Chapter 341: The Body Doesn't Listen

Chapter 34: A Desperate Place [Waru Alan (Mongolian)]

【Introduction】

When I saw the only Dabo in their village, I didn't rashly ask him to give me a paragraph, because I was afraid that it would be unlucky. At that time, the whole village gathered around the bonfire, and I sounded very worried that old Dabo would die and no one would be able to surpass their spirits, and their souls would not be able to return to their hometown.

...... When I drank the fish soup and ate the cakes, I was completely dizzy and dizzy. The midday sun was scorching over my head, and I was still dizzy on horseback. With a shake, the hat on his head fell from the horse's eyes, and the horse galloped......

(1) The body does not listen to the call

The sound of commanding in my head was gone, and the buzzing in my ears was almost inaudible.

So, I took out the pen and paper again.

This is a psychiatric hospital. It's white everywhere, sickly white. I won't be partial to white anymore.

I have a small space to move around, no more than 20 meters in circumference.

I've been used to running for years, but I'm still adaptable and don't have a particularly strong sense of depression. The body does not obey the call, but the heart is still at ease.

Mom told me to go out on the street and I didn't want to go.

This is enviable little jasper. She was only 10 years old. Her mother came to visit her once a week from the countryside, and she could only go out once a week.

The first time I heard the song "I Want to Have a Home", little Jasper wiped my tears with her pale and slender fingers as she sang it.

I quickly learned a few words and sang aloud: "I envy him so much, I can go home when I get hurt." ”

Dr. Chu asked, "Who do you envy?"

Dr. Chu buys snacks every day for the sick people who can't go to the streets. It's rare for her to be so tireless.

(2) Can I rest if my brain is broken?

It took me days to write this, and I had to hide from my mom and the doctor.

They said I had to rest and not use my brain. I wonder if I can rest if I break my brain?

I remember trying to find a way to remind people of something on TV.

It's time to start carrying meals again.

I've got to hurry up and get the bucket hot.

Xihong can't be washed at all, and it's greasy every day.

I've been eating it for more than ten days, and I've gobbled it up every day, leaving my mother dumbfounded.

It feels so good to have a full meal, and the pain in my chest doesn't hurt anymore. I thought it was myocarditis or something like that, but I didn't expect it to be a stomach problem.

When I told my mother that I had fallen and injured myself, she said what a big deal about a fall.

She didn't know that I was grabbing the reins of my horse and drifting on the cliff, I didn't know if it was God's mercy or the instinct to survive that saved me, maybe it was the blessing of the Bodhisattva.

Now I can clearly feel the pain, all on the left side, from head to toe.

No one believed that I was still hurting after two months, and they all thought I was scared silly.

I was obviously not lightly injured, but I kept taking sleeping pills and fell asleep.

It was a little mute and an old township chief who saw me hurt when I fell, and they sent me back to the township government.

There were no roads, no telephones, no other products of modern civilization except for the dim electric lights that dimmed for two hours a night.

I went home and applied the oil to the area where I felt pain, and before I knew it, I had finished a bottle. The whole person smelled weird, and my family thought I was scared crazy.

They did a lot of dojos, such as throwing all the clothes I liked to wear on the side of the road, killing a big red rooster and carrying the head and feet of a dying chicken and spilling chicken blood all over the house, such as splitting my head and covering my face with a thorny branch......