has a friend who hasn't contacted for a long time, and suddenly posted a circle of friends, the text is sad, and it means misfortune. I hurriedly called her and learned that her father had just passed away, so I comforted her on the phone and made her want to drive.
In those few days, I happened to go to her city, so I bought some things and visited her house. She was more haggard than expected, and she looked like she was going to die soon. I couldn't, so I had to persuade her to think about it, and people should look forward. Her father in the Spirit of Heaven did not want her daughter to be so sad.
She didn't speak, and suddenly asked me: "You know so many people, do you know any famous master?"
I was surprised, and immediately understood that she wanted to find a master to solve it. So, I pushed her a business card and told her that it was a well-known psychologist who had a good way to deal with people's emotions. If she needs it, she can visit this psychologist's office.
She shook her head, looked into my eyes and slowly said, "I am asking a master who can communicate with the soul, not a psychologist." Z1z
can communicate with the soul, and I don't understand what she means. She smiled sadly: "Just to be able to communicate with ghosts."
I was shocked, is my friend stunned, or she missed her father too much, and wanted to follow the example of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and summon the ghosts. My friend
led me to a room, which was very small and cramped, which seemed very depressing. She turned on the light, and I suddenly found a shelf in front of it, filled with things. I took a closer look, and they were all medicine bottles, and they were all the same medicine bottles.
I looked at her, not knowing what she meant.
she pointed to the medicine bottle on the shelf and said: "I bought these. I bought them after my father died."
I was still puzzled. She continued: "These are all special medicines for my father's disease. It's all!"
I suddenly felt a little uneasy, and moved my feet toward the door. She looked at me and smiled with a gloomy cold smile: "Do you think I'm crazy, buy a lot of useless medicine, and put it neatly in the room?" I didn't speak. She continued to smile: "I'm so fucking crazy, I think so!"
I said embarrassingly: "Actually, this is not a crazy, at best it is a personal, well, a personal hobby." I found one that makes sense. Reason.
She asked me to sit down, and then told a story. She had a bad relationship with her father. The reason was that her father found her a stepmother. When the stepmother got married, she brought a little boy with her. She was only committed and had no plan to occupy the magpie's nest. However, she didn't follow her, not only made a fuss about her father's wedding, but also found fault with her stepmother. My father couldn't stand the turmoil at home, so he swept her out. Even if
was kicked out of the house, she still came back from time to time to make trouble. One day, she wanted to come back and make trouble again. However, there is only the father at home, the woman and the child are not there. She spoke rudely to her father as usual, was beaten and beaten, and her father ignored her at first, but was really angry and slapped her. She was beaten up, she didn't know what to say, and she cursed at her father's nose. The cursing was quite unsound. Finally, her father fell to the ground while clutching his chest. Only then did she begin to be afraid. She remembered that her father's special medicine was always available at home, so she went to the familiar drawer to find it. There was no in the drawer, so she went to look for it elsewhere. Even the carpet was lifted, but the medicine was still not found.
Her father is gone, when she is full of the house looking for special medicine. For this, she regretted it very much and wept bitterly at her father's funeral.
I thought the story would end here, a story of an unfilial daughter who angered her father and regretted it.
However, unexpectedly, she continued: "On the day of the funeral, on my way home, I saw a pharmacy, and then a voice suddenly rang in my ear,'medicine, medicine'. I was shocked. Faint, it was my father’s voice, right in my ear, yelling, yelling..." She paused and continued: "I don’t know what happened, but I got off the car and went to the pharmacy to buy medicine. , The strange thing happened, the sound disappeared and disappeared. Later, as long as I passed the pharmacy, the sound would sound, and then I had to buy medicine before the sound disappeared. I also tried not to pass the pharmacy, but it didn’t work. , If I don’t go to the pharmacy or hospital for a period of time, the voice will always haunt me and haunt me..." my friend
clutched his headache and cried. I couldn’t bear it, but still said: "This is all your fantasy you shouldSee a psychologist instead of believing in ghosts. "Z1z
She is noncommittal, and I can't force her. Z1z
She asked me to accompany her to my father's house to fetch some things, but the stepmother did not allow her to come in, but some things must be fetched back. I don't understand, that is inheritance The daughter also has a share. Is it because the stepmother is so overbearing and wants to monopolize the inheritance.
She smiled bitterly: "I don't want to fight for any inheritance. She wants it. Give it to her. "Z1z
I wanted to say something, but her father had a lot of property under her name, so she gave up. Wouldn’t it be cheaper for others, but since she doesn’t care, I’m not an outsider to say anything.
Her father’s house is a villa. , Luxurious style, and strict security, she did not let her in, saying that the owner did not agree. Later, another owner took us in. Her stepmother did not make a noise in front of the door, and opened the door coldly.
Good thing, just about to leave, a person suddenly walked in and asked her stepmother if all the trash behind the house was cleaned up and if it was thrown away. Her stepmother was suddenly a little nervous, but she still said, "Throw it all away. Far. "The man got an answer and went straight away, but when he left, he still murmured, "That expensive medicine is still within the expiration date. If you say you throw it away, you can throw it away. The rich are so generous." "The
friend's heart suddenly tightened, and he followed the person to the garbage. There were a few bottles of medicine in the huge garbage bag, exactly the same as those on the friend's shelf, except that there was a mark on it, which was a little different from the friend's. The friend of
was suddenly very excited. She threw the medicine on her stepmother and questioned her loudly. The stepmother was very nervous at first, and suddenly smiled: "Yes, I threw these medicines. I threw them after I got them from the hospital. That day, I knew you would come, so I took Xiaoxi to hide out. Sure enough, you came, and your father fell ill as usual. Then, as I expected, you couldn't find the medicine, and your father couldn't wait, and then died. "Z1z
, a friend hysterically asked her why? She sneered and said: "Since I entered your door, I began to pretend to be a good wife and a good mother, and a kind stepmother. No one can break me. Your father trusts me even more. Yes, but you don’t want to buy in, but it’s okay. As long as your father knows my good, his friends know my good, and relatives and neighbors know my good, it’s enough. Now, you ask the people outside, whether it's the property or the neighbors, who doesn't say mine is good, and who likes you. They will say that I am sincere to your father, and you are an unfilial girl. In fact, I understand in my heart that you love your father, and I just pretend. However, all people, including your father, don’t think so. Do you know why? "Z1z
did not wait for someone to answer, she said to herself: "Because people in the world like to look at appearances, it is difficult for them to understand a person's heart and thoughts, so they take the appearance for granted as a person's truest appearance. . Only the police would want to understand what the prisoner’s heart is, and only the psychologist would want to understand the customer’s psychology..."
friend looked at her with a distorted face: "This is the same as you killed my father. what relationship? "The
stepmother shook her head: "I didn't kill, you were the one who killed. I admit that I threw the medicine, but you can buy it again when the medicine is gone. Therefore, it is never me who kills. "Z1z
She suddenly looked out the window. A five or six-year-old child was playing on the lawn. She said, "This is my son. I hope it will be your father's son in the future, but he said that you are his daughter. The family depends on you... You see, I don't know your father either. Your father has always spoken coldly to you and criticized you in front of his friends. To Xiaoxi, it was a pleasant look. He praised many people for his talent and ability. However, in his heart, you are the only heir to his property. "Z1z
At this moment, a cold wind blew, and the stepmother's neck suddenly shrank, and she looked terrified. Just in time, Xiaoxi came in, grabbing the toy in her hand and rushing towards his mother. The stepmother squatted down, but Xiaoxi stopped suddenly. Suspiciously asked her mother: "Mom, why is Dad on you? "The
stepmother fainted. Z1z
The so-called painting is difficult to paint the skin, knowing the face and not the heart, meaning that it is easier to understand the surface of the person, but it is very difficult to understand the heart and thoughts of the person. Z1z
people want to know the people around them, think. Understand what he thinks and want to know whether he is good or bad for him. But in the end, not many people succeed. Why?
because, thinkIt is difficult to understand a person's heart and thoughts. To understand a person's heart and thoughts, the most important thing is not to look at the surface, not just to look at his usual performance.
A gentleman, might be a butcher late at night. A person with a face full of flesh and blood may be very kind to children...
Therefore, painting a tiger is difficult to paint a bone, knowing the face and knowing the face, the ancestors have answered for us long ago.
