Crazy Psychologist

Chapter 351 Between Superstition and Faith
Every village has its own customs, every place has its own story, but how different are the people in each place?It should be about the same.

In the story of Xie Chunping's mother, Xie Chunping's elder brother became a child who was bewitched by an evil spirit because of a funeral.

The responsibility should also be attributed to the village on the other side of the river, because of the overly grand ceremony and the habit of burial in that village in the middle of the night.

"It's a willow tree. Someone was buried on the opposite side that day. He insisted on going up the mountain to see the stars. He didn't come back after eleven o'clock in the evening. When he came back the next day, it became like this. You also know that no one has ever visited those willow trees." Once planted, a willow tree will grow when a person is buried, and if someone is entangled by a willow tree that has just sprouted on the mountain at the time of burial, it is not a person, a willow will not be a willow.”

When Xie Chunping's mother told this kind of story, her eyes were blurred, just like the masters in the village who frightened people. In some places, these people are called "jumping the giant rope" Great Immortal" or "Master".

Liubuliu is the vernacular of Heping Village, and only the locals know that Liubuliu means ghost or ghost.

Xie Chunping still remembers eating eighteen pickled cabbage dumplings, then walking across the farm to visit his cousin at the other end of the village.

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

My cousin's name is Pan Long. Master Murakami said that the child's name was a bit too much, so to attract evil spirits, he prescribed some grass and burned it to make a powder, and said it was mixed with water to drink.

The water is also very particular. Every month on the [-]th day of the lunar calendar, put a jar of water on the table at [-] o'clock in the evening, and no one can touch it. The light shines for a whole night, but before the sun comes out, it cannot be exposed to sunlight, so you have to go back to the house, avoid the light, and then wake up the child, pour the powder into the water and drink it without leaving a drop.

In this way, the dirty things can be driven away.

This matter is easier if it is in the south, but in the north, during Chinese New Year, how difficult is it to put a can of water under the moonlight at night so that it does not freeze?

The master can do it. The master charged the aunt 20 yuan, which is not expensive. He sold the aunt a small dark jar and said yes, directly put purified water in the jar, and then just wait for the time to pass.

Before sunrise the next day, my aunt wrapped her padded jacket dubiously and went to the yard to get a jar, but it turned out to be a jar of unfrozen water.

Thank goodness.

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

My cousin was still vomiting when he saw Xie Chunping, almost his entire face was emaciated and ugly.

He said he wanted to go back to school to study, but he didn't have the strength to leave the room at all.

After Xie Chunping returned home, he told his mother that something was wrong and he should take his cousin to a hospital in the city, otherwise he would die.

But my mother said that my aunt would not go to the hospital. My aunt would rather lock up and raise his son for the rest of his life than let him out to be laughed at by others.

How can we hide this matter?

What Xie Chunping didn't expect was that this matter was really hidden. In the winter vacation of his senior year, when Xie Chunping came home, his cousin was no longer locked in the room with chains, because he was already pale and emaciated and had no energy. Xie Chunping came and seemed to want to talk about some outside things, but he shook his head as soon as he opened his mouth, as if he didn't have the strength to speak, and he didn't seem to know whether to speak or not.

Of course, Xie Xiaofei would definitely not be the same as his cousin, but when Li Xiaoyun asked this question just now, Xie Chunping was really a little scared. Speaking of which, could this strange disease be inherited?

No, Xie Chunping shook his head, and suddenly hugged 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.

Xiao Fei gradually calmed down in Xie Chunping's arms, the continuous trembling became every few minutes, and the continuous strange shouting also became every few minutes.

Xie Chunping tried to help his son re-read the Chinese text of the day. Xie Chunping taught Xiao Fei twice the word "pull" that he didn't recognize, and Xiao Fei knew it.

No problem, no problem with IQ, maybe just a little restless, or something frightened.

Maybe there is no disease at all.

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Xie Chunping took out his mobile phone and checked his WeChat friends from beginning to end several times, thinking who could he ask for such a thing?not a single one.

Xie Xiaofei's math homework is very slow. Although the correct rate is not low, his answering speed is too slow. Xie Chunping carefully observes his son's homework on the sofa. The addition and subtraction within ten should be 2 Minutes is enough to complete it, but Xie Xiaofei will erase it with an eraser when he writes a number, and writes a number and then repeatedly scribbles it with a pencil many times.

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

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

When writing 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 Li Xiaoyun really started teaching the four words involved in it when Xiaofei was in middle school. His, "This is a pencil."

Xie Xiaofei took 20 minutes to rewrite this line of sentences and four words, and after 20 minutes, he spent another 10 minutes writing pencil.

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

Xie Chunping thinks that this kind of thing really cannot be taught, he can only repeat to Xie Xiaofei over and over again, this is p, that is q.

The time of teaching children passes quickly, but the progress of children is exactly the opposite of time.

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

"Do you really dislike reading?" Xie Chunping rubbed the eraser with his right hand vigorously, suppressing the impatience in his heart, and asked patiently, "Xiao Fei, you were very smart, well-behaved, and sensible when you were young. Become so unmotivated?
Dad didn’t ask you to score [-]% in every test. Dad just asked you to complete the homework you should complete and read the text that should be read aloud in class. Can’t you do this? "

Xie Xiaofei wanted to complain, wanted to say that he had worked very 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, and why he was unhappy.

Can't cry.

(End of this chapter)