Seeing Uncle An touching his chin in embarrassment, I smiled and said to him: "Uncle An, don't be so troublesome. Just be as good as you can be. Just be like a normal person. It's okay if you can't recover your strength." , It doesn’t matter to me, you have already helped a lot..."
"Silly boy, don't say that. If you can be optimistic, let's be optimistic. Uncle is not short of money and has no trouble. Let me arrange everything. No matter what happens in the end, try your best to see the best. Dr. Hua is very knowledgeable about exercise physiology. There is quite a bit of research, and with physical therapy, it is very possible to return to the previous state,”
"Yes, physical therapy can indeed play a big role. As long as you cooperate with the treatment, you can gradually recover,"
I have deep faith in Dr. Hua and Uncle An. I really hope that I can recover. Otherwise, it will be the same as missing an arm. I am only in my twenties and I can’t drag around a useless arm all day long. Bar.
I stayed up another night, and I still couldn't lie down. The wounds on my back were very deep, and the sutures had grown thick. This more than a week was extremely difficult. Yaoyao stayed with me every day and fed me. , they also massaged my waist and beat the muscles of my legs twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening, for thirty minutes each time. This is what Dr. Hua told me to do.
Looking at the sweat oozing out of Yaoyao's forehead, I felt sour in my heart, "Yaoyao, please take a rest. Are your arms sore?"
"It's not sore. Husband, please hurry up. When you get better, I'll treat you to something delicious." Yaoyao was pounding her muscles for me while trying her best to make me happy.
I didn't dare to walk around or move my arms, because the wound on my back happened to be on the main active muscle group. If I didn't pay attention, it would probably tear.
At night, Yaoyao rested on the hospital bed next to me, chatting with me, and gently hummed her own original songs to me, and fell asleep while singing.
Quiet nights are when I feel most sentimental. I have always thought that I am motivated and a good son to my parents, and I am also working hard to be a real man, but the reality always makes me encounter various difficulties. These things make me look basically the same as the gangsters on the road, but so what, I live my life.
Looking at the stars outside the window, I gently closed my eyes. My eyes were completely dark, and my whole body gradually fell into a state of numbness...
It was another difficult night. I was pulled into a bottomless abyss by the dream that often haunted me. I tried to struggle out but couldn't wake up. I was really scared when I thought about the dream, and this dream was a bit different from the previous one. Something is different, too real...
In the dream, I was still in my previous school, and the old fortune-teller at the door was still sitting at the door. But this time, I took the initiative to walk over and chat with him, "Uncle, seeing you sitting here all day, there are many people looking for you." Tell your fortune, can you help me check it out?"
"Okay, young man, what do you want to know?" The old man suddenly became serious. He opened the red copper fan with a neat movement, and then fanned himself elegantly on his chest. I looked at the fan. The Bagua picture above makes me laugh, it looks real.
"Calculate for me, what will happen to me in the future," I asked casually, and then I watched the old man staring at my face, maybe looking at my eyes, or looking at my Mouth, this makes me feel very uncomfortable.
"Young man, you will be a great person in the future. You are amazing. I see you have thick dark eyebrows and double-lidded eyes. You will not have any burdens in the future. You will be quite good in this life."
The old man said a lot of nice things from the beginning, but I was not interested in these words at all. "Banxian, please be more cheerful and speak more clearly." After I finished speaking, the old man stared at me for a while, and then said nothing for a long time.
"Let me tell you what you really want to say. Don't pretend to be false. You are actually pretending to be a half-immortal."
"Young man, show me your right hand." The old man suddenly became very serious. I thought about it and asked him, "The man is on the left and the woman is on the right. Why don't you look at my left hand? You also saw it, my right hand." It’s still wrapped in a bandage and it hurts.”
"Young man, I am different from other fortune tellers. If you believe me, give me your right hand." Seeing the old man's serious look, I stretched out my right hand. The old man held my wrist and held it just right. At the injured place, "Please be gentle," I said loudly.
The old man ignored me and looked at him deep in thought. I was embarrassed to continue talking to him. He used his fingers to draw back and forth on my palm, horizontally and vertically, and occasionally drew a circle or arc, making it My palms are itchy.
"Banxian, what are you drawing?" I couldn't help but ask. At this time, the old man stopped studying my palms. He opened the fan again and fanned twice, looked at me, and then He closed the fan gently and said, "Young man, you haven't been very lucky recently, but you will definitely accomplish something in the future."
I couldn't help it anymore, "I said you have studied it for a while, but you still haven't said that the injuries on my body are because everyone knows that I am not okay. You should leave quickly and stop pretending to be cool here."
I stood up, turned around and took two steps when I heard the old man say, "Young man, does your little brother have a gray spot on it? Am I right?"
I was frozen there, my mind was buzzing. I turned around and looked at the old man. This time I looked at him carefully. He still looked at me with his fan without any expression. I stood there. I was stunned for a while, not knowing what to do. I felt that everything about me was clearly seen by this old man. The spots on my little brother did exist and were about the same size. Why would this old man know that they were on my palm? You can see it.
"What did you just say?" I asked this old fortune teller in disbelief.
"Young man, don't be surprised. You don't believe me, so I told you your secrets. Not only you, your father also has a spot in the same position,"
To be honest, what the old man said really shocked me. "How do you know that?" I asked him seriously.
"You don't need to know this, just listen to me,"
I thought for a while, since this old man is so powerful, I might as well do a good calculation, so I nodded towards him.
"That spot, called Takako Spot, means that there will definitely be an outstanding talent in the family, either your dad or you. However, your dad's experience has made it impossible to realize this wish. Young man, do you think I am right?" I I was instantly petrified and looked at the old man in surprise. I didn't say anything and listened to the old man continue talking.
"Young man, don't give up on your ideals. You will encounter a lot of troubles in the recent period. You must control your emotions and be rational..." Before the old man could finish speaking, he suddenly frowned in thought.
I still told myself in my heart that this was just a guess made by the old man, and I couldn’t let him catch any clues. “Then, tell me what things will happen to me, or how well I can get along in the future. ," I asked him, waiting for his answer.
"As a young person, you will encounter great difficulties in relationships, studies, career, and friendships, which means your experience will also be very complicated. No matter how much I say, it will be useless. It has already been reflected in your hands. , as the saying goes, your destiny is in your own hands, but part of your destiny has already been determined, and many people do not take good control of their own destiny. In the end, they either end up on the streets or lose their minds and commit suicide. Let me tell you this. Do you understand," the old man said very seriously, which made me feel that it made sense, but I didn't quite understand it.
"Can you tell me in more detail?" I asked impatiently, but the old man finally shook his head, "Young man, cherish the people around you. In less than three years, you will definitely make a difference. Today I, the old man, will also I won’t charge you any more money, it’s up to you to believe it or not…”
"Three years to make a difference," I muttered in my mind, and then the old man started to pack up the things on the floor. I took out fifty yuan from my wallet and handed it to him. He raised his head and looked at me and said, "I I said, I won’t take your money. If you believe me, be sensible and cherish what you have in front of you. It will definitely help you.” The old man refused my money, which really surprised me.
"Why don't you want my money?" I asked curiously. The old fortune teller put down what he was holding and patted the dust on his hands. "Young man, I tell fortunes not to brag, nor to make a few bucks. I am now There is food and drink,”
"Then what are you doing for?"
The old man was silent for a while, then chuckled a few times, "Young man, do you dare to make a bet with me?"
"What's the bet on?"
"Bet on all the things I just said, your relationship, studies, and career, this period of time will definitely not be very good. In the third year, you will definitely have a career of your own, and you will get a lot more, but ..." The old man didn't continue. I felt ridiculous after hearing this. My life seemed to be doomed, and it was in the hands of a strange old man. If that was the case, what should I be afraid of?
"Just what," I asked him a little excitedly.
"Young man, calm down. If you really don't understand, let me remind you again. Just forget it and welcome tomorrow according to your current lifestyle. Otherwise, my words will make you lose yourself."
The setting sun hung on the western horizon. I took a deep breath and walked into the school.
"Three years, make a difference and cherish what you have." I thought about what the old man said, and I actually believed him. What made me even more unbelievable was why he knew about the spots on my little brother. He also called it Takako's spot. Thinking about this, I suddenly felt that I was so transparent in other people's minds, and I immediately felt very uncomfortable.
With many questions, I woke up from my dream. Yaoyao sat beside my bed, worriedly reaching out and touching my forehead, "Husband, what's wrong with you? Why are you sweating so much?"
Looking out the window, it was already dawn, and I was still lying on the bed in J City Center Hospital. I sighed and turned around gently, "Honey, I just dreamed that I was back to my life in high school!"