A knock on the door stirred me out of my dream, and I saw through the cat's eye that it was my landlord, Uncle Wang, an uncle with a lot of houses. I'm curious, this is only the 6th, not the time to pay the rent. Opening the door, the uncle said, "Have you seen the woman next door to you lately?" "No, I've been very busy lately, I haven't paid attention to this, what's wrong, Uncle Wang, "I'm very curious." It's okay, it's okay, you get busy first, I'll come back in a few days. ”
Uncle Wang left after he finished speaking, and I didn't think much about it, so I continued to sleep, but I didn't expect that this was my last peaceful sleep.
![Some people say that Cao Cao was not a cruel man, on the grounds that he once wrote that "white bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no chicken chirping for thousands of miles." The people are left behind, and the words are broken" such a poem! Poetry is the high state of the heart[fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)