Joke asks the hometown of night.

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

The object of her interview is an old man in his fifties. After learning about their isolated life from generation to generation, the female reporter was greatly surprised and then curious, so she planned to describe the joys and sorrows of their isolated life.

"Excuse me, what's your happiest thing these years?" The curious female reporter asked.

"One winter, the third sheep next door was lost." The old man said.

"What's so happy about losing a sheep?" Female reporters are more curious.

"After the sheep was lost, dozens of us went up the mountain with torches, searched for three days and three nights, and finally found it in a corner of the back mountain." The old man smoked a cigarette, narrowed his eyes and said with endless aftertaste.

"What happened after I found it?" The female reporter asked curiously.

"It was very late when we found it. We camped in the snow. It's windy outside, and we're bored, so we take turns getting on the sheep. Cool! "

The female reporter obviously felt a little embarrassed, and she wanted to avoid this topic. So she interrupted the old man and asked if there were any other happy things.

"One winter, the new daughter-in-law of the old horse family in front lost her way in the mountains." The old man said.

"Did you find it?" The female reporter asked.

"We found dozens of people for three days and three nights, and finally found it in the back corner. So we put up a tent to rest. It was windy in winter, and we were all bored, so we took turns to fuck the new wife of the old horse family, not to mention how cool it was. " The old man said, knocking on his pipe.

The female reporter felt even more embarrassed. She decided to avoid this topic, so she asked, is there anything to be sad about these decades of isolated life?

The old man's face suddenly changed, his hands began to tremble, and he could hardly catch his cigarette. Two turbid tears rolled out of his sunken eyes, his lips trembled a few times, and his body seemed to be shaking. After a long silence, he said, "I lost it one winter ..."