I've been hospitalized since Monday, have been through two life-or-death situations, and then miraculously recovered. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Since Zhang Qianye's family was discharged from the hospital, my last few days in the hospital were relatively peaceful, although calm, but because of the Transformers toys given to me by Dr. Yang, I will not feel bored. In the last few days, it can also be seen that the nerves that have been tense in the family are gradually relaxing.

On Sunday afternoon, I was officially discharged from the hospital. Because I was worried that something would happen to me again, my parents decided to let me not go to kindergarten for a while and go to my grandmother's house for a while.

The rest of my life was the most leisurely part of my life. Looking back now, there is really no time in my life that can be compared with that time: when I was two or three years old, the period when I had to be taken care of by adults everywhere has passed, and the school age of six or seven years old has not yet arrived, and the rest, in addition to freedom, is the meticulous care, pampering, and even doting of my family.

Of course, as the saying goes, four or five-year-old children are the time to be annoying, and they can't learn well, and scolding the street or something happens to be fermenting in my mind at this age, don't look at my grandmother spoiling me, but maybe because of the mention of the so-called blood and light disaster of the third calamity, I lost my temper or burst into foul language, and my grandmother also copied the syrup and taught me two times. However, as long as I cried and made a fuss, she would still raise her hand in surrender.

During this time, my mother would take me to my grandmother's house on her bicycle during the day, then I would play carefree and lawless at my grandmother's house, and then I would take me home by bicycle at night, and I would stay at my house for a day every Sunday.

It was my first Sunday after I was discharged from the hospital. Originally, boys are naturally active and not quiet, but now I have in my hands a symbol of identity and status among children at that time: Optimus Prime toys, and I can't help but go out.

At that time, I played well with the children in the neighborhood, especially Liu Jianguo's child Liu Xiaohua, who was even more intimate, basically to the point that my things were his things, and his things were still his things. The news that I have Optimus Prime toys spread in the circle of children in the neighborhood, and Liu Xiaohua invited me to play with them at their house, in fact, I just wanted to get a little bit of foreign money.

Although my parents strongly forbade me to go to Liu Jianguo's house to play after I was discharged from the hospital, I still ran into Liu Jianguo's house while my mother went outside to wash dishes (when I lived in a bungalow, I even had to walk 300 meters to wash dishes and wash my hands) to the public pool, and my father went to the public toilet (there was no toilet at home when I lived in a bungalow).

As soon as I entered Liu Jianguo's yard, I felt an inexplicable feeling rushing over me, I subconsciously went to find the source of this feeling, and found that there was a very conspicuous big jar among the various miscellaneous items piled up in his yard, and it was this big jar that rushed at me with an inexplicable force, and that feeling was as if you were walking in a grassy garden, sucking the grass with your nose to your heart's content, and suddenly being washed by a smell of garlic.

I stared at the big jar and asked what was inside, and Liu Xiaohua immediately jumped up and said to me that it was the jar where his father tested the newly researched antiseptic secret recipe, and no one was allowed to touch that thing!

I didn't think much of it at the time, but it was more important to have fun with my friends. I went into the house with Liu Xiaohua, and after playing for a while, he suddenly offered to exchange his car for my Optimus Prime, and after I righteously refused, he still didn't give up, and offered to exchange his "Robot Cat" comic book for my Optimus Prime, to be honest, this really made me undecided. Because bartering is not itself measured by the equivalence of its own monetary value, but by the degree of demand. At that time, I had been playing this Optimus Prime for more than a week, and according to the principle of diminishing marginal effect in the principles of economics, no matter how expensive this thing was, it no longer had the same value in my heart, and the "Robot Cat" comics, which I had never read, had a high psychological price in my mind.

I agreed so badly, but when I went home, I was reprimanded, and my dad was so angry that he scolded me: I really don't know how your kid's brain grows.

Sunday is a day off for office workers, but it is also a busy day for businessmen. My parents were originally reluctant to let me step into Liu Jianguo again, but because Liu Jianguo and his wife were running business outside, leaving only Liu Xiaohua with a small child at home, and the price of a 20-centimeter-tall model for a broken book was too unequal, they still decided to let me change the toys back.

I entered the courtyard of Liu's house, and it was the feeling of being suddenly washed away! At the same time, I felt like I heard a deep sigh! The sighing voice was an adult man's voice, and it was certainly not Liu Xiaohua's voice in the room.

I chuckled and looked around but didn't see anyone.

I knocked on the door and entered Liu Xiaohua's house, he was fiddling with my toys, I asked him if he had heard someone sigh just now, and he said no. Later, after some negotiations, I finally got my Optimus Prime back.

When I went to bed that night, I had a rather strange dream. It's not a nightmare, but it's a little weird.

In my dream, I saw Uncle Liu standing at the door of his house, staring at me blankly, as if he wanted to say something. I was about to say hello to him, but he let out a deep sigh at me, and then turned and went into the house, and as soon as I tried to follow him into his house, he slammed the door shut.

That's right, it's this sigh! That's the sigh I heard during the day!

It's a little weird, but it's not uncommon to dream of acquaintances. During the Monday day, I went to my grandmother's house as usual and didn't tell anyone about the dream. What I didn't expect was that that night, I dreamed of Uncle Liu again. This dream seemed to be a sequel to last night's dream, and I saw Uncle Liu still staring at me in front of his own house. I didn't pay attention to his eyes in that dream last night, and this time I glanced at his eyes. I saw that his eyes were glazed, and his eyes didn't even blink, just staring at me like this.

This time he didn't sigh at me, but turned and opened the door again, and I followed him into his yard by surprise. All the messy debris in his yard was gone, except for the big jar.

Uncle Liu walked to the front of the big jar and reached out to open the lid of the jar, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open it. He first reached for the lid and twisted it until his face was flushed and his veins were bruised, and the lid was as if it had been nailed to the jar. Later, Uncle Liu gave up, stood in front of the jar and gasped, looked back at me, and let out a deep sigh.

I still haven't told anyone about this dream, during the day, I should play or play, eat or eat. On the third night, I had this dream again.

This time, I entered the courtyard of Uncle Liu's house, and Uncle Liu didn't try to open the lid of the jar again, he directly picked up the jar and threw it to me! According to common sense, a four-year-old child will never be able to catch an altar that an adult can't hold, and of course, since it is a dream, there is no logic at all. In the dream, Uncle Liu threw the jar to me, and I didn't think much about it, and when I caught it, the jar didn't have any weight. Uncle Liu smiled, this was the first time he smiled at me in my series of dreams.

I held the bottom with my left hand and the lid with my right hand, and found that the lid was not so difficult to open at all, why did Uncle Liu open it so hard?

The moment I opened the lid of the jar, a fishy smell rushed out of the jar, almost knocking me down! Before I could recover my senses, Uncle Liu immediately came over, put his right arm into the jar, and hula? Out two pheasants!

Uncle Liu held a pheasant in his hand, changed his blank gaze two days ago, and smiled brighter at me.

The two pheasants were in his hands, and the feathers fell to the ground with a hula and a hula and disappeared when they fell to the ground. After the feathers were gone, only the bare flesh remained, and then the skin of the two pheasants quickly melted, like candles burning into wax. After the epidermis faded, the intricate blood vessels inside were exposed, and the blood in the blood vessels was black, and it began to fall to the ground for miles, and after being transferred to the ground, puffs of black smoke rose up, and then disappeared.

At this time, Uncle Liu spoke: "If you don't eat it, it will rot." He didn't know when a kitchen knife appeared in his hand, and he slashed at the two pheasants. He just saw it in front of my eyes and chopped the two chickens into several pieces.

Just as I was stunned by his actions, I suddenly looked up at me and said, "I want to stew them, but there is no fire, do you?" ”

Three days in a row, three strange dreams, and in a row, I didn't tell anyone until the fourth day.

On the fourth day, I was at my grandmother's house, and I was fine in the morning, but after lunch, I suddenly felt a little tired, so I had never had the habit of taking a lunch break, so I lay down in bed at noon and wanted to take a nap. I didn't expect to sleep this time, and I entered that strange dream again.

I went to Uncle Liu's yard again, and he reached out and touched my forehead and said, "It's hot enough." So he took out a match and lit it on my head, and I saw that the match was suddenly lit with a cyan flame, and then Uncle Liu threw the match to the ground, and immediately a cyan fire rose on the ground, and in my dream, this fire did not have the slightest heat, but the pile of meat was cooked, and the smell of chicken came to my nose.

He brought out two plates, one with three pieces of meat and the other with seven small pieces of meat, and he went into the room with two plates, and I followed him into the house.

He put two plates of meat on the table and said to me, "Eat them all." ”

The people in the dream are very logical in thinking, and at that time, I was only governed by basic desires, smelling the smell of meat, and I didn't think much about it, so I grabbed it and ate it.

After eating, I looked up at Uncle Liu, it didn't matter, it really scared me out of my soul! I saw that his face had turned pale, black pupils filled his eyes, and what was even more strange was that his two legs had turned into two chicken paws at some point!