No, maybe it has something to do with me.

Cutting nails is almost something that Hong Ling has to do once or twice a day recently, and she also has a set of rules when she cuts her nails, which must be cut by the left hand to the right hand first, and then each finger must be cut six times, sometimes what if there is nothing to cut, it is still necessary to cut it to six times (don't ask the reason, the reason Hong Ling can't say clearly, she seems to know in a daze, but to no avail), so the nails on the ten fingers are all cut a total of sixty times.

If Hong Ling in the middle thinks about something else, his brain is channeled, and he doesn't know what he thinks about that has nothing to do with cutting his nails, then his nails have to be cut again.

In this way, from the beginning of focusing on nail clipping to the present for a total of fifteen days, Hong Ling spends more and more time on nail cutting, sometimes three to four times a day, and at most she cuts her nails five times a day.

The matter of cutting her nails is nothing new to Hong Ling, she feels that she is already very tired, and she doesn't know when someone seems to have told her, "You can fight against this unreasonable demand from yourself", no...... Hong Ling shook her head, she couldn't do it.

"Aren't you tired?" Hong Ling asked himself.

She's so tired.

But no, she couldn't change that.

Now that she has cut her nails, she needs to fold up the tissues. The folding of the paper towel is complex, but each step has a meaning and represents something different, like some mysterious and ancient ritual that comes from a greater power beyond the gods.

Hong Ling felt that power, so Hong Ling had to do it.

[If not......]

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The tissue must be folded from the right corner close to your body, and the right corner of the tissue must be pinched and stacked diagonally with each other. The second step is to pinch the left corner and stack another triangle to the right; Step 3: Pinch both ends of the long side of the triangle at the same time and walk to the trash can, letting go of your left and right hands at the same time.

Just this morning, a gust of wind blew in from the window, and the tissues were blown open as they fell, and the nails fell everywhere.

Hong Ling was crazy at that time, desperate and frightened in his heart, his knees on both sides suddenly became as sore as if soaked in vinegar, and after nearly half a minute of weakness, followed by tension that filled his whole body.

This tension was not extremely intense, but it was like wrapping Hong Ling from top to bottom with plastic wrap, and she stood in place in a daze, knowing what was waiting for her next.

Since everything is messed up.

Then pick it up!

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

At this time, Hong Ling was completely panicked, sweating on his forehead, and his upper body began to tremble with an intensity that others could not see.

"Ling Ling, eat." Mom weakly pushed open the door and said a word.

"Oh, right away."

After Hong Ling answered, he immediately knelt on the ground and picked up the nails one by one, but the nails were already very small and small, and there was nothing to pick up, but they had to be picked up until they were completely clean.

Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes passed.

Hong Ling heard her mother sighing outside, and the voice pierced Hong Ling's heart, but she had no way to go out immediately.

No, it doesn't work.

Sixty nail fragments should be picked up...... No, there should be less than sixty, and some of them are still in tissues and fall into the trash with them.

How much is it......

This is a question that mathematicians may not understand, and it may not be valid in itself.

Hong Ling wanted to figure out how much he had picked up, and he also wanted to figure out how much he should have picked up......

It's not over yet, new ideas are coming up!

When the wind blew just now, all the nails floated out, didn't it blow the dirt in the nails everywhere?

No, pick it up again, be sure to pick it up.

The fingertips were against the floor, as long as it was a white dot or anything that could be glued together with his fingers, Hong Ling picked them all up.

Just as he was picking it up, his brain still didn't stop to rest, and just when he was about to finish picking up all the suspected nails or nail-related things on the floor around the trash can, Hong Ling thought of another thing.

No, no, those things are so light that they don't necessarily all fall to the ground, and the wind just now is so strong, it's possible that these things were blown onto the bookshelf and stuck to the side panels of the bookshelf.

Without hesitation, it was too late, it had been a long time since her mother first called her to dinner...... It must have been a long time.

Hong Ling really felt that she was in a hurry, but it was not her body that was turning, but her brain, her body was actually stiff, her movements were very small, and she was nervous and didn't dare to move.

The bookshelves were white, and there was no way to check them, so Hong Ling could only take a tissue and wipe the bottom of the bookshelf seventy times in her mind where she thought it might float to nails.

She didn't know why it was seventy times, and this number suddenly jumped into Hong Ling's mind.

After wiping the bookshelf, Hong Ling sat on the ground and felt a little more relaxed.

But after only three seconds of relaxation, new thoughts appeared in her mind.

My clothes......

That gust of wind must have blown something dirty onto my clothes.

So, Hong Ling lowered his head and checked his clothes.

She wore a yellow sweater, woven with thick threads, and it was easy to get on things with the fluffy ones, so Hong Ling immediately judged that this dress must be covered with dirty things, and if these things were brought to the living room, the family would encounter bad things.

If she passes by the living room, the wool on her sweater floats to the table with the dirt on her nails, and Mom and Dad eat the food on the table.

Then you get sick.

Thinking of this, Hong Ling was so frightened that he immediately stood up, slowly took off his sweater, opened the window, raised the sweater in his hand and put it outside the window and shook it a few times.

I shook it a few times just now......

No, seventy strokes is enough.

When she counted to thirty-five, Hong Ling sneezed, so she counted again.

When she counted to forty-three, Hong Ling felt an itchy head, and she endured the itch and continued to count, forty-four, forty-five, forty-six......

Speed up all the way to fifty-one, at this time, a new idea came up, no, no, no, I was too fast just now, these seventy numbers must be the same speed, otherwise it is a white number, everything is useless, useless.

In front of the windowsill is Hong Ling's desk, it was not easy to reach the windowsill through the desk to shake her clothes, Hong Ling's back couldn't support it for too long, and now her legs were cramping, and her hands were almost out of strength.

But the more times like this, the more Hong Ling didn't dare to stop, the more difficulties she encountered, the more she didn't dare to ignore it, she followed the instructions she didn't know where it came from, and told herself, "No, come again......"

Again and again, her chest was unusually tight, as if a huge sack had encased her heart, and she tried to gasp hard but seemed to forget how to gasp for air.