Rebirth is not relative

And fate is often more unpredictable than people think. Even if life is repeated, some fates are still destined to be good, and the fate of prosperity and impermanence is through these fates, revealing a real and hideous appearance.

In the room with the light turned on, the person on the bed had his hair loose, and even kicked the quilt away. It was clearly in the middle of the cold night, but his forehead was covered with sweat, and his body was flushed abnormally.

Meaningless groans, you don't need to get too close, you can clearly see that the sleeping person is very disturbed. From the constantly wriggling body and waving hands, you can tell that he is having a nightmare. His facial features are distorted, and occasionally Broken words will appear: "No...don't...help me..."

A nightmare, yes, a nightmare, a recurring nightmare that I have followed since I was a child.

The scene in the dream is the same every time. First, there is a lively crowd. Men and women are dressed fashionable and beautiful. The loud speaker box is booming and blasting dynamic music. Some people are eating and drinking, and some people are dancing on the dance floor.

A glass of champagne was served in front of him graciously, but every time he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, he could only see the curved lips.

"Don't drink!" Su Fang knew what would happen next, every time he wanted to stop that glass of wine from being drunk, but since he was young, no matter how he tried to stop him, no matter how fierce he shouted or how miserable he was crying, that would never happen. A glass of wine will still be drunk, and then the clear world will slowly spin around.

The scene behind is always blurry, but no matter how blurred it is, he can still feel the pain. Although his consciousness is blurred, his body feels very clear, very clear...

"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaible!!!!"

Su Fang woke up from the bed, he hugged himself tightly with both hands, his whole body was shaking terribly.

"Don't! Absolutely don't!" I don't want this kind of thing to happen to me!

Su Fang's fierce eyes were so fierce that they almost protruded, a burst of murderous aura burst out, her hands were clenched tightly, and the joints turned white.

He didn't know why he kept having this kind of dream. When he was young, he always cried out of fright.At that time, Mother Su would hug him and comfort him.From the broken language, Su's mother finally figured out that her son often dreamed of a brutal and inhumane rape. As a woman in this relatively closed age, she was frightened to hear such things, but her son was eager Even though she was at a loss and didn't know where to find a way to help her son who was suffering from nightmares, she also knew that this matter must never be spread, so she taught Su Fang that she must never tell it, and even had a long time For a while, Su's mother would take him to worship in various big and small temples, asking cryptic questions everywhere.

Until one day, when she took her son back to his alma mater on the mountain, she remembered that there was a Taoist temple halfway up the mountain, so she stopped by there to worship and pray.It must have been a fateful meeting, when her son was playing hide and seek in a quiet Taoist temple, she saw the host at the time, a young Taoist priest.

Because of this endless nightmare, Su Fang, who has not been able to sleep well for a long time, is very short, and Su's mother is also exhausted, so she more or less asks for divination with the mentality of a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and tells her son's birthday Give the horoscope to the young Taoist.

The young Taoist began to pinch his fingers, and murmured without making any sound. Even though he didn't say anything, Mother Su could still see the seriousness in the other person's expression.

Su's mother waited impatiently. Although she didn't fully believe that the young Taoist could help her solve the problem, she had some hope.

The young Taoist finally let go of his hands, and then slowly squatted in front of the little Su Fang, looking at the delicate facial features, his big eyes were flexible and rumbling, even though the face has not yet unfolded, one can still imagine how shocking it will be in the future .

"The benefactor is the life of a man and a woman, and the beauty is unlucky, the fate is ill-fated, and the six relatives are not close."

As soon as the young Taoist opened his mouth, it was really not a good thing as Su's mother was worried about. Su's mother's heart was raised on the spot. Of course, she is not stupid. He was flustered, but he didn't lose his composure on the spot.

"Is there a solution to this?" I begged God to ask Bu Duo, and Su's mother already knew how to ask.

The young Taoist smiled gently: "This is his fate, his cause and effect, and his fate. There is no way to explain it."

Mother Su was stunned on the spot, and then thought about how many half-immortals were following this theory, so she also understood, probably wanting more gold and silver.

The young Taoist didn't care what Su's mother thought, but said indifferently: "As the saying goes, one life, two luck, three Fengshui, four accumulation of yin virtue, and fifth reading. Donation is helpful. Causality is not the chronological order we think, sometimes there is an antecedent because of what happened, so in the midst of impermanence, it is very important to be kind and protective."

While talking, the young Taoist did not know where to draw out a red thread, made a knot in the space between little Su Fang's eyebrows, and then tied the red thread to her slender wrist: "It can be removed after wearing it for seven days and seven nights. Before the age of 17, you wouldn't have those nightmares as often as you do now."

Little Su Fang timidly said: "Can't we all stop dreaming?"

The young Taoist smiled and replied, "When you turn 17, your nobleman will appear. As long as he is willing to protect you for the rest of his life, he can keep you innocent and safe for the rest of his life."

Little Su Fang tilted her head, unable to understand the words of the young Taoist.

"The benefactor and I still have a relationship, if you remember in the future, come to me again."

The face of the young Taoist is still in his memory, and he can't really recall his appearance, but Su Fang never forgot these words.

"This will make you no longer have nightmares?" Little Zeng Junying looked curiously at the red line on little Su Fang's hand, thinking that this thing sounds more legendary than the legendary book.

"My mother said it was very effective, and I haven't had any nightmares since that time."

"Oh, that's really great!" Little Zeng Junying, who is not yet sensible, also heard little Su Fang secretly talk about the dream. He felt that the person who bullied little Su Fang in the dream was really bad, so he said : "Don't worry, if someone really dares to bully you like this, I will beat him away!"

Hearing such a promise from her best friend Ashali, little Su Fang was very touched immediately: "En!"

But the nightmare still occurs about two or three times a year, as if to warn him not to forget, so Su Fang, who is already sensible, ran to the young Zeng Junying one day and said, "I've decided, I'm going to learn Taekwondo!"

The young Zeng Junying immediately disagreed and said, "That hurts, your hands and feet will be bruised after practicing, don't you?"

Su Fang, a young man, said stubbornly: "I want, at least I must have the ability to protect myself. If I am strong and strong, I can also beat the bad guys away."

"That seems to make sense."

With the support and approval of her best friend, Su Fang began to walk hard on the road of Taekwondo.

At the age of 17, Su Fang kept paying attention to the people who came and went around her, but the noble person that the young Taoist said never appeared. From this year on, his nightmares began to visit frequently, because it was no longer a matter of incomprehension At his naive age, he felt even worse, and it was even more difficult to tell Zeng Junying about it, and he hadn't heard Zeng Junying ask him about it for a long time, so he didn't take the initiative to mention it again.

Full of thoughts, he celebrated his birthday last winter. He endured the pain of domestic violence with tears in his eyes. He felt that he was abandoned by the world. Fortunately, Zeng Junying was by his side all the time, and he finally got to where he is today.

After coming out of the bathroom to wash away the sticky and nausea all over her body, Su Fang sat on the bed holding her mobile phone. Even though the long night was not over, the terrible feeling had slowly receded, and she took out the phone from under the bed. The faded red thread is fastened into the small hole under the battery cover of the mobile phone, and it really smells like tassels.

After meeting a young Taoist priest, little Su Fang’s nightmares were greatly reduced. Mother Su knew that she had really met an expert, and went back to find the young Taoist priest afterward. Unexpectedly, the host of the Taoist temple had changed. There was no whereabouts of the young Taoist priest either, and the red line was later kept as a safety talisman.

Although the words and sentences of that year were jerky and difficult to understand, he remembered them clearly, but he couldn't remember the appearance of the young Taoist priest. Zeng Junying suggested him to go to the Taoist temple because of frequent nightmares in the spring of the 17-year-old second year of high school. It's a pity that I went to the Taoist temple on my family's motorcycle, but it was a pity.

Rubbing the mobile phone gave Su Fang a sense of security. He took out an exercise book from the bedside that has been used since high school. There were many strange-shaped graffiti in it. And the pictures gradually become regular, the line tone shows the appearance of the interior space, and the text remembers his unique ideas, just like the design of a store.

Su Fang took out a pen from the pen holder and began to smear on it, occasionally in a daze and occasionally thinking. With his concentration, the originally unfinished long night, Dongfang gradually turned pale.