Called “soul”

I have never understood whether people have souls or not. I think this is a deep question. A few days ago, I met an old man in my hometown. She told me that her daughter-in-law had a car accident. She was unconscious and unconscious in the hospital for seven or eight days. The whole family was as anxious as ants on a hot pan, there was no way but to call her soul. She even cried for three nights, and the old man even shouted hoarse. Later she really woke up, and now she has basically recovered. I smiled and said: Congratulations! It is a great honor for your daughter-in-law to meet such a good mother-in-law. It was your sincerity that touched the God and made your wife die. Calling Souls is a habit in the early stage of our liberation. When a person is frightened and depressed, the elderly in the family will put a bowl of clean water on the windowsill with a new sewing needle inside. If the needle is found to be rusty the next day, it means that this person is scared and will call the soul. It usually consists of two people when Crying. Grandma or mother carries the frightened child to the frightened place, and from there, they call home all the way. The people in front of them call the name of the frightened person, compared to Da Mao, the people in front shouted: Da Mao, come home! The people behind promised in a small voice: here we are! The soul-crying people kept repeating these two sentences on the way and kept shouting home. If you encounter a serious person, you have to drag a long rope. The soul-calling person puts the long rope on the ground, which means that he even shouts and drags the frightened person’s soul home. If it is an adult, others can’t carry it, just hold the clothes he wore when he was frightened that day and shout. I still don’t know how this method is? However, in those days when there was a lack of medicine and medicine, in addition to the inconvenient transportation and the lack of money to seek medical treatment, I thought it was a helpless choice and a way to seek medical treatment in a hurry, or a kind of psychological comfort. At the beginning of 1960 s, my neighbor’s little granddaughter of Aunt Zhang’s family was still fine in the morning. In the afternoon, she suddenly lost her eyes and got cramps all over her body. Her grandmother thought the child was frightened, he climbed up the roof at once, and shouted with a copper spoon and a spatula. The frame and atmosphere were extremely tense, as if a disaster was approaching. After half a day, Aunt Zhang’s throat became hoarse and she couldn’t even say anything, which made people very distressed. But her little granddaughter didn’t get better, so she had no choice but to send her to a foreign hospital and finally got her life back. It turned out that her little granddaughter was suffering from acute meningitis. Due to the lack of timely treatment, a smart and lovely little girl became disabled, unable to speak and deformed her hands and feet, which looked distressing. I was also called Soul by my mother when I was young. In fact, I knew in my heart that I just didn’t want to talk, feel dizzy, and didn’t want to eat. It was an accident. When I was in the fifth grade of primary school, in the summer of 1965 in the last century, the school organized us to pick up wheat spikes in the production team. At about 3 o’clock in the afternoon, suddenly there were dark clouds in the sky, and the sky and the Earth were dark, the people who worked in the field ran crazily like a frying pan. Sun Suhua and I couldn’t find a teacher, so we had to run back with the crowd. We just ran to the bank of Guanhe, and the lightning flash was thunder, the Thunder was like chasing us. I was very scared. The more scared I was, the more desperately I ran. The Lightning pierced the dark clouds like a sharp arrow, shining brightly. At this time, I saw sister Huang, an acquaintance, we stopped and walked side by side with her. I breathlessly asked: Sister, why don’t you run away? She said, “Run Fast. The rain is coming. My feet hurt and I can’t run. When I was talking, I heard a loud thunder, which was deafening. At that time, I felt that my head was hit by a big stick, and my head was involuntarily tilted after a storm, people counted that 29 telegraph poles on the roadside were broken by lightning. Sister Huang, who was side by side with me, was killed naked on the levee. I was terrified and didn’t eat or drink for several days. My mother was so nervous that she had to call me a soul, saying that I was scared by thunder. In fact, I am was struck by lightning and suffered from cerebral concussion. I took some medicine. After a summer vacation, I gradually got better. I walked into the classroom again after school started. I am lucky, because sister Huang is taller than me and Sun Suhua is shorter than me, she feels lighter. However, sister Huang was miserable. She died at the age of 25, and was also accused by some ignorant and superstitious people. Later, she left an 8-month-old son crying all day because she missed her mother, and left three months later. Therefore, people in the four Li and eight villages rumored everywhere that sister Huang was killed by thunder because she was not good to her parents-in-law! This is not responsible at all. Sister Huang is a kind and hardworking woman and a good wife. I saw it with my own eyes. Like (prose editor: prose online) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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