finger-calling
When I was a child, I often went to my neighbors' house to play. The mistress of the neighbor's house has what the locals call "death disease". As the name suggests, she talks nonsense when she is sick, and sometimes imitates the dead relatives, which shocks everyone present. Everyone thinks that the dead relatives have fallen into her, so they let her give advice in a regular manner.
Now that she thinks, she is actually mentally ill, and she even deliberately pretends to be dead relatives to get the sympathy and care of her existing relatives.
However, in rural areas at that time, especially in rural women, having this disease was not only about getting sympathy and care from their families, but also about scaring us children who were idle to play in her house and those who went to her house to have free meals and gossip. Once, I was idle and went to her house to play with her son who was the same age as me. I don’t know why. While playing, her son cried. She glared at me, then raised her hands and spread her fingers to pretend to be a ghost and yelled: "I hate you anymore..."
I was scared to death. At that time, I thought she was really like the old people in the village said. She crawled and rolled home in three steps, and since then my mother asked me to borrow things from her house. I would never go there anymore. The purpose of the female neighbor was achieved, and I also cut off my friendship with his son’s little playmates from then on.
A few days later, the male owner of her family invited a famous fortune teller nearby. He saw him compass with his back, and his sparse mustache was greasy and he kept stroking it, and his words were full of mystery. He pointed to the millstone that had been standing at the door for many years and said to the male owner: "Always settle on it, stick it on it, don't tear it off..." While speaking, he handed a red note to the male owner, and he was muttering something. Before leaving, he repeatedly told the male owner to hang a post on the door frame of the door and try not to receive visitors.
In the days after that, the female neighbor really no longer had the "death disease". However, her body has lost a lot of weight and her face is yellow, as if she has just recovered from a serious illness. The male owner felt that it was the fortune teller's credit, so he slaughtered a chicken and invited him to a special banquet. First, he wanted to express his gratitude, and second, he wanted to ask him to have another summary treatment. The fortune teller wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth, pinched his finger joints and muttered words for a while, and his beard was beating with the rhythm. Finally, he said: "The undead is scared, but it may be possible to recover for a few months or a year or two. Let's find me again..."
zhihuzhe also
Time flies, and it is entering the 21st century in a blink of an eye, and a new era of earth-shaking is here. I also went to school in the city, and the country's care for the countryside has become even more serious, and the people-friendly policies such as medical insurance, housing renovation, etc. have been decentralized one after another. The township medical team gave the village a free physical examination, and the female neighbor also underwent a physical examination and was told that her previous "death" was highly likely due to mental illness caused by malnutrition.
At the same time, the spiritual civilization construction in rural areas has also been around. The popularization of media such as the Internet and TV has allowed villagers to understand the new world, and basic cultural knowledge has also been greatly popularized. People no longer mention the once magical fortune teller. He heard that he had received several thousand yuan in medical treatment from a farmer and his illness did not turn around at all. He was accused of going to the township government. The cadres in the village realized that there was a possibility of fraud and had informed the police station to deal with it. The fortune teller did not know where to go.
Until today, I have never seen him again...
