Grandma was praying piously under the power of the stove and grandma, and grandma carefully pounded a white cloth with chopsticks with one hand.

"Grandpa Zao, you should appear quickly! Look at my child, is he lost? If he is lost, just hold this white cloth!" Grandma patiently prayed to Grandpa Zao, and her mother stared at Grandpa's behavior and smiled, as if she didn't believe it. And I was curious about how Grandpa Zao Zao appeared.

After grandma's prayer over and over again, Grandma's stove and grandma really showed its power. The white cloth on the chopsticks was inexplicably held by a magical power. Mother was stunned immediately. I had already widened my eyes and couldn't believe it would be a realistic scene. Grandma smiled, just smiled faintly, and then said to us as if nothing had happened: "I'll say that our child is lost! Do you believe it!"

The cause of this incident is attributed to me. During that time, I was like a rooster with dried chicken blood. Wherever I went, I sat there, my eyes were unconscious, and my grandma looked at it carefully and said that I might have lost my soul. So my grandma decided to use a method to draw my soul back. Regardless of whether this method was effective or not, after I accepted my grandma's soul-suming technique, I stood up decisively and returned to my previous life. From this matter, my grandma's method left us speechless.

After more than ten years, when I returned to my hometown from work, my grandma had become very old. But I was not very energetic and often felt tired and powerless. So I remembered my grandma's earthwork. Will I be lost again?

Grandma's legs and feet were not very flexible, so she could only teach me how to do it on the phone. In fact, I had some impression of the general steps in my mind, but I just didn't remember it very accurately. This time, my father helped me pray, but my father was stupid and couldn't say a word that could make my grandparents understand in front of the grandparents. I was anxious. So I jumped off the kang and simply prayed by myself.

"Grandpa Sauce, just look at me, are I lost? If I lose my soul, just hold this collar!" As soon as I finished speaking, an invisible force pulled me forward and scared me. The collar on the chopsticks sucked on the wall! At this time, the others watching were amused by this scene, perhaps because this scene was so magical.

A few days later, my spirits became energetic. I had to sigh in my heart, what kind of mystery would this be?

In fact, grandma's magic tricks are more than this. I have used several of them in me, but when I say it, maybe many people will say that I am mysterious.

Another time, a tumor-like thing appeared at the root of my thigh. With the inflammation, I could hardly walk anymore. Going to school became a problem, not to mention that I had to walk several miles of mountain roads every day. First, I took medicine and applied ointment, but it didn't work at all.

At this time, grandma knew about this and decided to use another magical technique: cutting the fish's mouth. Grandma took a straw rope with many dead knots in front of me and asked me to ride the rope below. Grandma took out a kitchen knife. At first I was scared and sweated. I wondered if grandma wanted to use the real thing and use the kitchen knife to cut the weeds and roots. Grandma smiled and said to me, "It's okay, it'll be fine." It's going to be fine in a while. Grandma was still muttering some of the same formula, cutting off the dead knots from the kitchen knife while muttering something.

Grandma put down the kitchen knife and told me confidently that I would be able to recover in less than two days. I pinched my fingers and counted the days. Before the second day, I could get out of bed and walk. I jumped happily and sighed sincerely, really spiritual!

I miss my grandma very much recently and think she is so pitiful. After my grandfather passed away, she was left alone. Although there are many children and grandchildren now, many of them are not by her side. Therefore, when I think of those interesting things in the past, I miss them earnestly.

Until now, I still can't figure out what scientific basis is the original method of grandma. But one thing I can deeply feel is that deep care. Behind every magic, grandma doesn't know how much torment and bitterness she has endured. And every time after I recover as I am, how could I be grateful to the old man who brought me back to normal?
Chapter completed!