That night, the child continued to scream and cry, and then I continued to hold the baby and couldn't sleep.【'

It was still the same on the third night, and it was still the same on the fourth night. On the fifth day, I decided to take the baby to sleep with my mother.

On the morning of the sixth day, I brought the baby back and bought pig brain soup. Seeing that the weather was nice, I fed the baby pig brain soup in the small garden and listened to the gossip of the old men and women.

The old lady vividly told us about the incident yesterday where the mistress from the same building as the child came to our door.

Note that it is not the wife who beats the mistress, but the mistress who beats the mother of the child, Teacher Ding.

Although it was a bit unbearable for the child to scream and go crazy every night, Teacher Ding and the others must not be willing to do this. The old lady also imitated the tone of the mistress and said: "Who told your child to act like a madman?

! If you are crazy, go to a lunatic asylum. We are not a lunatic asylum here." These words of the mistress angered Teacher Ding. Who would be happy to hear others say that their child is a lunatic? Then the mistress deserves to be beaten.

. Who told her not to be virtuous?

But in the final battle, Teacher Ding was beaten. The mistress only received one slap, but Teacher Ding was injured in several places. I was thinking to myself, did the mistress learn karate and be ready for the real wife to hit her at any time?

We were talking excitedly when another old lady immediately said, "Stop talking."

We followed her gaze and saw Teacher Ding walking over carrying vegetables. There were many spots on her face that were red and purple.

Seeing everyone looking at her, lowering their heads and leaving in a hurry. I hesitated for a moment and then said, "Teacher Ding."

She stopped and nodded to me, and was about to leave. I immediately said: "Teacher Ding, the cinnabar water mixed with water for children to drink is not superstitious, it is a commonly used prescription in traditional Chinese medicine. You try to use it for children.

Let’s take a look. Maybe it will be useful.”

Teacher Ding didn't say anything, just nodded lightly and left. I couldn't tell whether her expression meant she would use my cinnabar.

When the old ladies around heard what I said, they quickly lowered their voices and said, "Jin Zi, her child couldn't have gotten into trouble like that."

"No wonder, he screams so miserably every night."

"That is, when their family was moving, they still had to set off cannons, and they were fined 300 yuan."

"Oh, if something happens to their family, it won't affect us."

The old men and women were talking one after another.

I just laughed along and said: "I don't know, I didn't pay attention to her child, but the cinnabar can calm the nerves and relieve shock, which is indeed a use of traditional Chinese medicine. It's just that when the amount is too much, it can kill people. And this trick is used by many goddesses now.

It is in use, but not used many times in traditional Chinese medicine hospitals. So many people just don’t believe it.”

I deliberately emphasized the words "mortal" because I don't want everyone to drink cinnabar water because of my words. In the countryside, so-and-so's baby cries all night but doesn't sleep, or is held in his arms to sleep.

, he woke up as soon as he put it down. He went to see the goddess, who was always talking a lot, and then he used a little cinnabar water and told the baby what kind of magic water it was. He asked the baby to drink it and he would be fine immediately.

In fact, it is not a theory of ghosts and gods at all, but a practice of traditional Chinese medicine.

After feeding my baby a bowl of pig brain soup, I took the baby home. Because it was so close, I stayed at my house during the day and slept over at my mother's side at night.

When I got home, my cousin was still sleeping. I guess he couldn't sleep well at night, so I didn't call him. I ate the porridge and side dishes that my aunt left on the table, and it was time for the baby to take a nap.

I was typing on the bedside with my notebook, and soon I heard a knock on the door. When I put down my notebook and walked out, I heard someone opening the door. Then I heard my cousin’s voice saying: "Haha,

Just wait."

I'm still confused. If you don't know someone, just close the door. If you know someone, just invite them in. Why would you ask people to wait?

When I walked out of the living room, I saw my cousin, who looked disheveled. I won’t explain much, because this is not important. What is important is that my cousin was standing at the door of my cousin’s room, about to come out.

My cousin was shocked when he saw me. Then he pointed to the door, pushed his cousin, and the two of them went back to the room.

Is there any explanation? I despise them! How much more can it cost them to book a room in a hotel? I don’t pay any attention to it. If someone sees it and spreads the word, it will be a real disaster.

I opened the door and saw the old lady from the neighborhood committee outside the door, followed by several old ladies and Teacher Ding and Teacher Ding's daughter.

I quickly invited people in and poured tea.

At this time, my cousin also changed his clothes and came out. His eyes finally fell on the girl, and he stretched out his hand to me from behind and said, "Give me the bracelet."

I was stunned for a moment, then took off the bracelet from my wrist and handed it to him. He asked, "Sleeping happily?"

"Sleeping room."

My cousin asked him to take my bracelet to the room, put it on my baby's ankle, and asked him to stay with my baby for a while, and he also closed the door of my room.

In fact, after I invited them in, I also noticed something was wrong. My cousin told me clearly that the girl could easily get into trouble. If she really got into trouble, if I invited her in, I wouldn't be bringing in dirty things.

Are you at home? But everyone has come in, so I can’t ask them to go out again. That would be too rude.

After protecting my baby, my cousin asked, "What's going on?"

Of course, he asked me in a very low voice. That meant, why did I let that girl into the house directly?

I blinked innocently, turned to the old ladies, and asked if something was wrong.

The old lady from the neighborhood committee had a loud voice, and she was the first to say: "You two, brother and sister, show this child whether he has really been troubled by something. We said that he was troubled by something, but Teacher Ding still doesn't believe it. I said that now

Young people, if you don’t believe this because you are a teacher, you will suffer hardship sooner or later.”

I smiled slightly and said to Teacher Ding: "There is nothing superstitious about it. The method I taught Teacher Ding just now is Chinese medicine, not superstitious."

Well, everyone, please pay attention. I wrote this novel, and it is just a novel, not a superstition. It is like someone digging a grave after reading "Tomb Raiders", and really dug up the jars of the Two and Warring States Period. After reading mine

Story, please don’t go to the cemetery to find ghosts and pinch them.

The old lady from the neighborhood committee immediately said: "We believe in you, Jin Zi. Please show it to the child."

The cousin dragged him directly over a large swivel chair like his computer chair without being polite, sat down next to the girl, and asked: "Sister, have you ever encountered anything strange?"

Probably, girls of this age have a psychological repulsion towards strange men. So she did not answer her cousin's words, but leaned towards her mother.

My cousin looked at me and asked me to ask, while he stepped aside and listened.

I asked with a smile: "Little sister, please tell me. Don't be afraid, we don't blame you."

She still didn't speak. Teacher Ding answered helpfully: "It's nothing, we went to the hospital. The hospital said it was caused by the child's neurasthenia caused by the pressure of studying. He always had nightmares at night. Our family lived in the school before.

In the teachers’ dormitory here, children are in school 24 hours a day. We suspected that it was caused by the environment and thought of renting a house to live there for a while.”

The cousin asked from the side: "Have you had a nightmare? Tell me about it."

I whispered: "Can you still interpret dreams?"

"No, just listen. Many people who are haunted by nightmares while sleeping say they are having nightmares, but in fact they are not necessarily nightmares."

When the old ladies around heard this, they all said, "Yes, let's talk about it."

The little sister shrank into her mother's arms, even more frightened. It was Teacher Ding who helped. Teacher Ding said: "When the child first had nightmares, he told us. Every time he dreams,

It's the same. She said that in her dream, it was pitch black and she couldn't see anything. The only thing she could see was herself, and a red thread flying out of nowhere. The red thread was wrapped around her left middle finger, trying to

She pulled her away. She screamed and cried when she was anxious. Every time we woke her up, she said her left middle finger was numb and her whole body was cold. We went to the hospital and also saw a psychiatrist.

It was a case of neurasthenia, and the psychiatrist said she was under a lot of stress and just wanted to escape from her current studies. So we changed the environment."

An old lady said: "It wouldn't be like this under any circumstances. I think I'm just being haunted by ghosts."

"Where do you see the gold?" asked another old lady.

I looked at my cousin, waiting for his answer. He looked at the child, hesitated, and said: "Then before the child started to have nightmares, was there anything special that happened, or was it the first time she did something evil?

Is the dream about a special day?"

Teacher Ding said quickly: "It's nothing special."

The little girl said timidly: "Grandma is dead."

The cousin smiled slightly at Teacher Na Ding and said, "If you believe me, just tell me properly. If you don't believe me, forget it."

The old ladies on the side started chattering. You must know that the power of advertising by old ladies is very powerful. They talked about the deeds of my cousin and me with added details.

I know that those who believe in this kind of thing still believe it. Those who don’t believe it, no matter how much they say it, they still don’t believe it. So I didn’t say anything and waited for Teacher Ding to express his position.

The cousin entered the room, took out his red thread, dragged a swivel chair to the little girl's side, stretched out his hand, and said: "I will make you a ring. Tonight, drink some cinnabar water and sleep well."

.It’ll be okay.”

The little girl didn't stretch out her hand, but the old lady on the side kept trying to persuade Teacher Ding. An old lady took the little girl's hand and handed it to her cousin.

Teacher Ding secretly rolled his eyes. His cousin used the red thread to wrap around the middle finger of the little girl's left hand a few times and tied this special knot skillfully. He said: "My sister gave you cinnabar a few days ago, right?"

, just drink a little bit. Don’t eat too much, you really can’t eat too much of it, it’s poisonous.”
Chapter completed!