With Wu Jing's 'auspicious words', my hand injury healed very slowly and slowly.

Recently, I've noticed that at night, my mouth has a bitter taste, especially behind the tongue coating, and I always feel like something is stuck there.

In the evening, my mother made my favorite sweet and sour fish, and I looked at it a few times, and I could see that I felt like vomiting.

My mother saw that I was sitting and didn't move my chopsticks, and put a piece of fish meat in my bowl, I frowned, and looked at it with some disgust, the dishes on the table were obviously my favorite foods on weekdays, but this would have no appetite at all, and I couldn't even eat a bite.

In the following days, I have been drinking more water, eating more fruits, working and resting on time, the injury on the back of my hand is better than before, but the bitterness of the mouth does not get better, and it seems to be at night, the strange thing is that as long as it is past twelve o'clock, the bitterness in my mouth will slowly fade, when the bitterness in the mouth is completely gone, I will always be cold for a while and it will be fine, but the next day is still like that, day after day, I seem to be almost used to it.

And this night, before going to bed, I took out a quilt from the cupboard, and my mom walked through my bedroom door, "That's a thick quilt!" ”

"I know, I just feel like it's cold in the second half of the night, and I want to cover more."

My mom put down the rag and came in, "That can't cover the winter quilt, it's not winter yet!" If it's too cold, turn off the air conditioner in the house, you kid, you're not afraid of getting on fire..."

I lamented, looking at the window, too, my room is facing south, how can it be cold?

The bitter taste in my mouth interrupted my thoughts, and I was a little annoyed, so I wrapped myself in the quilt and went to sleep, thinking that after twelve o'clock I would not be bitter.

But the tighter the quilt wrapped, the colder the body slowly began, the head gradually became dizzy, I didn't want to open my eyes, I wanted to sleep like this.

Twelve o'clock passed quickly, I gradually fell asleep, in half sleep, half awake, seemed to hear bursts of crying, and suona sound, like playing mourning music, when I thought it was a neurology family buried in the middle of the night, suddenly obviously felt that the bed I slept on collapsed in the general feeling, eyes under the eyelids back and forth, but I couldn't open my eyes, I used all my strength to straighten my body, I didn't seem to see but saw again, there were many people walking back and forth in my room, they walked fast and slow.

Is this a dream? But I haven't fallen asleep yet!

In a blink of an eye, I felt the cold wind blowing towards me in all directions, I opened my eyes suddenly, and everything I saw made me open my mouth in shock, although it was dark in front of me, but I saw that I was sleeping on the mound of soil on the mountain, and the surrounding was still surrounded by crying and continuous suona sounds, and gradually I saw that on the black mountain road, slowly walked up to blow the drummer, carrying the banner pole, and there was a person holding a jar in the middle, and then back, there were many people carrying a coffin, and the paper money scattered along the road floated in front of my eyes.

It must be a dream! Definitely!

I pinched my face hard, a little numb, watching those people immediately come to me, I was a little anxious to cry, I didn't know what I was afraid of, but they disappeared in a blink of an eye, I felt a heavy illusion between my legs, looked down and saw that it was the jar, cold and cold, I moved, the jar fell and shattered, and a thick layer of white ash was scattered on the ground.

As soon as the wind blew, the white ash was raised, and the voice at the root of the ear was fluttering: "Don't go......"