Chapter 17 Seventeenth Night Mi Po

I introduced Li Duo to Luo Lei, and told her about the relationship with Ji Yan, it was strange, the two became good sisters at once, and I was almost redundant, or women are made of water, naturally it is easy Mixed together, but Li Duo is also preparing his graduation thesis, but whenever he is free, he often comes to see us.The weather began to turn cold, and I often received calls from my mother, although a bit nagging, but still very happy. Just woke up in the morning, the phone rang, and when I answered it was my mother's voice, but it seemed different from usual, and my mother said sadly: "Come back and lie down, Mi Po is going to die soon."

Since my second uncle passed away, I almost forgot the feeling of leaving my loved ones, but now I suddenly received the news, my heart felt like a handful of salt, and I panicked.I put down the phone and called the boss and asked for a few days off. Mi Po's surname is not Mi, but I don't remember the exact surname. I only know that she often scrapes sick children, picks pricks or catches ghosts.She likes to use a rice tube to treat diseases, so over time everyone calls him Mi Po, and she is also very happy to be called that.According to seniority, Mi Po should be my grandfather's aunt, so I can actually call her my great-uncle, great-grandmother, but it's too troublesome, and everyone still likes to call her Mi Po.Every time someone called her, she always tried to open her closed eyes, and then moved over step by step with her three-inch feet.

The face of the mother who had not seen her for a long time was very sad. No wonder, although the blood relationship is so far apart, Mi Po’s hands have stroked the hair of countless children. Not only us, but most of the children in the surrounding villages are in Mi Po’s Healthy growth under the blessing.After exchanging pleasantries with my mother, we arrived at Mi Po's house.When we went, there were already many people, old and young, everyone had a low face, and the children bit their lips tightly and dared not speak. It seemed that Mi Po was inside, and they dared not disturb her.

My mother took me in, and Mi Po slept on a bamboo mat. This is one of her characteristics that is different from ordinary people, that is, she always sleeps on this bamboo mat no matter in spring, summer, autumn or winter. She sleeps for more than fifty years. turned red.Granny Mi was dying, and I could hear her heavy breathing in the room, and my mother and grandmother told her that I was coming. Among the younger generations, Mi Po loves me very much, because I am like her favorite and saddest little son.Although she has healed many people, her life was extremely rough. According to her grandmother, the six children born before her could not live to be a year old. When the sixth child died, Mi Po rushed to the grave like crazy and howled. It's called digging graves.

The seventh is also her favorite son, who is exceptionally smart and was admitted to Tsinghua University in the 1960s. When everyone was admiring Mi Po's hard work, his son was shot by a stray bullet in a fight in Beijing. The news of her death almost knocked Mi Po down. She hadn't spoken for nearly a month, but a month later she still rolled up her sleeves to treat people with silver needles and rice tubes. "Six, you and your mother go out, I want to be alone with you just now." Mi Po suddenly sat up with difficulty, I was very surprised, because my grandma said that Mi Po was dying, but now she sits up. She got up, but she looked even more uncomfortable when she sat up, almost skinny all over her body, coughing violently when she sat up, six is ​​my mother's nickname, after grandma and mother went out, in the small room Just me and Mi Po.I found a stool and sat next to her, and held her hand tightly. It was cold and fragile, and I could clearly feel the rough texture and raised bony knots in my fingers.

While weeping and trembling, Mi Po stroked my head with her other hand and said, "Like, it's so similar." "Mi Po, you have to take good care of your health." My nose was also sore. I remember that when I was young, I always thought she was miraculous and could cure any strange disease. I didn't expect her to age like this now. "Just now, do you know why Mi Po wants to talk to you alone?" Mi Po speaks very hard, and with a strong accent, I have to think a few times to understand the meaning.I naturally shook my head.Mi Po suddenly struggled to take out a book from under the pillow, but it didn't look like it.

"This is my record of my life experience and the ability to cure and exorcise evil spirits that I know. I have always regarded you as Deli (the dead son of Mipo). Now I am leaving. I just want to pass on the book to you, you If you like it, look at it more, and if you don’t like it, burn it.” Mi Po coughed for a while after finishing speaking, then closed her eyes and stopped talking, I called out a few more times, she waved to me and let me go out. Four hours later, Mi Po died.Later, there were people attending the funeral every day. On the day of the burial, almost all the people in this residential area came. I suddenly thought of a sentence. I want to know if a person is a good person. Just look at how many people sent him off on the day he died. up.

Mi Po left, came and left alone.I edited the book she gave me and hurriedly attended Mi Po's funeral, and then I returned to the newspaper office.As soon as the work was over, I started looking at the relics Mi Po gave me. It’s not so much a book as it is a notepad. The writing is very old and brown. I flipped through it carefully. The inside was written with a brush and read vertically. At that time, someone like Mi Po could write so many words. It is very few. It was a laborious read, and I transcribed it, but the further I went into it, the more amazed I became. It doesn't mention Mipo's medical skills, it's better to say that witchcraft comes from there.But it seems that she learned it secretly from a neighbor's grandmother. It is said that learning this is extremely dependent on talent and fate.However, it records that she began to exorcise ghosts when she was young and that her own children died young.In fact, she will not be as capable as described in the film and television works, but she can indeed do things that we cannot.When she wrote, she wrote in a dialect that was difficult to understand. I consulted many people and tried to translate it roughly.

"My aunt came, and there was a seven or eight-year-old boy next to her armpit. The boy's eyes were dull, almost like a puppet. The weather was so cold that a stream of snot came out of the child's nose, but he didn't realize it. It was Aunt Six who helped him. wiped. I vaguely felt that this child was bewitched.Sure enough, Aunt Six told me that the boy was her sister’s child. The child’s parents went out to make a living and temporarily fostered him in her home. At the beginning, the child was very lively and active, and he was always very energetic, but it suddenly became like this last week.I can't help it, so I came to see you.I was a little hesitant. I didn’t want to care about it. I heard from my ancestors that if you become a wife, a woman who wants to have a child should not do this, otherwise the child will be in trouble, but it is a legend after all. I looked at this The boy finally agreed.

I invited everyone else out as usual, and brought the children to my room (Mipo has a separate treatment room, which is very narrow and can accommodate four or five people at most, and there is no electric light installed in it, and it is closed all year round Doors and windows. There is only an altar inside, enshrining the statue of Guanyin, and burning a few candles all the year round) I put incense on Guanyin, then took out a rice tube filled with rice bags and passed it on the incense, and then shook it in front of the child. (I was also like this when I was young, and I vaguely remember being shaken by her like this when I had a high fever).

I picked up the child's left hand. There was an obvious green stem on the tiger's mouth of the index finger and thumb of the left hand, which was as thick as an earthworm, and it was very swollen.Sure enough, I was frightened.Children's souls are weak, and they are easy to lose their souls when they encounter terror or fright. If the time is not long, they can still be recalled.As long as you help him drive away the ghosts, it will be easy to heal after using needles to regulate the blood. I opened the rice tube, the middle of the rice pile was sunken, the surroundings were bulged, and there were three small pits.I opened his mouth, and by the light I could see a blister at the base of his tongue.Most people with this symptom are heat poison and wind evil.Under normal circumstances, I would use silver needles to pick out the blisters in my mouth, and it would be fine after two needles, but I was wrong (Mipo knows acupuncture, which I learned systematically from a famous local doctor). I had just taken out the needle, and when I walked behind him and was about to pierce the Taiyang Small Intestine Shoulder Zhongshu point on the back of his neck, he suddenly giggled, not like a child's voice, but like an adult woman's voice. "What are you laughing at, let Auntie pierce it for you, it won't hurt, it will be fine soon." I picked it up and was just about to pierce it.The child turned his head slowly, and there was a sudden cracking sound when he reached his shoulder. His whole head turned around, his eyes were looking straight at me, and his mouth was still drooling.I was so frightened that I sat down on the ground, and I didn't even have the strength to shout. "Since you saved someone else's son, give me your son." He suddenly said something inexplicable.I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, I found that the child was sitting in front of me, with his back to me, motionless.I got up carefully and walked in front of him to see that there was no change. I thought my eyes were blurred, so I gave him a few needles as usual, and loosened the meridian in the armpit of the neck.The child recovered quickly and was fine at night. My aunt was very happy and took the child away. Before leaving, the child smiled at me, making me shudder.In the first few days, I still had some scruples, and I decided not to see a doctor anymore, but nothing happened, and I gradually forgot about it. Soon I also had Dali (Mipo’s first child). He was white and fat when he was born, and the family was very happy. But when I woke up in the morning for six months, I found that his face was purple. The sick one knew that the child was hopeless, but still went crazy to call for help, and Dali died in the end, with a stiff smile on his face when he died. Thinking about it later, it was the same smile as that child. I didn’t think of that child’s words at the time, and I only blamed myself for being miserable, but this was just the beginning. In the next ten years, I gave birth to five more children, each of whom died prematurely. The oldest was less than one year old. When the six children were born, I almost devoted all my efforts to raising them. The children grew up very well. I thought the bad luck was over, but one summer night, I heard someone calling me outside the door. I went out to see but there was no one. When he came back, the child was dead. I'm really going crazy, the child is the heart of the mother, this is undoubtedly cutting and cutting in my heart, I have begun to doubt the child that was treated ten years ago, but it has happened, and I am pregnant again soon And throwing away all the clothes and items left over from the previous children as long as they are relevant, I decided to start raising this child again as the first child. Deli was born, and I tried my best to raise him, but since he was born, he has been crying non-stop, crying from day to night, and his voice is extremely harsh. I tried many methods to no avail, and I began to fear, Started to regret treating that child. Until that day, our neighbor, a tall and tall man from the Northeast, was very strong and treated us very well. He was on the night shift that day, but the child was still crying. I was coaxing the child, and he rushed in like a door god. , viciously, and yelled: "Howl endlessly, mourning!" He frightened me, then he rushed over, slapped Deli round, and Deli stopped crying immediately, I I thought I was beaten stupid, but who knew that he hadn’t cried since then, and grew up healthy, but that man was bedridden and died of illness soon after, and his family members also died of illness one after another. I know, that Deli was opened in the East and West, and the man in the Northeast became a scapegoat. When Deli grew up, I took him to kowtow in front of the grave of the northeast man, and told him that he was his great benefactor. Although I was sad, it is undeniable that I was more happy, because I thought my The son is now free from worries.But, that's just what I thought. Deli is very good, and it was beyond my expectation. I even felt a little worried. I am not smart, and Deli's father was just an honest craftsman who made a living by weaving bamboo baskets.But this child has seen intelligence that is different from ordinary people since he was a child, but he never smiles and always keeps a straight face. It is difficult for others to say a few words to him except for me.I still help the neighbors around me treat diseases, and my reputation is getting bigger and bigger.Before the Cultural Revolution began, he was admitted to Tsinghua University, and I talked to him very late before leaving.He took my hand and said that it was not easy for me to raise his father for so many years, and he would study hard to repay us.What could be happier than hearing your own son say this?The mother and son recalled everything about his childhood. Deli went to Beijing, and not long after, he sent color photos back home. Since photos are not very common, and most of them are black and white, I took out the photos immediately to see if my son lost weight in Beijing. .But I was stunned when I saw the photo. He was smiling in the photo. I couldn’t be more familiar with that smile. It was a smile that had appeared many times before. When my eyes darkened, that smile seemed to be mocking my stupidity and ignorance.So I frantically wanted to go to Beijing to find my son.The Cultural Revolution swept across the country quickly. People like me were of course arrested and fought as witches and witches. I didn't care how they fought me, but I begged them to let me go to Beijing to find my son, but it was of no use. Half a year later, the news of Deli's death came back. I didn't cry this time, but Deli's father was overly sad and passed away not long after.For the next week, I locked myself in the room, and I only thought about one thing, saving people and accumulating virtue. Am I wrong?I rejected all the children who asked me to heal, even if they begged and scolded me. I also went to my aunt and asked about the child. The child was healthy and is still there now.I feel a little better. Maybe people like me should not have offspring, or that all the children I have treated are my offspring?So I figured it out, and started helping those poor children again, doing my best to help.I can find what I lost in these kids. " When I saw this, I found that there was a piece of paper inside. It was very worn, but the quality of the paper was good. I opened it carefully. It turned out to be a piece of acupuncture points on the human body, and it also recorded what acupuncture points were used to treat that disease.I don't understand this, I thought I'd better wait for Ji Yan to come back and give it to him.There are also many stories about how she treated children's diseases, all of which are similar. Generally, Mi Po is the most sought after for high fever. Just go to Mi Po for a few needles to loosen the muscles and bones, and the whole body will feel relaxed. It's amazing. . The last page of the book is very attractive to me, it says how to use rice to invite ghosts.This is why Mi Po is called Mi Po. "Put rice in a bamboo tube, fresh early rice is the best. Take a white cloth, boil it in water, and dry it in the shade. Before the ceremony, you must cleanse your body and mind, cover the white cloth on the tube, and protect it with your hands. Sit at the table. Meditate Close your eyes. Meditate on the name of the ghost you want to invite before death, but don’t call him by name. You can do it after the rice tube is cold.” This is the process of the rice tube, and it also needs to be done in a dark room.And the above said that using rice to invite ghosts is not guaranteed to be successful. If you can put items that the deceased used a lot during his lifetime into the tube, the chances are better.And before the ghost left, he could not let go of the hand protecting the rice tube, nor could he remove the gauze. I did it according to the above, and I used the same tube that Mi Po had when she was alive.I shouted Mi Po in my heart, and sure enough, the rice tube started to get cold, and I could hardly hold it anymore, like ice cubes.I felt that the rice in the tube was beating non-stop, as if it was boiling, but the gauze didn't move at all.Just when I was about to let go.A vague figure appeared across the table, and my eyes seemed to be surrounded by steam, but the shadow became clearer and clearer.It was indeed Mi Po, she was the same as usual except her face was a little darker. I couldn't help but yelled, "Mi Po!" and wanted to leave my seat and walk over.Mi Poshen said he stopped me.And looked at me with a smile.The strange thing is that Mi Po didn't speak, just sat there. "Mi Po, can't you talk?" Mi Po nodded.It seems that I can't communicate with the dead like her, but it's good to see Mi Po.Mi Po sat in front of me like that, although it was still blurry, it felt very real. "Mr. Mi, you're gone. What should these children do in the future? If it's a common ailment, it doesn't matter, but what if they are bewitched?" Mi Po smiled and pointed at me.I asked strangely: "You mean me?" Mi Po nodded, stretched out her hand again, and gave a thumbs up.The temperature of the bamboo tube began to rise slowly, and Mi Po's appearance gradually became unclear. I knew she was leaving again, but I still stood up and thought about it. I let go of Mi Po's hand.Who knew Mi Po suddenly disappeared.I stood there blankly, and looked at the rice tube again, and the white cloth was also washed up.The rice inside turned into an hourglass shape, and was still moving at high speed along the wall of the cylinder.But it started to slow down.I immediately found that book and read it everywhere. It turns out that if I ask the ghost to let go halfway, then I will not be able to invite her to come up from now on, which means that I will never see Mi Po again. There is a pocket on the last page of Mi Po's book, which contains more than a dozen silver needles, all of which she uses for healing.There was also a yellowed photo inside. I took out the photo, and wrote on the back with a very beautiful pen, "To my beloved mother." I turned it over and saw a tall boy with glasses standing in front of the gate of Tsinghua Park. Could this be Mi Po's son?I took out the photo, walked to a place with light and looked at it carefully.I was almost intimidated. It is true that he looks very similar to me, but his smile is really uncomfortable and uncoordinated.The photo reacted a little under the sunlight. I was afraid it would be damaged. After all, it was a relic of Mi Po. I was about to take it in, but I felt that something was wrong with the photo, so I turned it back to look at it, and Lima was scared Throw the photo down. The photo clearly showed that a pair of pale hands stretched out from behind Mi Po's son, supporting his smiling face with them.