Chapter 138: Destiny Code (3)

(3) The curse of the Ring

In fact, I know very well that the white gold ring, which my grandmother had given me on my finger when I was a child, and some dream-like images of my childhood are still in my mind, and I only need to see people or objects that have disappeared in my life in the past reappear in front of me, as if I had never left. It's just that if you want to think about it, there won't be a trace of the image.

As soon as I saw that clear picture, I was reminded of the image that hung on my left finger when I was a child.

I remember my grandmother saying, "If one day, when you put it on and you can't take it off, you have to go somewhere and find someone to ask where the ring came from."

It's only been a year since I returned to my parents' house from my grandmother's house, and my finger was pinched off by that flip chair, and when I took it out, I saw a bit of skin attached to it, and it immediately bled all over the floor.

The mother immediately tied a rope at the base of her fingers, put the broken one back in its place after stopping the bleeding, sprinkled it with medicinal powder, bandaged it, and then untied the rope to stop the bleeding.

Mother is always so fearless. It is said that when her finger broke, she buried the finger that had fallen on the ground, bandaged the wound with a handkerchief, and carried the chopped firewood home.

When I met my aunt, I found that she, like my mother, had a broken right index finger. It is rumored that the rivers and lakes call it cutting off the idea of blaming others!

My grandmother died when I was six years old, and my mother didn't go to see her off because of the long distance she had to travel shortly after giving birth. One of the things in my father's will that my mother kept the platinum ring and passed it on to me in due course.

My father made it clear that it was safekeeping. It was about 1980 after people stopped shouting that the poorer the more glorious they were, and began to wear gold and silver, and the mother wore the ring, and at first she said that it was passed on to her eldest daughter. Then one day, I was asked to try it, but I couldn't take it off as soon as I put it on. The mother immediately tossed soap, sesame oil and the like for a long time before taking it off. I followed my mother numbly as I did the night my finger was broken. And it's the same swelling and pain as the day the finger was broken.

Soon after, my mother lost the ring.

Strangely, after that, I found that I couldn't resent others in my heart, and the resentful person had an accident in the blink of an eye. No one can speak ill of me, and if I say it, something will happen soon. Injuries can range from minor to fatal.

That year, a young male teacher called my mother "Mother Liu", and I felt a little disgusted, but he had three car accidents in a semester, lost all his teeth, and became a deflated mouth, looking much older than my mother!