Chapter 352 Between Faith and Belief

Each village has its own customs, and each place has its own stories, but how much difference do people in each place have? They should be similar.

In Xie Chunping's mother's story, Xie Chunping's brother became a child who was possessed by evil spirits because of a funeral.

The responsibility should also be attributed to the village across the river, because of the overly grand ceremony and the habit of burying people in the middle of the night.

"It's the willow tree. Someone was buried across the river that day. He insisted on going up the mountain to see the stars. He didn't come back after eleven o'clock in the evening. When he came back the next day, he became like this. You know that no one has ever planted those willow trees. When a person is buried, a willow tree will grow. If someone is entangled by the newly sprouted willow tree on the mountain during the burial, then he will be neither a human nor a willow."

When Xie Chunping's mother talked about this kind of story, her eyes were blurred, just like those scary masters in the village. In some places, these people are called "jumping giant rope ropes", and in some places they are called "great gods and immortals" or "masters".

Liu Bu Liu is the local dialect of Heping Village. Only the locals know that Liu Bu Liu means ghost or not.

Xie Chunping still remembers that he ate 18 pickled cabbage dumplings, then walked through the farmland to see his cousin at the other end of the village.

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

His cousin's name is Pan Long. The master in the village said that the name of this child was a bit too much, so it attracted evil spirits. He prescribed some grass that was burned and ground into powder, saying that it should be mixed with water to drink.

There are also rules for this water. At 12 o'clock in the evening on the 14th day of the lunar calendar every month, a jar of water should be placed on the table. No one can touch it. At 12 o'clock in the evening on the 14th day of the lunar calendar, the water should be brought to the yard and let the moonlight shine on it for the whole night. However, before the sun comes out, it cannot be exposed to sunlight. You must return to the house, avoid light, and then wake up the child, pour the powder into the water and drink it without leaving a drop.

In this way, the unclean things can be driven away.

This would be easier in the south, but in the north, during the New Year, how difficult is it to put a jar of water under the moonlight for one night without freezing?

The master could do it. He charged my aunt 20 yuan, which was not expensive. He sold her a small dark jar, saying that she just needed to put pure water in the jar and wait for time to pass.

Before sunrise the next day, my aunt was skeptical and went to the yard to get the jar in her cotton 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 the jar, stirred them, and gave them to Xie Chunping's cousin to eat.

When the cousin saw Xie Chunping, he was still vomiting, and his face was almost unrecognizable.

He said he wanted to go back to school, but he had no strength in his body and didn't dare to leave the room at all.

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. If he continued like this, he would die.

But my mother said that my aunt would not go to the hospital. My aunt would rather lock up her son for life than let him go out and let others laugh at him.

How could this be concealed?

What Xie Chunping did not expect was that this matter was really concealed. During the winter vacation of his senior year, Xie Chunping went home. His cousin no longer locked himself in the room with a chain, because he was pale and thin and had no strength. When he saw Xie Chunping coming, he seemed to want to talk about something outside, but he shook his head as soon as he opened his mouth, as if he had no strength to speak, and seemed to not know whether to speak or not.

Of course, Xie Xiaofei would definitely not be the same as his cousin, but when Li Xiaoyun asked this just now, Xie Chunping was really a little scared. Speaking of it, can this strange 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 calmed down in Xie Chunping's arms. The continuous trembling became every few minutes, and the continuous weird shouting also became every few minutes.

Xie Chunping tried to help his son re-read the Chinese text of the day. He taught Xiaofei the unknown character "pulling" twice, and Xiaofei recognized it.

It's okay, there's no problem with his IQ. He might just be a little hyperactive or frightened.

Maybe he's not sick at all.

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Xie Chunping took out his mobile phone and read his friends on WeChat from beginning to end several times, thinking about who he could ask about such a thing? No one.

Xie Xiaofei did his math homework very slowly. Although his accuracy rate was not low, his answering speed was really too slow. Xie Chunping carefully observed his son doing his homework on the sofa. Ten additions and subtractions within ten should be completed in 2 minutes, but Xie Xiaofei would erase a number with an eraser, and repeatedly correct a number with a pencil many times.

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

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

When it came time to write 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, involving four words that Li Xiaoyun had really taught him since he was in the middle class, "This is a pencil."

This line of sentence, four words, Xie Xiaofei spent 20 minutes erasing and rewriting, and then spent another 10 minutes writing with pencil after 20 minutes.

He wrote p as q, and c was also reversed.

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, that is q.

The time spent teaching children passed quickly, but the children's progress was exactly the opposite of time.

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

"Do you really don't like reading?" Xie Chunping rubbed the eraser with his right hand, suppressing his inner anxiety, and asked patiently: "Xiaofei, you were very smart, very well-behaved, and very sensible when you were a child. Why are you so unmotivated now?

Dad didn't ask you to get 100 points in every exam. Dad just asked you to complete the homework you should complete and read the text you should read in class correctly. Can't you do this?"

Xie Xiaofei wanted to complain and said that he had tried 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 and unhappy.

He couldn't cry.