Chapter 10 Ant

In this world, only a few people know a secret of mine. This secret makes me blush, so I basically don't tell it to anyone, unless it's my closest people.Now, I may be taking this secret to hell.If the back of my right hand hadn't developed that strange itch, I wouldn't have remembered the secret at this point. I feel a tiny bug crawling on the back of my hand, is that an ant? In the dark, I couldn't see anything, let alone the worm on the back of my hand. I couldn't grab the worm with my left hand. My left hand was pressed by the debris and I couldn't pull it out at all.

Whether it is itching or pain, I have to endure, there is no way to solve these problems. The thing is, I thought of ants. I am not afraid of anything but ants. This is the secret that cannot be revealed in my heart. Why am I afraid of ants?This may be related to an experience in childhood.I clearly remember the scene of that day - the sun was shining pale, and I was taken by a child older than me to a graveyard on the mountain, where there were scattered white skulls.The older child and I saw the will-o'-the-wisp on the mountain one night, and he told me that it was a phosphorous fire, not a will-o'-the-wisp.He also said that there were many bones and skulls of dead people on the slope of the mass grave on the mountain, and the phosphorous fire was emitted from them.In order to confirm his statement, he took me up the mountain at that noon.The older child picked up a skull from a certain corner with a piece of bamboo, and laughed and dangled it in front of me. He said, "Have you seen this? This thing will turn into a ghost fire at night." I was dumbfounded. Looking at the skull dangling in front of my eyes, I felt extremely itchy all over.He saw the fear in my eyes and said, "Are you scared? What's so scary about a skull!" I shook my head and murmured, "I... I'm not afraid." He threw the skull on the ground I walked out of the weeds, stared at me and said, "Look at you, you were so frightened, and you insisted that you are not afraid!" At that time, I was really not afraid of the skull, but the big black ants crawling on the skull. Fear arises.I didn't tell him I was afraid of ants or he would have laughed at me for the rest of my life.That night, I dreamed that I turned into a skull, and many big black ants crawled in and out of my eye holes and mouth, and I heard the unscrupulous screams of the ants...

I am indeed afraid of ants. As long as I see ants, my heart will tighten inexplicably and I will get goose bumps all over my body. If I tell this secret to my bloody brothers, they will laugh and hurt their stomachs, and then say: "Who the hell are you? You can kill people with a knife and still be afraid of an ant?" Indeed, I am extremely brave at certain times. For example, when I see gangsters committing crimes on the street, I will stand up without hesitation.I have a knife scar on my thigh, that's the testimony.That was more than ten years ago. At that time, I was working in the air force in Xingning, Guangdong. One night, I sent two guests to the bus station.After the guests got in the car, I was ready to go back to the army.At the gate of the bus station, I saw two young men beating a middle-aged man.I walked over and heard people watching the excitement say that the two young men were rotten cubs. They forced the middle-aged man to sit on his motorcycle. If the middle-aged man refused, they beat and kicked him.After listening to it, a rush of blood rushed to my forehead, and I yelled at the two rotten cubs: "Stop!" They stopped, and the middle-aged man ran away.I thought they would let it go, and we went our separate ways, but unexpectedly, the two of them rushed towards me like hungry wolves, cursing something dirty in their mouths.I hastily fought and fought them.To be honest, these two rotten cubs are really not my opponents, and they were quickly beaten to the ground by me.I thought I should be able to leave now, but what I never expected was that several people came suddenly, all of them holding knives in their hands.I thought, now I can't escape, so I have to bite the bullet and do it with them!Two fists are no match for four hands, and I'm still unarmed.As a result, I was stabbed in the thigh. If the middle-aged man who escaped called the police, maybe I would have been stabbed a few more times.

Getting hacked is nothing, but if someone caught an ant and put it on me, I would scream! Shame!A big man is afraid of ants! The back of my hand is still itchy, is that really an ant? I sighed, even if it was really ants crawling on the back of my hand, so what?Just treat yourself like a dead body. Would a dead body still be afraid of ants?When a person is dead, he will not be afraid of anything. Only when he is alive can he have fear. I endured all tortures in the dark ruins. Gradually, I can no longer feel the presence of ants. I thought, have I defeated myself again? Everyone has weaknesses, and in certain situations, weaknesses and strengths become irrelevant.