I saw that it was a painting, and it was really big. The upper and lower levels occupy half of the gable. I stood in front and looked up for a long time before I finished the whole painting, and what moved my heart the most was the little curled up little thing pointed to by the dust.

I don't know what the meaning of this painting can embody, I'm too young to really understand. After looking at it for a while, I felt that this painting was nothing more than a painting, but it was a little older, the surface of the painting was a little yellow, and there was nothing peculiar about it.

As I thought about it, I felt as if the little thing it was pointing to by the dust scrap had moved. I was shocked that the things in the painting still moved. I hurriedly leaned over to look, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, that little thing was really alive, and when I came over, I pouted my ass again, and a stinky fart that was ecstatic squirted out.

Oh my God, I would never have imagined it, I really couldn't dodge, and I was literally smoked and almost vomited, and at the moment when I was about to faint, I saw the man in the painting, turned his head and smiled at me, stretched out his hand and stroked my head, and I fainted again......

This time, although I was fainted from the smoke, I could still faint, and I felt someone take a warm palm, touch the top of my head, turn around a few times, and then it was like some hot flow, gurgling into my head. I don't know if I was dreaming or hallucinating after fainting, I just felt a tingling sensation in my head, which lasted for a long time before and after a pillar of incense, and then I fell into a deep sleep......

When I woke up, I found that it was already dawn, and the sun was shining outside, shooting like arrows. I was lying on the bed in my house, and I turned my head to see that there was no one in the house, and my parents had already gone to the ground.

I looked out again, and the sun was shining outside, and in my yard, the chickens were leisurely digging the dirt at the base of the wall, and some birds were flying by the courtyard wall. I rubbed my eyes, feeling a little sleepy, but I didn't want to sleep for a while.

I turned over and slipped out of bed, walked outside, and sat on the rock, always feeling that I seemed to remember something, but when I thought about it, I felt that my mind was in chaos, and I looked at the top of the neem tree, or that scene of chaos, so I involuntarily walked to the side of the well, put the basin under the water nozzle, and began to press the water one by one.

The water in the well was very clear, and it flowed vigorously into the basin, and after a while, most of the basin was received. I walked over and was about to squat down to wash my face, when I saw my shadow in the basin.

My hair, as if it had been electrocuted, stood straight up, and when I looked at it from the basin, I was like a fried chicken, and a hedgehog in danger, really no different. I reached out and wiped my head, but as soon as I pressed my hair down and removed my hand, the hair stood on end like a spring.

I opened my fingers and pulled along the scalp, but I didn't expect that the hair didn't fall down, I felt that the scalp, how did I feel a faint pain, just the scalp, I was thinking, what happened to me?

I didn't hit my head, so why does my scalp hurt? Then I suddenly remembered that I was stunned by the little thing that glowed and called my name, and then I saw a painting with a man and that little thing, and I remembered in a trance that I was touched by the man on the top of my head before I was completely dizzy.

I don't know what this man has done to me, how can my scalp ache now? I hurriedly washed my face, and without bothering to wipe it, I ran into the house, took off my clothes, and stood in front of the mirror of my large cabinet, looking left and right, and I didn't see any wounds on my body, so I let out a sigh of relief.

Then I fully remembered, I was first stunned by the little thing that could glow and call my name, and then I seemed to have a dream, I dreamed that I came to a house, and saw a painting in the house, and there was a man holding a whisk of dust, and he used the whisk to show his might to a small thing, but in the blink of an eye, the little thing moved, and the man in the painting reached out and touched my head when the little thing was thundering and farting at me. Then I fainted uncontrollably, and as I did, I felt as if the man had entered something into my head from the palm of his hand, and it was hot and warm......

I saw that there was nothing unusual about me, so I turned around and wanted to go outside and wash my face well. However, the moment I turned around and blinked, there seemed to be rows of plum blossom seal characters like pictures in front of my eyes, and those words, as if they had flown from a distance, passed quickly in front of my eyes, and I was stunned for a moment.

When I looked at those words, one by one it was like stretching out my arms and throwing my legs, comparing and gesturing, like a very refined and decisive little monk, who were silently boxing and practicing martial arts in front of my eyes. I was startled at first, but then I looked at it with interest, and for a moment I forgot that I was still standing in front of the large cabinet in my house.

I look at those pictures-like words, in front of my eyes, like a movie, hehehaha, hehe, hehe No matter where I was heading, the words were in front of my eyes, changing different moves and postures one by one.

At first, the words that were the same as the little monk who practiced martial arts turned very slowly in front of my eyes, so that I could see clearly and clearly, and later, as I followed the practice of the movements faster, those words, dancing in front of my eyes, while rotating faster and faster, to the end, with my toes on the ground, swished to the beam of my house, I saw that the dust on the beam was dusted down by me, at this time, I found that the words that were turning in front of my eyes were already a fog of white flowers.

I jumped off the beams and sat down in the chair at the square table in the hall and gasped for breath, only to realize that the words had disappeared without a trace. I think it's very strange, I've never encountered such a situation, how could I dance with these words, but I thought, this can't be dancing, but a kind of martial arts.

But how could I suddenly be so reluctant to follow along? Where did these pictorial words come from? I thought about it for a long time, but I still didn't have a clue, so I got up, walked outside to the edge of the well, put my head into the basin, let the water soak my hair, and then beat the pancreas, and I saw that it was foaming, so I picked up the water with my hands and washed it thoroughly.