Chapter 772: Exorcism (63)

Blue Mandala: Exorcism

（63）

I don't deny that I am more vicious, although I have not done anything bad, but where did I put the curse from the beginning, who dared to touch my things--"Immediately my hand was broken, and I was hit by a car and killed when I went out! Within a year, the whole family died; within two years, the family died; within ten years, his (her) nine clans will disappear forever from the earth!"

Curse this thing is so effective, even I am afraid of myself, and I will never dare to peep at other people's men. Excluding non-virgins from sight, it is not so easy to get out of the wall or be deceived. I think it's a wise choice.

To tell the truth, people live only one breath, whether it is natural disasters** or disease, hunger and cold, they will knock people down. When you can't stand up on your own, what's there to worry about? So, I insist that my principle is my own business, and I can't ask anything of anyone else, or even hope for anyone else.

If you can't even fulfill your own wishes, how can you talk about giving others happiness? Some people regard helping others as happiness, and to be honest, I often help others, but I am very reluctant, I don't feel happy, but I add more trouble. Because some people think that they are closer to my relatives and should be helped, and think that I am mentally ill, they will not be able to distinguish between good and bad and distant relatives.

So good, I'm mentally ill, it's good that I can support myself, right? I hope you don't have any requirements and hopes for me, and live your own little life. If you come to visit, and provide shelter and food, but you can no longer encroach on my time for me to be my guide, and you do not expect me to visit you, what glory can a psychopathy bring you?

Only disasters like the 5.12 Wenchuan earthquake can wake me up: I must restrain my thoughts and feelings, not be tempted by fame and fortune, and avoid suffering.

In fact, all the things I have done to be a good wife, a good mother, and a good person are just to gain a good reputation for myself, and it is really not worth boasting about. I gave up my job just to stop chasing fame and fortune, and there was no need to be blamed.

Since I started chatting with Q last summer, I have been more reluctant to talk to strangers, usually women, I say I don't like women, for those in Beijing, I say that my husband does not allow me to chat with people in Beijing, and for outsiders, I say that it is too far away and I am afraid of trouble. As the saying goes, when people reach middle age, everything is off, and I don't want to be disturbed anymore and I don't want any accidents to happen, these are just excuses for me to refuse to chat.

But it backfired. After all, in the Taiping era, there were too many people who were leisurely, and if I wanted to write, I couldn't avoid being judged by others. I'm going to read other people's blogs, and it's inevitable to have different opinions. Although I rarely read and leave messages now, there are still some pains there, and I don't know whether to delete them or not.

Some of them were reported to me by my husband, but I didn't see them, and I rarely looked back and sent them. I don't know what the journal and comments would make in the eyes of others, if anyone sees them once in a while, or if the person who left the comment would care if they were deleted or not. I usually follow my husband's advice, after all, my online age is only a fraction of his, and his views on everything are different from mine.

Recently, I felt that he was surprisingly well-behaved, so I asked: "Do you really think that chatting will produce love, and you are very worried?"

"Not very worried, very worried," he said. ”

Then he hung his arms and went back to work. What he did was to crawl on the ground and wipe the floor with his palms. I said, "What is this for?" He said, it's much easier to wash your hands than to wash your rags.