley is a huge monster.
A year ago, deep in this alley, a man's wife was "swallowed" in it. The parents of the man's wife wiped away their tears and took their daughter's ashes away with determination, leaving the man facing an empty room and a group of suddenly extra brothers.
These brothers take great care of the men, dragging them out to play cards, drink, and sing. When they are full of wine and food, they will comfort the man and congratulate him with burps: "Brother, you have been promoted and made rich, and your wife has died. You have two things at once. You are so lucky!"
In a daze, a man will also feel that life like this is quite good. No matter how late he plays, no matter how drunk he is, he will not be locked out, and no one will scold him, throw him with things, or make him noisy in the middle of the night. I have a headache, except that my heart feels a little empty like a house, but everything else is perfect. So maybe this is really a blessing?
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