A long time ago, it was said that there was such an old couple, male cultivator and female weaver, who respected each other like guests all their lives, although they were more than half a hundred years old, but they were as loving as ever, inseparable, it can be said that the affection of this pair of old Mandarin ducks was once jealous of their neighbors! But the weather was unpredictable, people had bad luck, the old man suddenly fell ill and went west, and on the day of the funeral, the filial piety and the grandson were draped in filial piety, whispering and complaining, and in the spiritual hall there was a black new cypress coffin, and the cigarettes were burning, with a feeling of forbidden terror. Seeing that the old man was going to be buried today, and remembering that she would never see her beloved old man again, the hostess could not help but feel sad, and slowly came to the spiritual hall, as it was often said that there were no tears in the coffin, and the old woman pounced on the coffin when she saw it and cried loudly, while crying, she said: "Oh My God! Why are you tearing up our loving husband and wife? Fuck! From now on, your long cigarette bag will no longer be swept away! I'll knit you cotton socks who will wear them! Fuck! Hello fierce! Why can't you bear to leave me alone? You wait for me and tell me to go with you! ......″。 This old woman is crying! Suddenly, she felt the dead old man pull her into the coffin by the hair, and said in her heart, "Good you dead ghost, I will say, why are you still moving?" So she hurriedly said, daddy! I'm talking to you, look at the love of us when we are alive, you don't take me away! Only to see her struggle to pull out, it turned out that a strand of her own hair was sandwiched in the gap in the coffin board.
