Every village has its own customs, and every place has its own stories. But how different are the people in each place? They should all be similar.

In the story of Xie Chunping's mother, Xie Chunping's brother became a child possessed by an evil spirit due to a funeral.

The responsibility must also be attributed to the village across the river, because that village had too solemn ceremonies and the habit of burials in the middle of the night.

"It's a willow tree. Someone was buried across the street that day. He insisted on going up the mountain to see the stars. He didn't come back after 11 o'clock in the evening. When he came back the next day, he looked like this. You know that no one ever goes to those willow trees.

After planting, a willow tree will grow when a person is buried. If someone is entangled in a willow tree that has just sprouted on the mountain at the time of burial, wouldn't it mean that the person is no longer a person, and the willow is no longer a willow."

Xie Chunping's mother's eyes were blurry when she told this kind of story. She was just like the scaring masters in the village. In some places, these people were called "Big Mac rope jumpers", and in other places, they were called "Big Mac rope jumpers".

"Great God" or "Master".

Liubuliu is a local dialect in Heping Village. Only the locals know that Liubuliu means ghost or not.

Xie Chunping still remembers eating eighteen pickled cabbage dumplings, then walking through the farmland to see his cousin over there.

Xie Chunping will never forget the scene at that time, and he will never forget it for the rest of his life.

The cousin's name was Pan Long. Master Murakami said that the child's name was a bit too much, so he would attract evil spirits, so he burned some grass and ground it into powder, which he said was mixed with water.

There is also something special about this water. You have to put a jar of water on the table at twelve o'clock on the fourteenth night of the lunar calendar every month. No one can touch it. At twelve o'clock on the fourteenth night, you take the water to the yard and let the moon shine.

Leave it on all night long, but if you can't get any light before the sun comes out, you have to go back to the house and avoid the light, then wake the child up, pour the powder into the water, and drink it without leaving a drop.

In this way, unclean things can be driven away.

This would be easier in the south, but in the north, during the Chinese New Year, how difficult is it to leave a jar of water under the moonlight overnight without freezing?

The master could do it. The master charged my aunt 20 yuan, which was not expensive at all. He sold her a small dark jar with a small mouth and told her to put pure water directly into the jar and then wait for the time to pass.

Just before leaving the next day, my aunt was doubtful and went to the yard to get a jar wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket. It turned out to be a jar of unfrozen water.

Thank God.

So my aunt happily took out the herbs she bought for 200 yuan from the drawer, poured them into a jar, stirred them, and gave them to Xie Chunping's cousin to eat.

When my cousin saw Xie Chunping, he was still vomiting, and almost his entire face was so thin that he looked emaciated.

He said he wanted to go back to school, but he didn't have the energy and didn't dare to leave the room.

After Xie Chunping returned home, he told his mother that something was wrong and he should take his cousin to the hospital in the city to have a checkup. If this continued, people would die.

But the mother said that her aunt would not go to the hospital. She would rather lock up her son and raise him for the rest of his life than release him and let others laugh at him.

How could you hide this?

Something Xie Chunping didn't expect was that he really hid it. During the winter vacation of his senior year, Xie Chunping came home. His cousin no longer kept him in the room with chains because he was already sallow and thin and had no strength. When he saw Xie Chunping

When he came, he seemed to want to talk about some outside things, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he shook his head, as if he had no energy to speak, and he seemed not sure whether to speak or not.

Of course, Xie Xiaofei will definitely not be the same as his cousin, but when Li Xiaoyun asked him this just now, Xie Chunping was really a little scared. Speaking of which, can this weird problem be inherited?

No, Xie Chunping shook his head and suddenly hugged his son tightly in his arms.

Dad will take you to the hospital. If you are sick, we will go to the hospital for treatment.

Xiaofei gradually became quiet in Xie Chunping's arms. The continuous tremors became once every few minutes, and the continuous weird shouts also became every few minutes.

Xie Chunping tried to help his son re-read the Chinese text of the day. Xie Chunping taught Xiaofei twice about the unfamiliar word "ba", and Xiaofei knew it.

There's no problem, there's no problem with your IQ, maybe you're just a little restless or frightened.

Maybe there is no illness at all.

Xie Chunping took out his mobile phone and looked through the friends in WeChat from beginning to end. Who could he ask about such a thing? There was no one.

Xie Xiaofei did his math homework very slowly. Although his accuracy rate was not low, his answer speed was too slow. Xie Chunping carefully observed his son doing his homework on the sofa. For addition and subtraction within ten, it should be 2

Minutes are enough to complete the task, but when Xie Xiaofei writes a number, it will be erased with an eraser, and when he writes a number, he will erase it with a pencil many times.

It was obviously just a number, so Xie Xiaofei didn't know what he was struggling with.

Xie Chunping, who just now believed that his son's IQ was fine, began to wonder if he had made a mistake.

When writing English, Xie Chunping began to believe that Li Xiaoyun's irritability and despair were justified. Xie Xiaofei wrote a line of English, a very simple sentence, and the four words involved in it were really taught by Li Xiaoyun since Xiaofei was in middle school.

His, "thisapenil."

Xie Xiaofei spent 20 minutes rewriting this line of sentences and four words. After 20 minutes, he spent another 10 minutes writing penil.

The p he wrote is q, and vice versa.

Xie Chunping thought that this kind of thing really couldn't be taught. He could only repeat to Xie Xiaofei over and over again, this is p and that is q.

Time flies when teaching children, but the progress of children is exactly the opposite of time.

Xie Chunping was exhausted, and Xie Xiaofei actually looked even more uncomfortable.

"Do you really not like reading?" Xie Chunping rubbed the rubber with his right hand vigorously, suppressing the anxiety in his heart, and asked patiently: "Xiao Fei, you were very smart, well-behaved and sensible when you were a child, why are you now

Have you become so unmotivated?

Dad doesn’t ask you to get 100% in every test. Dad just asks you to complete the homework you should complete and read the texts you should read aloud correctly in class. Can’t you do this? "

Xie Xiaofei wanted to complain and say that he had worked very hard, but he didn't know what was going on and he didn't know how to write these things well.

He didn't know why he made such a sound, why he was angry or unhappy.
Chapter completed!