The first time I saw his old man, I didn't know his last name, and I asked, "What should I call you?" He said, "They all call me short." "I think it's embarrassing, his old man's height is estimated to be one meter four, plus his back is a little hunched, he is indeed very short. However, it is rude to call out a person's physical defects. I was embarrassed and said, "That's not good, call you that." On the contrary, he was a little unhappy, and said, "What is wrong with you, girl?" ”
Well, I let go of all my psychological baggage and followed others to call him "shorty".
I'm from Xiangyin, why do I want to meet Shorty? The story here, I tell it, is very risky, because it may be judged by the platform as promoting MI faith. And my real intention is not to promote his profession, but to lament the kind of self-improvement that he has outside of his profession.
19 years ago, my son was just 3 years old. For a while, my son was sick, he had no energy and no appetite, and he went to the hospital for a check-up, but he was not sick, and I was really anxious. Seeing that my son has no strength day by day, nesting in the sofa every day, dizzy, I don't know what to do. On that day, someone recommended me: "You go to Whitewater to find the dwarf." "During that time, I was very busy with work during the day, and I could only go at night.
In the evening, I rented a taxi, and I, together with my son's grandmother and the acquaintance, took my son to Baishui to look for the dwarf. Alas, he lived in a temple, and when our car arrived, he just opened the temple door. We were so happy and said, "We're afraid you're not home." He said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time." I was going out, but after dinner, I knew that someone from afar would come looking for me tonight, and I didn't go out for fear that you would rush into the air. ”
We explained the intention, Dwarf Dai used a bowl to fill a bowl of rice from the rice bowl, took a piece of red cloth to wrap it, used a piece of wood to grind on the red cloth, grinding hard, grinding and grinding with us, while grinding and chatting with us, asked me how old my son is, what are some symptoms. I replied truthfully one by one.
After grinding the rice, he uncovered the red cloth, looked at the rice with his highly myopic eyes, looked at it for a long time, and said, "In the northeast, there are two gs, one high and one short.......""I was horrified to hear. I asked Shorty to help drive G. He took a few pieces of yellow paper, dipped a stick the size of a toothpick, dipped it in ink, and drew it. It's a lot of intertwined lines that I don't recognize. Later, he got me some things to hang on my son's body or put them next to his pillow.
Anyway, that night, after returning from the dwarf, the son slept well, and the next day, he ate and milk, and was in good spirits. I can't tell you how it works, but I saw him heal my son, and I thought it was amazing.
Later, one day, I went to the dwarf again and asked about my uncle. My uncle was sentenced at the time and imprisoned in Jianxin Farm in Yueyang. Dwarf only asked his uncle's name, and he didn't ask too much. I told the name and said that my uncle lived in Changsha. "He'll be back this year," he said. "I definitely don't believe this, because my uncle has an indefinite sentence, how can he come back? But I couldn't poke it to my face, so I had to pretend to believe it. That time, because it was daytime, there were a lot of people looking for dwarfs, and there were also people who came to visit the door, so I chatted with someone next to me. The man next to him looked like an old neighbor.
The man told some of the life deeds of the dwarf: the dwarf was born in 1951, his parents died early, he was an orphan, at that time had just been liberated, the rural life was very hard, and the dwarf lived even harder. Orphans eat hundreds of meals, and at a young age, they can only herd cattle for the team. When he was twelve years old, he went out to herd cattle one day, and when the cows were full, he came back, but he did not come back. In the middle of the night, before he returned, the team searched everywhere but could not find it. Early the next morning, he was found in a grave in the mountains, where he slept all night.
Strange things happened: he got up from the grave, rubbed his eyes, went back, and when he got home, he was cured. Someone on the team couldn't keep up their spirits, so they brought a bowl of rice, a red cloth, and a piece of wood, and after some operation, said, "You were once blown ...... by a cold wind in the northwest."Then he drew him a piece of paper, burned it, and ate it, and the man was healed; There are children in the team who cry every day, their faces are yellow and thin, and they make a bowl of rice, a red cloth, and a piece of wood, and after some operation, they say: "The child is too naughty, and he peed under a big tree in the southeast." Small children can't pee outside in the open! He drew another piece of paper, burned it for the kid to eat, and then he stopped crying, and he was jumping around.
At the end of that year, my uncle was transferred from Yueyang Jianxin Farm to Changsha Prison, which was very close to home, and it was very convenient for the family to visit. It suddenly occurred to me that when he said "I will be back at the end of the year", did he mean "to return to a place close to home"?
My uncle "came back", and then I went to ask my cousin about it. I have a cousin, when I was in my twenties, because of the frustration in love, mental problems, later, the cousin got better, and was introduced to marry my cousin, the cousin loved my cousin very much, and the family was very happy. But suddenly one day, my cousin became mentally ill. My cousin's family has no heredity of mental illness, my cousin's love brain, he found a wife and got married, and his marriage was very happy, how could such a situation occur? I also asked the dwarf with a playful mentality, and the dwarf still operated the same way: a bowl of rice, a red cloth, and a piece of wood. "On his way off work, there were two G's pestering him for many years. I asked, "Can you help drive it away?" He still drew the same yellow paper, and instructed him to burn it to ashes in three times for his uncle to eat. However, my cousin's whole family didn't believe in this, and I couldn't help it, and I failed the hard work of the dwarf, and the three pieces of paper were burned, and the ashes melted into the dirt.
My cousin has never been well, I take medicine every day, and I feel so distressed that I eat it, but I can't help it. After my cousin was 60 years old, he was admitted to the Provincial Brain Hospital, where he stayed for a long time and never came back. Sometimes I thought, "What if I gave my cousin the ashes of the yellow paper?" Paper ash is not poisonous, so why not believe it once? I still hate myself.
This time, it was an 80-year-old woman in her hometown who fell on the toilet and broke her leg, went to Liuyang for surgery, and began to have a fever after coming back. At first I thought it was inflammation and fever, but the wound recovered well. She didn't burn in the morning, only in the afternoon, and the thermometer didn't burn, only she felt burned, so cold and freezing days, there was no air conditioning at home, no ** stove, normal people were wearing down jackets, and they felt cold, and they were lying on the bed, pulling the quilt away, and the clothes were lifted up, and they wanted to fan the wind. She said that the heat was unbearable, and her throat was dry and uncomfortable.
On that day, she called me, saying that it was too uncomfortable to burn every afternoon, and hoped that I would help drive a trip to Baishui and help me find a dwarf. I immediately agreed, and the sister-in-law came with me. Coincidentally, the dwarf also happened to be at home, and it was the same operation more than ten years ago, and the same diagnosis: "Northwest, two Gs, stumbling over Yu." He pointed to the rice bowl and asked me to see it, but I only saw one bowl of rice, and I didn't see anything else.
It's still the same paper. While the dwarf was operating, the sister-in-law sat on the side, crossing Erlang's legs. While grinding rice, his eyes did not look at the girl, but his mouth said: "This old girl, don't lift your legs!" Frightened, the lady quickly put her leg down. I was so short-sighted, but I was surprised to see the Erlang leg of the person next to me.
On the same day, the fever subsided, and until today, three or four days, there has been no more burning. It should be completely fine and won't burn anymore.
I don't want to preach how powerful and amazing the dwarf is, I just want to sigh when I tell this: God closes a door for a person, and it will open a window for him. A person, as long as he strives for self-improvement, God will always give him a job, but this job needs to be found by an individual, and it needs to be cherished after finding it!