Chapter 477: Cycle of Karma

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When I went to the hospital for an injection, I was allergic, and I was in a coma for seven days. Because my hands could no longer hold the chopsticks, I ate with my hands that had not been washed for seven days......

When my family was told that they would visit me a week later, I was taken to the visiting room after dinner, and as soon as I saw my parents and husband, I immediately knelt down and begged: "I was wrong, I will cook well and pick up the children, and I don't dare to be lazy anymore, please take me out of the hospital......"

A month later, I was discharged from the hospital, and Lao Liang's phone call came home on the same day and said: "You're right -- Changan Automobile has surpassed Dongfeng Motor, and the market of the steel sector is over, what are you going to do in the second half of the year?"

I coughed violently, and the echo of the morning bell echoed in my chest...... In the early days of Lao Liang and I trading stocks in a middle-sized room, Changan Automobile stayed for a long time at about 4 yuan, which was the lowest price stock at that time, but Dongfeng Motor has not been above 15 yuan. I saw that Chang'an had finished absorbing goods, and the top ten circulating shareholders were all institutions, so I told Lao Liang that the market was auto stocks, and the stock prices of Chang'an and Dongfeng were upside down. Chang'an didn't pay ten yuan, so I moved.

A person like Lao Liang who is like a frightened bird naturally has no fixed residence, except for the stock market and Starbucks, I have never seen him anywhere else. Sometimes I think he's deliberately pretending to be mysterious, and he says that my fault is that I'm too transparent, and I shout all over the city before I can do anything.

"I said that you have an enemy, but you don't believe it," Lao Liang said, "why don't you take the opportunity to issue a death notice?"

"It's better to say I'm crazy and can't get out of a psychiatric hospital! I don't want to curse myself. ”

"Haven't I lived a good life?" said Lao Liang.

I thought to myself, what is the strength of a person who has changed his name and surname to live? Isn't it a panic of grievance? Even if he lives in a mental hospital like his index finger, that is also a kind of storage, isn't it?

Fortunately, I was able to turn evil into good luck every time, because I took the initiative to help the cook and participate in the festival cultural performances organized by the hospital, so the dosage was reduced and the allergy symptoms disappeared. No matter what time the doctor asked, I only said that others were good, and did not mention any history of blood and tears. I was really a mentally ill person, but I was so good at acting as a normal person that the doctor issued a discharge notice.

If there really is an enemy, I can still let the enemy live in fear. Sometimes, I really feel like I'm stronger than a man. Of course, these are all performances.

Someone came to the air network and said to write something else, don't write family and friends like this. Actually, I wrote gently enough. It is a completely different feeling when a person endures and narrates. I write about things that I write about as anecdotes, and if someone experiences it for themselves, most of them will die.

For example, when I was a child, my mother asked me to put the food in my bowl at once, and I couldn't change it, so that others could eat what you had caught with your chopsticks, the chopsticks couldn't be inserted in the bowl, the sound of smacking when eating, and the words couldn't talk during the meal, so that others could see the dirty appearance of your mouthful of food...... And so on, all of which I slowly figured out after being slapped and not allowed to eat.

And now, my mother has these problems, can we educate her by slapping her and not being allowed to eat?