drunk doctor

When I was young, my dad always hugged me and said: "My Lieer is the cutest."

So I occupied my father's favor and did all kinds of evil.

I was the one who climbed the tree most actively in the yard, and I was the one who fell with a bruised nose and swollen face, and I was the one who cried the most; I took out the bird eggs and secretly put them under the cushions of the honored guest at the banquet, causing the honored guest to 'incontinence', and made the other party angry His face turned blue, and my father apologized with a wry smile on his face, and beat me up that day.

I cried miserably, and my mother was so distressed that I slept in a separate room with my father for a whole month. During that month, my father looked at me with resentful eyes. In fact, I wanted to tell him at the time that the idea was to play with me, Amao tell me.

I continued my mischievous life. I folded the books that my father treasured in the study into various paper flowers and paper birds. My father was furious and I burst into tears. My father was so afraid that he called me his little boy. Ancestor, if you change your words, praise me for my dexterity, for being able to fold so many kinds of beautiful flowers and birds, with a big smile on my mouth, but bleeding in my heart, it is a treasure that he has treasured for many years.In fact, I wanted to tell him that my sister taught me how to fold those flowers and plants, and my third uncle told me that there was paper in my father's study that could fold flowers and birds. That year——I was six years old.

One day my sister was sick and lay quietly on the bed. My mother was crying so hard that even my father was choked up with red eye circles. I curiously asked my father if my sister was sick and fell asleep.It would be good to wake her up, why is everyone crying?

After listening to my mother, she hugged me and cried even more fiercely. My father hugged me and my mother and cried softly. I saw them crying, and I cried too, with snot and tears, all Rubbing on Dad's clothes.It wasn't until I grew up that I really understood that the kind of sleep that can't wake up is called death.

My sister's funeral was very simple. The third uncle originally wanted to make a grand ceremony, but it was the father who stopped him because he didn't want the mother to be too sad.I invited a few Taoist priests and said it was to save the dead. At that time, I really wanted to ask my third uncle, isn’t it all done by monks?Why are Taoist priests invited, and why are those Taoist priests surrounding the sleeping sister, how can my sister sleep like this?

I wanted to go up to drive those Taoist priests away, but the third uncle held me and wouldn't let me move. I was wronged and cried for my sister. My mother hugged me and cried hard, but I couldn't cry.

Then the people present exclaimed, and my mother and I looked up in surprise. It turned out that the Taoist priest woke up my sister. My sister was sitting in the big black box, looking like she hadn't woken up, silly. Looking at the crowd, ha, they are more stupid than me.

Those adults didn't know why they were so frightened, especially Amao's mother. The terrible scream made me have a nightmare for a month.

Mother and father were also in a daze, crying and laughing for a while, and slowly walked towards the elder sister who was sitting in the big black box.

Although my sister who woke up looked silly, I was still very happy that she woke up, so I ran over to my parents first, put my feet up, supported the edge of the big black box, and called my sister happily, but my sister was fine. Response, does she not remember me after sleeping?

I stretched out my hand and shook my sister's arm, and continued to call my sister without admitting defeat. Everyone in the audience was stunned, even my third uncle, who was a little weak in fright, forgot to step out of the room and looked at me alone. The little kid was shaking the arm of his sister who was also a little kid. Only the father and mother came over, took my sister out of the big black box, hugged her in my arms, and continued to cry, calling her by her nickname. I stared blankly. Seeing my mother and father only hugging my sister and not me, I felt extremely wronged, crying loudly for my father to hug me...

It is said that this incident caused a sensation in the whole city at that time, and some people even came to the house, saying that my sister had evil spirits on her body, which must be purified with fire, and asked my father to hand over the person to them. Xiao Jian blasted all those people out, and Mother's complexion also darkened more than half.

The third uncle rushed out with a broom, and angrily swept all those people again, and finally those people ran away. I looked at the broom in the third uncle's hand, and then remembered that it was Not long ago, I took a broom to smash the cesspit, so I immediately pinched my nose and avoided the third uncle. The third uncle looked puzzled, and I didn't dare to tell him.

But my sister is still stupid, no matter what my mother calls her, she always looks like that. My father just sighs every time, and my third uncle will tease my sister, but my sister still doesn't respond, and she doesn't even care about me.

Later, another group of people came, one of whom I knew was Amao's father, who was also the lord of the city. Amao's father brought a lot of Taoist priests with him, and said that he must first subdue the evil spirits on his sister, so as not to let her Being controlled by the evil spirits and harming the neighbors, but I haven't seen where the evil spirits are on my sister's body?

Those Taoist priests surrounded my sister, they were burning yellow paper and dancing, and they were still muttering something, while the old man stood aside with a livid face, his fingernails were pinching the palms of his hands to bleed, and the mother cried so much that her eyes were red Yes, it's a pity that the third uncle is not here, otherwise I believe that the third uncle will definitely give these people a good look.

Dad is angry, and mother has been crying recently, all because of these Taoist priests. Since the third uncle is not here, I decided to teach these people a lesson, so I sneaked into Dad's study and took the old sister who told me before she became stupid. My bottle fell on the cushions of those Taoist priests during the intermission. My sister didn't respond when she saw that I was busy, but there was a rare flash of strangeness in her eyes, and I silenced her. Then he climbed up the tree in the yard, hid in the tree and waited for the Taoist priests to come back.

The Taoist priests came back from a rest, continued to burn paper on my sister’s head, danced around her, and finally sat back on the mat. I picked up the slingshot that my third uncle secretly made for me, and set up some strings tied with small stones and set on fire. Xiang, aiming at the buttocks of those Taoist priests, shot in the past, followed by two consecutive shots, the Taoist priests didn't find anything, and the adult standing next to him was all focused on his sister, but he didn't notice anything.

I couldn't help snickering, after a few moments, the Taoist priests started to smoke from their buttocks, and soon those Taoist priests surrounding my sister started jumping up and down, screaming, and Amao's father's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

A big hole was burned on the buttocks of the Taoist priests, and they had no face to face others, so they had to take off their Taoist robes and tie them around their waists. I almost fell off the tree laughing, my father had a forbearance, and my mother's face was full of emotions. Strange, the elder sister who didn't respond actually laughed along with her, so anxious that the mother and father hurried over to pick up the elder sister.I followed down the tree...

Mother nervously supported her elder sister and asked, "Xin'er, do you recognize mother? I am mother..."

Finally, my sister spoke the first words when she woke up, "Mother..."

"Xin'er..." Mother cried as she hugged her sister tightly, and my father smiled as he held me in his arms. That year——I was eight years old.