Originally, it was a very sunny day when I went out in the morning, but I didn't expect that not long after, when the villagers registered and prepared to go home, when they walked halfway, the sky had become gloomy.

"Look! It's raining over there!" Huang Shulang pointed chubby and pointed into the distance, his eyes wide.

I unhurriedly spread the umbrella open, not caring at all about the change in the weather. When I woke up in the morning, the changes in the vitality of the heavens and the earth had already told me about the coming rain.

Everyone in the village looked at me standing under the umbrella in a daze.

Grandpa has begun to get used to these abilities of mine, and for him, his grandson is the best. It doesn't matter if it's me before or who I am now.

The villagers looked at me with awe in their eyes. Soon, though, they didn't have the heart to care about me anymore. Because the rain has come.

Soybean-sized raindrops left a trail in the sky before hitting the ground and disintegrating into smaller raindrops, forming a mist that was upright with the dust.

"Run!"

But it's too late, and it's still more than a mile away from the village. Even if you run to the house, you have already become a soup chicken. I can only run to the woods not far away and find a big tree with dense foliage to shelter from the rain. It's just that with such a heavy rain, even under the big trees, it is still impossible to block all the rain.

My grandfather and I passed through the woods with umbrellas, and under the envious gaze of everyone, we slowly walked towards the dilapidated brick houses at the head of the village. And the clothes on Huang Shulang's fat body have been completely drenched by the rain, and the books in the schoolbag are afraid that they will also suffer.

Huang Shulang's eyes kept staring at me stunned, but my eyes didn't accommodate them at all.

When I got home, my ox broke the bolt with its horns, ran out of the pen, ran straight to me, and arched my hand with its head.

He has fallen in love with the breath I slap on his head every time I herd a cow. After this period of cultivation, it has become very different from other cows. Its coat color turned golden, and every time it went out, as long as it screamed, none of the cows in the village could control it.

The raindrops fall on the cattle's body, but they can't penetrate the cattle's dense hair. The fine fluff seems to give the scalper a natural raincoat. Raindrops converge on the scalpers into a trickle. The scalper shook his body mischievously, and the rain splashed, so that my grandfather and I hurriedly dodged.

"You cow to be killed!" Grandpa scolded, but with a smile on his face.

Cattle are an important labor force for the farmer, and they are also the foundation of the farmer's family. Without this cow, it would be difficult for even the best farmer to cultivate a few acres of farmland after the autumn harvest. Although by the 99th century, farmland was no longer so important to the peasants, and the young people had gone out to work, and only the old, weak, sick and disabled were left in the countryside.

The cattle are very cheerful in the heavy rain, and they seem to be enjoying the baptism of the heavy rain. I also felt the purer Heaven and Earth Vitality brought by the heavy rain, which was also mixed with the breath of thunder. For a moment, I fell into a wonderful state again. I also rushed into the rain and jumped up after the scalper. My steps were strange, like an ancient ritual.

Grandpa looked at me in amazement and tried to rush into the rain to pull me back under the eaves. But my pace seemed slow, but my grandfather couldn't catch the pattern at all. He couldn't even touch the corner of my clothes. On the contrary, it seems that he is also jumping in the rain like me.

The big fat man Huang Shulang and the others rushed back to the village in the heavy rain, only to see me, my grandfather and our cattle jumping wildly in the rain.

"Crazy! Crazy! Crazy family! Scalpers are crazy!"

Huang Shulang didn't see that although I was jumping in the rain, the raindrops flying down from the sky seemed to have eyes, and when they were about to hit me, they turned a corner very spiritually, and there was not a drop of water on my clothes and shoes.

But my grandfather was different, he was soaked with rain all over his body. Grandpa stopped suddenly, his eyes widening as he watched me jump strangely with joy without a drop of water on me.

"Alas!" said Grandpa, dejected, as he walked back to the eaves and returned home to change his clothes. He had to accept the fact that I was different from other kids. He'd rather I'm just an extremely ordinary child. Because what he saw made him extremely frightened.

The scalper is extremely spiritual, and it is more sensitive to the sense of vitality than humans. When I was beating in the heavy rain, the vitality between heaven and earth was gathering on me. So it always follows in my footsteps, breathing the vitality between heaven and earth happily.

Jumping and jumping, the rain finally stopped, and a beautiful rainbow hung on the mountainside in the distance. I stopped too. I could feel a seed in my body that was slowly germinating. I already know that those more than two years of meditation have planted a special seed in my body. Later I learned that this seed is called the Tao.

I stopped, only to realize that there were already a lot of people from the village around me. They looked at me with a strange look. I could see that they were afraid of me. Perhaps, they suspect that I have some kind of feared deity attached to me.

I didn't care about their gaze and slapped the scalper on the head: "Go graze!"

The ox walked obediently to the ridge, this guy is very spiritual, the ridge in the village it ate one by one, ate a stubble, and waited for the new grass to grow, grew almost tall, just ate the second time.

When the people in the village saw that the grass on the ridge was growing freshly and tender, they wanted to lead their cattle to eat the grass on the ridge, but who knew that when they arrived at the place where my cattle had eaten, those cattle refused to eat it. Everyone knows that I am evil, and now I am also evil.

Seeing my cattle walking towards them, the villagers hurried home, got out of the way, and let my cattle pass.

Grandpa's eyes are always different from those in the village, others only look at me in fear, but grandpa only looks at me with pity. He was worried that one day I would be like before, and I would not speak for two years. He was also worried that I would not live long because I had been contaminated with unclean things.

"Yangyang, come in!" Grandpa shouted behind me.

As soon as I entered, my grandfather slammed the door shut. Grandpa didn't like people looking at me like a monster.

"Grandpa. "I called Grandpa.

"In the future, don't jump like you do today. "Grandpa didn't give me any room to resist.

Now the only person who cares about me is my grandfather, and my grandfather's words are an inviolable decree for me.

I went to school and my life became more regular.

At school, I still didn't talk much. There's always some pointing hands behind me, I'm used to it. The teachers also looked a little differently at me, a special student. It has made me more free. To be honest, my grades were not bad, and the content of the primary school textbook seemed too simplistic for me. As a result, the class became a bit boring. Think about how boring it would be for an adult to spend a year and a half reciting a family law mantra. When I went to elementary school, it became a part of my daily life.

On the first page of the first grade Chinese booklet, I learned the pinyin letters A, O, E, and the students read it carefully with the teacher, and I also found it interesting. But I don't think like a normal child. What I think of is whether these simple voices can mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth. When I recite a, o, and e, I try to pull the vitality between heaven and earth. Maybe it's the way the vocalization is inappropriate, so the effect is not good.

There was a child named Ma Jindong in the class who stuttered, his mouth was open for a long time, and he was always silent, so anxious that he stomped his feet. His appearance made all the children in the class laugh except for me and Ma Jindong. Guo Daoying, the head teacher and Chinese teacher, couldn't help but smile.

But I was deeply inspired, since the pronunciation can't attract the vitality of heaven and earth, what about the footsteps? The scene of beating in the rain that day resurfaced in front of my eyes. At the age of seven, I didn't have any scruples in my heart at all, and I started to act when I thought about it. Stand up and walk to the open space at the back of the classroom and jump up. Read a, o, and e together. This time, the rhythm was in tune, and the aura between heaven and earth suddenly surged towards me like a tide.

The homeroom teacher, Guo Daoying, and the classmates first watched me beat like crazy in the back of the classroom, and when Guo Daoying tried to stop me, they found that the classroom began to shake.

Guo Daoying's face changed, and he was shocked in his heart: "There was an earthquake!" and then he couldn't stand steadily, and sat on the ground. The students in the class were no better, rolling on the ground one by one. The whole classroom was in chaos.

I was immersed in that wonderful feeling, and I was part of everything in heaven and earth.

Animals are much more sensitive to the energy of heaven and earth than humans, so they are able to perceive changes in their environment more sensitively than humans. Villagers working near the school were surprised to find large flocks of butterflies moving towards the Octagon Elementary School like colorful clouds. No one knows exactly what happened at Octagon Elementary School.

Butterflies pour into classrooms from windows, landing on walls, glass, blackboards, rooftops, chairs, and even people. The classroom became a sea of butterflies.

I didn't know all this. I'm still beating with emotion.

Such a big movement has already alarmed the teachers and students of the entire Octagon Primary School.

The elementary school students exclaimed and watched the butterflies flutter in the sky. The teachers were also amazed. They also don't bother to restrain the students who are in the carnival. It's a pity that in those days, no one in such a small mountain village had a mobile phone.

On the roof and eaves of the school, there are butterflies everywhere. The first-grade classroom is where butterflies are most concentrated.

Principal Han Hyun-sang walked out of the classroom, and he didn't understand what was going on.

The first-grade classroom was the most special, all the butterflies poured into the first-grade classroom without forgetting their lives, and Han Hyunsheng walked over and saw the amazing scene in the classroom.

"Stop!"

Like a thunderclap, I woke up from that state of self-forgetfulness. Looking at everything in the classroom, I didn't know what I was doing.