the last witcher

There has always been a saying in Taoism that anyone with mana will have to suffer from a serious illness before his mana reaches a higher level. It seems that getting sick is a requirement for diligence in Taoism. What's more, some classics point out that, Huang Daxian also suffered from a serious illness before he became a fairy, and he could refine the elixir for immortality after he recovered from his illness, and Liu An, the king of Huainan, succeeded in alchemy only after he was seriously ill. Chicken and Dog Ascension to Heaven was written about this person.The above is my personal summary, not in the content of that midnight chat, the purpose of writing is to let readers know some essentials of becoming a fairy.

I didn’t attain the Tao, let alone become a fairy, but what happened later should be related to this disease. It was when I started my fourth grade of primary school, I got a serious disease—chicken pox.As mentioned earlier, my elementary school teacher is called Yihundan, so I really don’t like going to school. I often find various reasons to pretend to be sick. After a long time of pretending to be sick, the teachers and parents can’t stand it anymore, which leads to many reasons for pretending to be sick. Parents will see through it at a glance, so when I first got chickenpox this time, I said I was uncomfortable, and my mother gave me a look, without saying a word, and sent my father to send me to school.Why!Lying children are eaten by wolves.

It just so happened that the trash can at Mrs. Hou’s house was broken, and my father was working in a metal structure factory. Seeing my father sending me to school, the teacher hinted that he would make her a white steel trash can, and the old man vaguely agreed.Because of the fever, I was in a half-dream and half-awake state that day. Teacher Hou took good care of me because of the trash can. Even if I couldn't answer the questions, he didn't bother me.

The next day, I started to have a fever when I woke up in the morning, and there were many small blisters on my body. My parents were a little panicked, so they asked the older neighbors to take a look. After reading it, I concluded that I had chickenpox. I asked for leave. My homeroom teacher knew that it would take a long time to recover from chickenpox. For her own self-interest, she actually made up many reasons such as my recent decline in academic performance and not paying attention to class. She hoped that I could attend class while sick. Her belongings were simply out of reach due to illness.My mother was dazed by the teacher's coaxing and scaring, and sent me to school to continue my classes when I got home. I can still remember that it was autumn, and I felt chills on my body. It was cold from the inside out of the bones. During the exercise between classes, I asked for leave, but the teacher refused, so I had to do exercises with other students. This is also the main reason why I am crying in the face of the wind.During the period, the teacher also touched my forehead, and I could see from her eyes that she was also very scared. After all, my forehead was hot and I couldn't take medicine, but she still chose ** between ** and conscience.

In this way, I persisted until the fourth day, and a school-wide outbreak of chickenpox began. The principal, team counselors, and grade leaders all began to search for the source, and finally found me.After the school's research and decision, everyone agreed that I must go home. At this time, Teacher Hou stood up, counted my many problems, and finally said, "This kid is a good seedling in the class, and his grades have always been among the top three in his grade." , if her grades drop due to rest due to illness, she will not be responsible.It's still the same sentence, my old man hasn't given what she asked for yet, if I put it back now, wouldn't it be a waste of time to fetch water from the bamboo basket.I really couldn't take it anymore, "I will come back during the final exam. If I don't get the top three in the exam, I will pack up and go home immediately. I won't read it." Maybe it's because I'm getting older and my mind is mature. Stand up and challenge her once.Now when I think back to Teacher Hou's eyes at that time, I am terrified.

So the school sent people to my mother's work place and the brewery in this city to find my mother (the brewery is less than 500 meters away from our school), and asked my mother to pick me up and go home.I had a feeling of October 1949, 10 - I was liberated.During chickenpox, you must pay attention to avoid eating raw and cold food, sweat more, and rest more. You must not squeeze the blisters, which will leave a pit.The funniest thing during this period is that I want to drink soda, but I can’t eat raw or cold ones. The old man boiled soda for me and gave it to me to drink. Soda, as the name suggests, is sugar water with steam. The steam inside is gone, the smell, vomit...

In about half a month, my disease was basically cured, and the blisters on my body turned into black blood scabs, and then the blood scabs slowly fell off by themselves.On the upper side of my left arm, near the armpit, there were three small pits, which were the marks left by the chicken pox that was accidentally crushed.

This time my mother didn't urge me to go to school anymore, I played for a whole semester, it was so cool, that's why I always emphasized that I was not a good student since I was a child (but my grades have always been good).And during this period, the head teacher almost every day made up lessons for the few students with good academic performance in the class. There were two reasons.What was even more ruthless was that before the exam, she actually found a certain secretary-general of the Municipal Education Bureau and got the papers for the final exam of that year from him.Throughout the fifth and sixth grades, we were arranged to make up lessons at the secretary's house, and Mr. Hou could get the final exam papers in advance every year.

After the final exam, I still took the third grade even though the other party knew the exam questions. Just when Mr. Hou was about to give me some shoes to wear, the old man’s things were delivered, and he also brought some fruits. It's the Chinese New Year, and this matter has passed in a muddle.

After recovering from illness and going to school, I was already in the fifth grade of elementary school. Since then, I can sometimes see some strange sights.There is a female colleague in my mother's work unit, nicknamed "Crazy" because she is crazy no matter what she says or does. The funniest thing is that she has grown up so much, and there are people who know some fortune-telling for free on weekdays. Only don't count for her.She herself was also puzzled, so she spent money to find someone under the White Pagoda to count for him, but in the end, every stall asked her horoscope, kept silent about her fate, and saw off the guests.Now when I have nothing to do, I also take her horoscope, line up four pillars, and walk through Liuren. After reading it, I finally understand why everyone doesn't tell her fortune, and why she is crazy.

Her son is in the same school as me, but two grades younger than me. Sometimes after school, I, her son and a few children whose parents work in breweries will go to the unit where their parents work together, sometimes It's taking a shower, and sometimes it's waiting for my parents to get off work.

Usually nothing happened, but when I recovered from the illness, I saw this child with a flattened head, bleeding from the seven orifices, and his body was completely covered with blood. I was frightened at the time, rubbed my eyes, and took a closer look. It's okay, he's still him, I think it's because I'm dazzled, so I don't take it seriously.The next afternoon after school, I was walking towards the school gate, because I had made an appointment with a few children to gather at the gate and go to the parents’ unit together, but there was a commotion at the gate, and then someone shouted, “It’s crushing!” I hurried I ran out and saw the child with his head half under the wheel, with blood all over his body and the ground. At that time, my mind went blank. When the parents in the mother’s work unit heard that the child had been crushed to death, they all rushed over, and the "lunatic" lay on the ground. Crying, I was dragged home by my mother.I still remember that the fate of "Madman" is to be poor all his life and die without children!

That night I dreamed of my brother who died at my old uncle’s house. I remember the last time I saw my brother, his face was pale and he spit water from his mouth, but the image stayed for a short time, just a moment, not as vivid as this time. , At that time, I didn't take it seriously, I thought it was my brother's saliva, until my brother drowned in the swimming pool, and then thinking about what happened today, I woke up from my dream.My parents thought I was scared by the car accident and kept comforting me, but I knew what happened.

After a long time of being uneasy like this, nothing like this happened. My hanging heart finally let go.Until the parent meeting in the first semester of the sixth grade, I saw this situation again.I happened to be on duty that day, and I left a little later. Parents came into the classroom one after another. I found that the parents of a female student surnamed Li were different from other parents.Because it was autumn, I didn’t wear much. The female classmate’s mother was wearing a dress, but there were traces of red on some exposed places such as the neck and wrists, which were very faint. After I rubbed my eyes, they disappeared. After a while, I found a reason to enter the classroom, took a sneak peek, and saw red marks again, and this time it was more obvious than last time. There were many red marks on the exposed parts of the body, and her father had red marks on his neck. One-third of the red traces, but did not see blood or other things, I couldn't figure it out at the time, so I simply didn't think about it.The next day, I intentionally or unintentionally called out to that female classmate, she was careless on weekdays, anyway, I felt she didn't take it seriously, it was going to rain, she was going to get married, let her go.

I didn’t hear anything happened until I graduated from high school, and gradually I forgot about it. Until I was in college, one day in the group of elementary school classmates, someone said that Li Moumou (my female classmate) There was a big accident at home, and it was said that someone outside her mother was discovered by her father. In a rage, her father hacked her mother to death and dismembered her body. The body was not assembled until the end, and her father also wiped his neck and committed suicide.The most uncomfortable thing for everyone was the tragedy that Li found out as soon as she came back from school. After this incident, we will never be able to contact her again.

After talking about this, I want to say one more thing: the so-called appearance of death is the appearance of a person when he dies. In Taoism, it belongs to a kind of supernatural power. There is a difference between nature and nurture, if someone around the judge enlightens you, please pay attention (at least die better).

Time flies, I graduated from primary school, bid farewell to the small bean bag, and went straight to the big school bag. I am going to enter junior high school. This is exactly "spring is not a day for studying, summer is scorching and just sleeping, autumn has mosquitoes and winter has snow, pack your school bag for the New Year."

to be continued