Chapter 737: Exorcism (28)

Blue Mandala: Exorcism

（28）

Sometimes I feel that the phrase "thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi" can really explain a lot of things, it is not only a comfort, but also a warning.

I still remember that outside the window of my house, my mother said to the mother teacher who was almost the whole school: Don't dare to delay your daughter, I asked someone to calculate, my eldest son will not get married until he is 40 years old.

Thirty years later, which felt very far away, it really came true.

According to my mother, the reason why I didn't get married was because I had a car accident that crushed a girl to death, and a man in their car also died, and everyone said that it was the one who drove the car that died, and the second was very melancholy from then on, and that's how it happened.

I told my husband, and he said, "Those two people went to the underworld to get married, what did it matter to him, how could he be depressed?"

I think maybe everyone's psychological tolerance is different, maybe he, like me, is also lost and has never returned to his true body?

A woman has no soul, no heart and no lungs, and can live happily with a man. Men are different, no woman will marry a man who has no soul.

One day, I entered a space where I wrote a diary in traditional Chinese characters, and I read a random paragraph, and I was very infected, as if it were a two-second pen:

[When I was young, my mother used to go out alone after dinner, and before going out, she would stuff an apple in his hand. When she returned, she found all the lights in the room on, and he was curled up in the corner and asleep with his clothes, the apple still in his hand, and only one or two bites.

When he grew up, he still feared the night, and lived alone in a friend's house on the outskirts of the city, and at dusk he would hear the cries of owls and crows, and the wings of birds vibrating in the silent air, making a noisy and eerie sound. He turned up the volume on the TV and turned on all the lights. In this way, he will feel at ease and will gradually fall asleep.

When I woke up, the light was still on, and the quilt had slid down to the floor, wrinkled into an elegant flower.

Some people say that they are afraid of the night because they are too lonely, and they have been alone like this several times. It is still a walk full of desolation, and it is still the flow of uncertain fate. 】

There are some fatalistic flows that stop at some point. It's like the pain in my body suddenly appeared after 16 years, and I really don't know whether it should be sad or happy. I think if it was fate, then he should have gotten married last year. Mother's words will always come true, even if it is so superstitious and like a lie, it will really be retributed. So as a mother, you really can't speak ill of your child.

My mom used to say I was too slow to do things, and she was able to do it faster than me with her pants. Now this situation is really happening, no matter what I am doing, if there are any words and pictures in my head, I will immediately stop doing things and record those words and pictures first. Sometimes it's just a matter of throwing everything you do out of the clouds.

I just got up at half past 4 o'clock one day to grow vegetables and steal vegetables to raise animals, my husband was not happy, the next day at 4 o'clock, my meter tripped, to 8 o'clock my husband did not find a problem, went to the property to repair. On the third day, the electrician of the property dismantled all the power strips, and it took most of the day to repair them, so I took the opportunity to clean the dead corners and clean the refrigerator. I was tired for a day, and I didn't soak the chicks in millet, and I fed the chicks with feed. As a result, at dinner, I found that a chick had collapsed to the ground and was convulsing, and its cry was already very weak.

Still holding it in the palm of my hand, hoping that it will die warmly. My husband said that the Internet said that the pigeon can be fed milk to raise it, try to feed some milk. So, I broke the mouth of the chick, and my son sucked a little milk through the straw and blew it into the mouth. After feeding two or three milliliters in this way and resting for a while, and after feeding ten milliliters, the chick began to try to stand, and the cry became louder and louder.