When I woke up again, I was in my own bed, already in clean pajamas. I vaguely heard my father asking my mother: "What's wrong with the baby?" ”

I quietly got out of bed and put my ear to the door to listen to them, and my mother sighed and said, "The doctor said he was frightened." Then I heard footsteps, and I was sure they were coming towards my room. I hurriedly ran to bed and prepared to pretend to be asleep. Because my father will ask me when he sees me awake, and if he knows that I am going down the well, he will definitely beat me flat. As long as I get away with today, I have enough time to think of a perfect lie. It's just that it was too late, and Daddy pushed the door in just in time to bump into me into the bed, and Daddy yelled: "Get up!" ”

I sat up timidly, and my dad sat down next to me. I hated myself for being half a beat slower, hated myself for being so curious and eavesdropping on them.

Daddy glared at me, there was an irresistible majesty in his eyes, and I didn't dare to look him in the eye but didn't dare to take my eyes away. "How did you do that?"

I couldn't find a reasonable explanation for a while, so I had to be silent, and my father yelled again: "Say! ”

I shuddered with fright, and I nervously told the truth: "I, I, I.... I fell into the well. ”

As soon as my father heard that he was angry, he raised his hand and slapped him, thanks to me flashing fast, otherwise I would have to stun him. I jumped out of bed and hid behind my mother. The father chased after him relentlessly. The mother pushed him and said, "You know how to hit the child, go to the side." ”

The father said angrily, "You should get used to him!" Then he said to me: "Little rabbit, I have said it eight hundred times, so keep you away from the well!" You just don't listen! If you get closer to the well next time, I'll have to peel you off!" ”

After that, I made up my mind never to go near the well again.

The next day you have to wake up early, then brush your teeth, wash your face, eat, and go to school.

The moment I pushed the door open, my whole body hurt inexplicably, and the pain was like a steel needle piercing into the pores of my whole body at the same time. I screamed and instinctively jumped back into the room, closed the door and sat on the floor with my back to the door. Large beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and after a while, he was covered with a red rash.

My father thought I wanted to skip school again, and the reason why I used "again" was because I didn't know how many tricks I had played in order to skip school. When he saw that my face was full of red rashes, his anger immediately turned into worry, and he picked me up and took me to the hospital. It is said to be a hospital, but it is actually a small clinic. The village is relatively backward, and there is only one clinic in the whole village. As for the doctor, I doubt that he has a certificate - 500 degrees of myopia and does not wear glasses, and I don't know how many times I have been pierced when I was given an infusion before. If someone asks me who I was most afraid of in my childhood, it would be him.

As soon as Daddy stepped out of the door, the pain came again. I screamed again. My mother hurriedly pulled my father in the door and snatched me over: "Are you stupid? You can't see the wind when you have a rash. ”

My mother invited the doctor to her home, and the doctor said that I had prescribed a bunch of medicines for hives, and told me not to let me see the wind when I was leaving. As soon as the doctor left, my mother opened the curtains, and the sunlight shone directly on me, and the stinging pain immediately returned. I couldn't stop howling from the pain, I got into the corner, my mother went over and pulled me, I hid in the corner, said nothing, and pointed desperately at the window. Mom hurried to close the curtains. Dad was puzzled: "Are you still afraid of light when you have a rash?" ”

I ran into the bedroom, locked the door, jumped on the bed, and was blindfolded, and my mother told me not to go out. I was scared, the pain was unbearable. I don't want to go through it again. I don't know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, my mother was sitting on the edge of the bed, with food on the table next to the bed and a spare key on the door.

After eating, my mother told me to take medicine, and after taking the medicine, I fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up the next day, those rashes were gone. My mother was very happy after reading it, and even praised the doctor's high medical skills. I put on my clothes and went to school, and I was scared before I went out, afraid that I would experience that kind of pain when I went out. I opened the door a little and timidly reached out to test it. As soon as my hand stretched out, it was as if it had reached into the fire, and I quickly retracted it, shaking my hand again and again in pain. The pain was followed by a rash on the hands.

My mother called the doctor again, and the doctor looked at my tongue and rolled my eyelids, saying that it was okay to continue taking medicine and not see the wind again. The rash on my hand disappeared the next day. A few days later, my mother called the doctor again, and the doctor carefully examined him and said that I had recovered. The old man thanked him again and again, and gave him an old hen.

The doctor's words are not authoritative to me, I didn't dare to go out immediately after he left, or first stretched out a hand to be a pioneer, and the hand was still as painful as ever, and I scolded the doctor again and again. My mother wanted to get the doctor back, but my father grabbed her and said, "This guy is not very reliable." With that, he threw all the medicine prescribed by the doctor into the trash can and went out. When the sun was about to set, Daddy came back and drove a jeep that I didn't know where to get it. Daddy wrapped me up in a blanket and carried me to the car and drove to town. The car bumped along the rough mountain road, and by the time we got to the town, it was already dark. Dad pulled over to the side of the road and got out of the car to buy pancakes. I was fascinated by the atmosphere of the town, and when it was dark in the village, there was not even a single figure on the streets. But when you get to the town, the lights are bright at night, and the streets are full of people and stalls on both sides. Curiosity drove me to get out of the car and take a walk, and for a moment I forgot that I was sick and couldn't see the wind.

I'm curious about everything, look here and there. I didn't dare to go too far from the car, for fear that my father would not find me when he came back. A vendor came up to me with a sugar gourd and asked, "Kid, do you want to eat a sugar gourd?" I'm not stupid, and I responded, "I don't have any money." At this time, my father came back with two baked cakes, and when he saw me getting out of the car, he hurriedly ran over: "Why did you come down, didn't you not let you see the wind?" ”

I said, "It's stuffy in the car, I'll get down and breathe, and besides, I'll be fine when I see the wind." ”

Dad looked at the vendor next to him and asked, "Want to eat?" ”

I nodded, and my dad looked at me and bought me two bunches. When I got back in the car, my dad asked me, "Is there anything wrong with me?" ”

I said, "No." ”

My dad and I slept in the car all night, and the next day he was woken up by a scream. I was dreaming of eating roast chicken, but a sharp pain woke me up, and I instinctively got into the blanket to relieve the pain. Dad rushed me to the hospital.

There weren't many people in the hospital, and after my dad explained my situation to the doctor, the doctor asked me to do a blood test. The nurse who drew the blood was a recent intern with little experience. Although I didn't prick it crookedly, there was a terrible pain in the muscles around the eye of the needle. After the test results came out, the doctor said that everything was normal and that there was no hives. He also said that he had never encountered this disease, and it was recommended to go to the hospital in the province to have a look.

My dad drove me to the provincial hospital again. It took a full day to drive from the town to the province. The hospitals in the province are not as crowded as those in the town. Just the registration line was right all morning. After a series of examinations, nothing was found, and everything was normal. The doctor said let me go home and observe for a while.

Dad drove back overnight, expressionless and didn't say a word all the way. I know he's very confused, very worried. My illness is clearly hopeless, with this terrible symptom, the body can actually be normal, how can this be cured? I comforted my dad and said, "Actually, I'm not afraid of the wind, but the sun." "That means I can probably travel when there's no sun, maybe it's not too bad.

After returning home, my grandmother also took me to find a Taoist priest a few times to see if I had fallen into evil spirits, but it was completely useless to find a Taoist priest. My father's attitude towards me has completely changed, and he doesn't get angry with me and doesn't beat me anymore. He went to the school to help me handle the withdrawal, saying that it was actually a verbal greeting to the principal: "My son is no longer in school." "That's all.

At that time, I didn't feel sad at all, but felt that it was a gift from God. Not having to go to school or working is simply a life of a fairy. After returning from the province, I tried to go out at night a few times, and I once put my hand deep out of the curtains during the day, and it turned out that I was afraid of the sun and not the wind, and I was glad that there was no night school in the village.

My dad buys me a lot of good food and toys every time I go out, but I'm not interested in that. Seeing that I was not interested, my father asked, "So what do you want?" ”

I thought for a moment and said, "I want to see Grandma Wang." ”

Dad was surprised and asked, "What are you looking for her?" ”

I said, "I want to hear her tell me ghost stories." ”

Dad was helpless, so he took his grandmother to find Grandma Wang. After all, he, a big man, running to a widow's house will make people gossip. My father and grandmother brought Grandma Wang to the house, and I was very happy to see Grandma Wang. But when Grandma Wang saw me, she didn't have the enthusiasm she used to have, and ran out like crazy with a hideous face. When Daddy chased him out, Grandma Wang was gone.

Grandma felt very strange because she was very happy when she told Grandma Wang to bring her to see me, why did she react like this when she saw me. Daddy explained, "Crazy ......"

I haven't seen Grandma Wang since, and I heard from my grandmother that she was missing.

My dad bought me a bunch of supernatural and scary novels from town to comfort me, plus a dictionary. I jumped for joy when he gave me the book. "How can you be interested in that?" Daddy muttered and went out. Fortunately, I learned how to use pinyin and dictionaries when I was in school. Gradually, I have learned a lot of words. When a person is eager to learn something, he will learn very quickly, although this is nonsense, but it is true.

Since then, I've been obsessed with fiction every day and go out in the evening. The news of my illness soon spread in the village, and my friends gradually became estranged from me. I felt very lonely, and the more lonely I was, the more dependent I was on books. I fell in love with reading, not just ghost books.