Hearing my words, my mother and third uncle both looked at me with shocked faces, and they obviously didn't understand what I was saying.

At this time, my high fever actually rose again, so I felt very uncomfortable, and I couldn't even stand steadily, but I still struggled to tell everything I had encountered in the past two days.

After my mother heard my words, her face immediately changed greatly, and she couldn't help but step forward and grab my arm, and then exclaimed: "It's a pit now, a trace of you This is the gate of heaven opened again, and you are entangled in the dirty gas of that small picture, what can I do?" ”

My mother's words made me nervous, but because my body was so uncomfortable, I couldn't react, I just swayed, my legs went limp, and then I fell to the ground.

At this time, seeing my situation, the third uncle hurriedly stepped forward to help my mother support me, and then he pushed me into the house, and said to my mother: "Second sister-in-law, don't say more, this child looks a little burned a little, you have to find a way to do it quickly." ”

"What can I do, my grandmother died in the first year, who are you looking for here?" As the mother spoke, she raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, and she was already so anxious that she was about to cry.

Mother's anxiety and helplessness are not without reason, in fact, I have already said a little bit about this matter at the beginning, and I will tell you more about it here.

It all started when I was born.

As soon as I was born, the midwife threw me down, leaving me with a scar on my head, which is where I got my unfortunate name.

Clearly, though, it wasn't as simple as it seemed, and not only did it leave me with a scar and an unlucky name, but it also affected me in some other ways.

However, at first, this effect did not attract the attention of my parents, who helped me to bandage the wound and saw that the wound healed day by day, and then they were relieved.

As a result, things turned out far beyond their expectations.

The original wound on the door of my head not only left a scar, but also caused my frontal bone to be out of seams, that is, under the scar on my head, there was actually a bone slit that went straight to the brain, so what happened to me?

According to my mother, when I was just babbling and didn't understand anything, I behaved very strangely, for example, they often found me giggling alone, even looking at a certain place in the house and grimacing, as if I was talking to someone, but my parents couldn't see anyone in the room.

This situation caught the attention of my mother, who was a typical rural woman who was naturally superstitious, so at that time she told my dad that I might not be normal, otherwise I wouldn't giggle alone.

At first, my dad didn't believe in it, saying that it was the nature of children and nothing special, but as a result, things developed beyond their imagination.

It was when I was about five years old, and I was not very fluent in speech, and once my mother took me to work in the fields, and when I came back a little late in the evening, the sun had already set, and I passed by a mass grave, and I pointed to the grave and said to my mother, "Mom, why are all those people squatting on the grave?" What are they doing? ”

When my mother heard this, she was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat, because she found that there was no one in the cemetery, but I saw people, and there was more than one person, how could she not be afraid?

According to my mother's recollection, she carried me all the way home that night, and when she got home, her legs were still shaking, and she was really frightened.

After this happened, my dad couldn't sit still, and he knew that I must be different from ordinary children, so he asked my mother to take me to the grandmother in the north of the village to see me.

The old grandmother was actually a witch, chattering all day long, and she usually couldn't talk twice, but the people in the village believed in her very much, and if anyone had any strange things, they would usually ask her to show her.

My mom took me to my grandmother's house with a basket of eggs.

I still remember the scene of that day, it was afternoon, and the golden sun was shining down, and the earthen walls on both sides of the road were slightly pale, mottled and mottled, and the top layer of tamped mud had fallen off a lot.

The grandmother's house is a thatched house, low and dark, you can't see things clearly in the daytime, only the palm of the door can be seen brightly, the grandmother was sitting on the edge of the door, her hair was gray, her face was wrinkled, and she was holding a dustpan in her hand, as if she was drying soybeans or something.

My mother went up to talk to my grandmother, told me about my situation, then stuffed the basket of eggs at her feet, and asked her to help me look at the symptoms.

The old grandmother pulled me over, rolled my eyelids and looked at it, and touched my head, and then said that I was open to heaven, easy to get dirty, and it was easy to cure it, but after seven or eight years, it may recur, because people's bones are constantly growing, especially when they are in their teens and begin to grow their bodies, the bones grow especially fast, and maybe the brain will crack again.

At that time, my mother probably heard that my illness was easy to treat, so she didn't think much about it, so she asked my grandmother to seal the gate of heaven for me.

I have to say that the experience of sealing the Heavenly Gate is one of the most profound scenes in my memory. To this day, I remember how my mom held me down.

She followed my grandmother's instructions, stripped me naked and pressed me on a bench, and then my grandmother took a large steel needle for sewing the quilt, stained it with sesame oil and ash from the bottom of the pot, and began to poke it from the position of my tail vertebrae.

Don't mention the pain at the time.

I was crying in the dark, my voice was hoarse, and I struggled to escape with almost all my strength, but my mother's strength was too great, and I couldn't break free at all, so in the end, I could only honestly be pierced by my grandmother with hundreds of stitches, and my entire back and forehead were about to be pierced into a hornet's nest.

After this happened, I once suspected that I was not born to my parents, otherwise, who would be so ruthless and let their children be pierced like that with needles?

But, in all fairness, my grandmother's trick really worked, and I haven't seen anything since that needle prick.

At that time, after my grandmother gave me an injection, she told my mother that it would be seven or eight years later, and if she fell ill again, she would go to her again.

When the grandmother spoke, she forgot one thing, that is, she would not be able to do it after seven or eight years.

No, aren't you blind now? I'm sick again, but my grandmother has passed away in the first year, what can I do now? Don't you just lie at home and wait to die?