Who can tell me a classic humor or joke?

I lost it. . . (XX jokes not suitable for children)

In an ancient mountain village, an ancient village was discovered. Because they have been isolated from the outside world for generations, like people in a paradise, the outside world has a strong interest in them. So a beautiful female reporter went to this backward mountain village to interview the locals.

The subject of her interview was an old man in his 50s. After learning about their isolated life for generations, the female reporter was greatly surprised, and then became curious, so she planned to describe their isolation from the world. The joys, sorrows and joys of life.

"Excuse me, what is the happiest thing that has happened to you over the years?" asked the curious female reporter.

"One winter, the sheep of the third family next door were lost." The old man said.

"The sheep is lost, what's there to be happy about?" The female reporter became even more curious.

"After the sheep was lost, dozens of us went up the mountain to look for it with torches. After searching for three days and three nights, we finally found it in a corner of the back mountain." The old man took a puff of cigarette and squinted. Said with eyes closed and endless aftertaste.

"What happened after you found it?" the female reporter asked curiously.

“It was already very late when we found it, so we set up a tent in the snowdrift to rest. It was very windy outside and we felt very bored, so everyone took turns to get on the sheep. It was so cool! ”

The female reporter obviously felt a little embarrassed and wanted to avoid the topic. So she interrupted the old man and asked if there was anything else he was happy about.

"One winter, the new wife of Lao Ma's family got lost in the mountains." The old man said.

"Have you found it?" the female reporter asked.

"Dozens of us searched for three days and three nights, and finally found it in the corner of the back mountain. So we set up a tent to rest. It was very windy at night in winter, and we were all very bored, so Let’s take turns to fuck Lao Ma’s new wife, it’s so cool.” The old man said, tapping the dry pipe in his hand.

The female reporter felt even more embarrassed. Deciding to avoid the subject, she asked, had there been anything worth grieving in her decades of isolation?

The old man's face suddenly changed, his hands began to tremble, and he could hardly hold the dry tobacco in his hands. Two drops of turbid tears rolled out of his deep-set eyes, his lips trembled several times, and his body seemed to be trembling. After a long silence, he said: "One winter, I lost..."