先说一段故事。小时候,我家弄堂口有一间破棚屋,里面放有两口棺材,一到晚上,棚屋里总有窸窸窣窣的声音,很是恐怖。弄堂里的小孩子白天结伴走,晚上不出门。有一回,我和大我三岁的哥看电影,回家已夜深,越往回走心揪得 Let's talk about a story When I was a kid, there was a shabby house in my alley with two coffins. In the evening, there was always a staggering voice in the shack, which was scary. Alley children go hand in hand during the day and do not go out at night. Once, my brother and I were three-year-old brother watching movies, go home late at night, the more go back to heart