On a weekend afternoon in summer, Hong Wanglong's cub Hong Hu is taking a nap at home, the weather is very hot, Hong Wanglong turns on the "Hong Yun" brand fan with moderate wind that allows people to relieve the heat and not catch a cold on the side of the bed where Hong Hu is lying, so that he can sleep comfortably and snoring quietly.

Every half a month, Hong Hu is about to take the high school entrance examination, he is very nervous about studying, he basically lacks sleep every day, and his eyes are often covered with red bloodshots. Hong Wanglong and his wife Yu Fenfen are particularly heartbroken, if it weren't for the weekend today, the school would not be closed at all, and Hong Hu would not go home. Now that I'm home, in addition to eating well, I also have to sleep well. In order to make his sleep undisturbed and quality, Yu Fenfen drove away all the cats that slipped into the child's bedroom, and then gently closed the wooden door.

About a quarter of an hour later, I suddenly heard Hong Hu's cry in the bedroom, itchy, itchy, itching to death......

Yu Finnish on the bamboo bed in the side bedroom hall house was in a light sleep state, she immediately got up, rubbed her eyes, and took three or two steps over to push open the bedroom door, only to see Hong Hu sit up and keep patting on her body, she took a closer look, Hong Hu had black ants on his chest, back and even elbows, some were shot to death, some were crawling, and the skin harassed by them showed purple and red marks.

The-eyed Honghu cried and shouted, Mom, why did the ants crawl into bed? Yu Fenfen stepped over, and because his movements were too hasty, he tripped the "Hongyun" brand fan under the edge of the bed, and it was still buzzing and spinning.

Yu Finnish cat picked up the electric fan, and suddenly found a swarm of black ants pulling like a rope connected to the wall under the window sill diagonally opposite, and there was a broad bean-sized mass a few inches closer to the wall, she looked at it, only to realize that it was a half-half fruit candy, not so much that it was full of ants, but that the ants covered it, densely, and the ant colony moved it, perhaps to move it to a more hidden storage room to share.

She also found a small hole at the base of the wall, the mouth of which was the size of a finger, and she thought that the ants had crawled out of that hole.

Hong Hu was still screaming, his hands turning from flapping to scratching on his body, because the itch was unpleasant. Yu Fenfen saw a few ants that had been shot to death sprinkled under Honghu's buttocks like medicine powder, and thought of the fruit candy that was being moved by the ants, so he said, Hu'er, you brought the ants to the house, who is to blame?

Hong Hu was stunned and glared at his mother as if he had been wronged. Yu Fenfen said, my mother didn't wronged you. You didn't tease the ants into the house on purpose, it was indirect. The more he listened, the more confused he became, and he jumped down from the bed covered with straw mats, and was even more frightened when he saw the swarms of black ants rushing to the base of the wall under the edge of the bed.

Yu Fenfen pointed to the lump of things carried by the ants and said, "Hu'er, that fruit candy is what you left behind."

Hong Hu suddenly realized that his mother had not wronged him, a few days ago, he had a cold and fever, and the pills were too bitter, and his father specially bought fruit candy for him to clear the bitter taste in his mouth after taking the medicine, and he felt too sweet, so he spit out half of the leftover on the ground, and unexpectedly amused so many ants.

At this moment, Hong Hu was extremely angry, put on the rubber-soled slippers, and stepped on the black ants that were lined up in a line, and trampled with his feet, as if he was afraid that the ants would not die, and many ants were indeed trampled to death by him.

His ravages were quite ruthless, and some of the ants that had been trampled to death were still in different places, and their bodies were completely on the soles of his slippers and on the floor. But the ants that were wiped out, even if they left even one behind, were fighting, of course, not only one, but many of them fled one after another, and some of them no longer climbed on the half-left fruit candy and coveted its sweetness, but went to the little hole under the wall.

Most of the ants who escaped and couldn't win died under the soles of his slippers, and some ants climbed up his ankles along his slippers and even burrowed into his pants, which frightened him.

Seeing this, Yu Finnish squatted down and patted the ants on his feet in a panic, but the slapping was inexhaustible, and he subdued this one, and that one followed. Hong Hu simply ran out of the door to the kitchen to get a thermos bottle and unscrewed the lid, and poured it down towards the small hole under the floor and wall of the bedroom.

At this time, Hong Wanglong was kneeling on his knees on the wooden building of his house, kowtowing to a statue of Manjushri on the incense table, and then prayed sincerely, respectfully asking the great wisdom Manjushri Bodhisattva to give wisdom to my son to help him pass the high school entrance examination. I would like to teach my children to accumulate virtue and do good, not to kill living beings, not to do evil things......

When Hong Wanglong said this, he suddenly saw that one of the bunches of sandalwood incense inserted in the incense burner with incense mist had gone out before it was half-burned, and he realized that there was a bad omen, did he offend the Bodhisattva somewhere? I immediately lit the match and lit the sandalwood, and then kowtowed, always feeling that something was wrong, if it wasn't my own fault, or my family was wrong, or why would the burning sandalwood go out?

Thinking about it this way, Hong Wanglong went downstairs, walked to the hall and didn't see his wife, so he came to his son's bedroom, only to see his wife mopping the floor with a mop, the ground was wet, and there were dead ants lying around. Hong Wanglong was stunned, and his son, who was wearing a red vest, raised his arms and said, Dad, you see, there are a lot of red spots bitten by ants on it, and it itches me to death. I drenched the ants crawling all over the ground with boiling water, and the damn ants were all dead.

Son! How can you burn so many ants? Killing has been evil, and those who have been evil have prayed to God and Buddha will not be blessed. Hong Wanglong was a little anxious, feeling that the Bodhisattva he worshipped upstairs just now was in vain.

Dad, don't be superstitious, it's not illegal to kill ants? Hong Hu said as he picked up the shirt next to the bed and put it on his body, preparing to go to school. Hong Wanglong found an ant crawling on the collar of his son's shirt, so he reached out to grab it, but did not catch it.

Hong Hu looked at it, and was about to shoot again, but Hong Wanglong blocked it with his left elbow, and then caught it with his right hand, and finally caught the ant, not strangled it, but pinched it just right, without hurting its life, its corn-sized neck was still swinging, no, it was struggling.

Yu Fenfen, who was still mopping the ground, said that the ant had escaped, or that if it had crawled on the ground, it would have been drenched to death by the flood bird with boiling water. Hong Wanglong walked to the window, opened the window, and threw out the ants he caught, which was a release. Hong Hu felt unreasonable when he saw his father doing this. Hong Wanglong turned around and said, son, killing ants is not a crime, but if you learn to cherish your life, isn't it just accumulating yin virtue? Accumulating yin virtue can move the gods and help you go on to higher education.

Dad, you're. Hong Hu still didn't believe it. This year, he really failed the middle school entrance examination, and only then did he wonder if it was because of the consequences of killing thousands of ants by drenching them with boiling water.

Soon, in his dream, Hong Hu saw that the ants were not dead, but turned into termites that gnawed at the wooden window of his bedroom. One of the termites ran into his ear and said, "Hong Hu, I was one of the ants you killed with boiling water, and now we have all become termites to take revenge on you, although we can't kill you, but if we work together to bite that wooden window, we will make your family suffer."

Hong Hu waved his hand and slapped it, but instead of killing the termite woman, he slapped himself. I don't know why, the termite woman jumped on the back of his hand and sneered at each other, Hong Hu, you can't shoot me, even if you do, you can't shoot me.

Hong Hu touched his face that was still numb after being slapped by himself, and asked very suspiciously, Termite wife, Termite woman, you said that you were an ant that I drenched with boiling water, so let me ask you, what did you change when you were an ant?

I am a human being, the first two lives were too heavy to kill, and they were sick in their 20s, and died of liver ascites. The termite woman on the back of Hong Hu's hand raised her head and said leisurely.

Hong Hu stared at it by surprise, but in vain, and in the blink of an eye, the termite woman climbed up to the back of the hand that patted it, and he stared dryly, very surprised.

Seeing that Hong Hu did not attack with good intentions, the termite woman stung the back of his hand angrily, and a tingling itch made him instinctively slap with his other hand, which woke him up, and he turned over on the bed covered with straw mats, and he had forgotten most of the plot in the dream, only vaguely remembered that the wooden window on the wall of this bedroom had committed termites, and as for whether there were real termites, it was still to be checked during the day. It was the second half of the night, and it was still pitch black inside and outside the room, and he couldn't sleep, so he thought about it and squinted sleepily at dawn.