Crazy Psychologist

Every village has its own customs, and every place has its own stories. But how different are the people in each place? They should all be similar.

In the story of Xie Chunping's mother, Xie Chunping's brother became a child possessed by an evil spirit due to a funeral.

The responsibility must also be attributed to the village across the river because of the overly solemn ceremony and the habit of burial in the middle of the night.

"It's a willow tree. Someone was buried across the street that day. He insisted on going up the mountain saying he wanted to see the stars. He didn't come back after 11 o'clock in the evening. When he came back the next day, it became like this. You know that no one ever goes to those willow trees. Once planted, a willow tree will grow when a person is buried. If someone is entangled in a willow tree that has just sprouted on the mountain at the time of burial, then it means that the person is no longer a human being and the willow tree is no longer a willow."

Xie Chunping's mother's eyes were blurry when she told this kind of story. She was just like the scaring masters in the village. In some places, these people were called "Big Mac rope jumpers", and in other places, they were called " "Great Immortal" or "Master".

Liubuliu is the dialect here in Heping Village. Only the locals know that Liubuliu means ghost or not.

Xie Chunping still remembers eating eighteen pickled cabbage dumplings, then walking through the farmland to see his cousin on the other side of the village.

Xie Chunping will never forget the scene at that time, and he will never forget it for the rest of his life.

The cousin's name was Pan Long. Master Murakami said that the child's name was a bit too much, so he would attract evil spirits, so he burned some grass and ground it into powder, which he said was mixed with water.

There is also something special about this water. You should put a jar of water on the table at twelve o'clock in the evening on the fourteenth day of each lunar calendar, and no one can touch it. At twelve o'clock in the evening on the fourteenth day, you should bring the water to the yard and let the moon shine. The light shines on all night, but before the sun comes out, if you cannot be exposed to sunlight, you have to go back to the house and avoid the light, then wake the child up, pour the powder into the water, and drink it without leaving a drop.

In this way, unclean things can be driven away.

It would be easier in the south, but in the north, during the Chinese New Year, how difficult is it to leave a jar of water under the moonlight overnight without freezing?

The master could do it. The master charged my aunt 20 yuan, which was not expensive. He sold her a dark jar with a small mouth and told her to put pure water directly into the jar and wait for the time to pass.

Before sunrise the next day, my aunt doubtfully wrapped herself in a cotton-padded jacket and went to the yard to get the jar. It turned out to be a jar of unfrozen water.

Thank God.

So my aunt happily took out the herbs she bought for 200 yuan from the drawer, poured them into a jar, stirred them, and gave them to Xie Chunping's cousin to eat.

When my cousin saw Xie Chunping, he was still vomiting, and almost his entire face was so thin that he looked emaciated.

He said he wanted to go back to school, but he had no strength and did not dare to leave the room.

After Xie Chunping returned home, he told his mother that something was wrong and that he should take his cousin to the hospital in the city for a checkup. People would die if this continued.

But the mother said that the aunt would not go to the hospital. The aunt would rather lock up her son for the rest of his life and raise him than let him out and let others laugh at him.

How could this be concealed?

What Xie Chunping didn't expect was that he really kept this matter a secret. During the winter vacation of his senior year, Xie Chunping came home. His cousin was no longer chained in the room because he was already sallow and thin and had no strength. When he saw Xie Chunping came and seemed to want to talk about some outside things, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he shook his head, as if he had no energy to speak, and he seemed not sure whether to speak or not.

Of course, Xie Xiaofei will definitely not be the same as his cousin, but when Li Xiaoyun asked him this just now, Xie Chunping was really a little scared. Speaking of which, can this weird problem be inherited?

No, Xie Chunping shook his head and suddenly held his son tightly in his arms.

Dad will take you to the hospital. If you are sick, we will go to the hospital for treatment.

Xiaofei gradually became quiet in Xie Chunping's arms. The continuous tremors became once every few minutes, and the continuous weird shouts also became every few minutes.

Xie Chunping tried to help his son re-read the Chinese text of the day. Xie Chunping taught Xiaofei twice about the unfamiliar word "ba", and Xiaofei knew it.

There's no problem, there's no problem with your IQ, maybe you're just a little restless or frightened.

Maybe there is no illness at all.

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Xie Chunping took out his mobile phone and looked through the friends in WeChat from beginning to end. Who could he ask about such a thing? not a single one.

Xie Xiaofei did his math homework very slowly. Although his accuracy rate was not low, his answer speed was too slow. Xie Chunping carefully observed his son doing his homework on the sofa. The addition and subtraction within ten should be 2 Minutes are enough to complete the task, but when Xie Xiaofei writes a number, it will be erased with an eraser. When he writes a number, he will erase it with a pencil many times.

It was obviously just a number, so Xie Xiaofei didn't know what he was struggling with.

Xie Chunping, who just now believed that his son's IQ was fine, began to wonder if he had made a mistake.

When it came time to write English, Xie Chunping began to believe that Li Xiaoyun's irritability and despair were justified. Xie Xiaofei wrote a line of English, a very simple sentence, and the four words involved in it were really taught by Li Xiaoyun since Xiaofei was in middle school. His, "This is a pencil."

Xie Xiaofei spent 20 minutes rewriting this line of sentences and four words. After 20 minutes, he spent another 10 minutes writing pencil.

The p he wrote is q, and the c is also the other way around.

Xie Chunping thought that this kind of thing really couldn't be taught. He could only repeat to Xie Xiaofei over and over again, this is p and that is q.

Time flies when teaching children, but their progress is exactly the opposite of time.

Xie Chunping was exhausted, and Xie Xiaofei actually looked even more uncomfortable.

"Do you really not like reading?" Xie Chunping rubbed the rubber with his right hand, suppressing the anxiety in his heart, and asked patiently: "Xiao Fei, you were very smart, well-behaved and sensible when you were a child. Why are you now?" Why do you become so unmotivated?

Dad doesn't ask you to get 100% in every exam. Dad just asks you to complete the homework you should complete and read the correct texts you should read aloud in class. Can't you do this? "

Xie Xiaofei wanted to complain and say that he had worked hard, but he didn't know what was going on, and he didn't know how to write these things well.

He didn't know why he made such a sound, why he was angry or unhappy.

I won’t be able to cry.