My dad went out step by step, and I leaned back on the head of the bed again, thinking, I have been in a coma for a few days, what is wrong with my body, first I can see my milk through the wall, and now I can get up with a little effort, what is going on?

I've been in a coma for the past few days, I don't know anything, I feel like I'm asleep, but I just sleep for a longer time. And when I woke up, I found that I was reborn inside and out.

First of all, I could see my milk move through the gable courtyard wall of the house, and I was able to jump up in the air with a little force on the bed with my hand. This really surprised me, what happened to me?

Puzzled, I leaned back on the head of the bed, closed my eyes, and seriously recalled the events that had happened before I fell unconscious......

I sat bored under the neem tree, tilted my head, and watched those bees and butterflies flying in and out among the neem flowers, and suddenly I saw a figure shake for a while, burrowed into the dense canopy of the neem tree and disappeared, and then inadvertently reached out and touched something behind my neck, so I grabbed it and threw it out, but I didn't expect to bring out a green and green worm.

Thinking of this, I was afraid, if this long worm bit me, would I have been buried in a mass grave now.

When I looked back and saw that the long green worm was almost dying by me, I didn't expect it to desperately wrap into a green lump, and then run down the small stick in my hand to my wrist, and ghostly burrowed into my wrist and disappeared, until I thought that this long worm would come to life in my arm and devour me from the inside out, so I wanted to go to the stove house and get a kitchen knife to chop off this arm, but at this time, I met the white-bearded old man who appeared at my aunt's house, It was he who lifted the sleeves of his wide robe and flicked it in front of me, and I was unconscious, until now......

I finally remembered, and when I gently touched the inconspicuous fleshy protrusion on my right wrist with my left hand, I realized that there was nothing unusual about it, it was like a small lump.

But why can I see my milk moving through the thick gable now, I am so puzzled and terrified that I am afraid that it will kill me.

I quickly got into the quilt and covered my head with the quilt, for fear that something would find me. However, even so, I closed my eyes and turned my head, and I could clearly see my father in the yard with a little pressurized water.

Oh my God, what's wrong with me, can I just hallucinate all the time?

"Hey, boy, you're going to have fun." A voice came from my body, but I didn't speak.

My head buzzed, and my body shuddered, I was afraid that I had encountered something dirty.

"Who are you, and why did you harm me like this?" I trembled a little when I said that, because I was really scared.

"Hehe, boy, you don't even know who I am, how do you know that I'm going to hurt you!"

The voice sounded as if I had seen this man somewhere, but I couldn't remember anything, but I was hiding under the covers now, but how did this man find me?

I opened my eyes and looked out through the quilt, but no one came in, and my father was still pressuring water in the yard, and the bucket was about to be full......

"I am your ancestor, child, don't be afraid, I am in your body, you touch the lump of flesh on your right wrist, I am here, you now have the ability to see, in a few days, after your body recovers, you will be able to go out of the mountain."

What, can I see through? If you want me to go out of the mountains, what mountains do I go out of, and where we have any mountains here, they are all crops and fields.

My ancestors, who my ancestors were, I really don't know, I only know that my family's ancestral grave is on the old ditch, every Spring Festival, I will go to the grave with my father to add paper to the grave, I really don't know anything else.

But my father never told me who my ancestors were, and what special functions he or they had, but this person who claimed to be my ancestor who had penetrated into my body, no, was a ball of meat, how could he give me the ability to see through all of a sudden?

I didn't dare to ask my father, I was afraid that he would glare at me with his eyes, because I had always been a very well-behaved child and never made adults angry. After all, I've been asleep for three days and three nights, and my dad is worried enough, so why should I make him scared.

I touched the flesh protrusion on my right wrist with my left hand, and made sure again, this thing is really nothing special, so why do I have the ability to see through?

I lay in bed for a long time, and I saw that in the yard, my father had already scratched a hoe and went down to work, and the yard was calm again. I slowly slipped out of bed, leaned against the gable, and crossed the threshold, and I was once again under the lush neem trees.

My small red lacquered bench was still under the tree, and I didn't go to sit down, just stood in the shade of the neem tree, closed my eyes, and listened to the bees and butterflies on the tree flapping their wings and buzzing around, I slowly raised my head, but I didn't expect that a branch and leaf as large as the crown of the neem tree was like a large projection in an instant, squeezing directly into my eyes.

I could clearly see the fine texture of each leaf, the speed of the bees and butterflies collecting nectar between each bunch of lilac flowers, and the light and shadow of the sun shining on the leaves and being blown by the wind.

I have my eyes closed, and this time, I finally admit that even if I close my eyes, as long as I want to see in my heart, I can see these things clearly, clearly. The man who claimed to be my ancestor said that I had the ability to see, and I didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse for me after I had this ability.

I slowly opened my eyes, the fine sunlight sifted down from the shade of the trees, instantly shot into my eyes, I looked through the gap in the leaves, I clearly saw that high in the clouds, there was a black and gray eagle, spreading its majestic wings, soaring leisurely in the air, the sharp eagle eyes, as if searching for prey, kept flipping......

In our place, it is rare to see eagles flying in the sky, and when I was very young, I heard my father say that there were eagles coming to the village and holding chickens, and then there were rabbit guns, and those big eagles slowly did not come.

I don't know why, but I can see this big eagle hovering in the sky through the leaves, and I don't know which chicken in our village it has taken a fancy to, or something else, but I see it hovering over my yard, is it because of my chubby little guy?