Ghost past (1) I always feel that people's lives are predestined, the people you meet, the things you meet, there is already a predestined in the dark, the textbook may be called idealism, but you really experienced,

Ghostly Past (1)

I always feel that people's lives are predestined, the people you meet, the things you meet, there is already a predestination in the dark, the textbook may be called idealism, but you really experienced, those theories in the textbook really can't be explained, maybe modern quantum theory is getting closer and closer to the essence of things. Analogous to Einstein's theory of relativity, if the dynasties are taken as a point of reference, and the past is viewed at our current point in time, these histories cannot be changed. In other words, in the eyes of future generations, the fate of the ancestors has long been predestined.

Chronologically, I still start to talk about some things that I have encountered since I was a child, and I have not preached feudal superstitions.

I remember that year when I was in the second grade of elementary school, the TV was playing movies such as the God of Gamblers from Hong Kong and Taiwan at night. That night I remember very clearly, I was the only one in the family, my parents quarreled very badly because of family trivia, and it was also because of the quarrel, so they all went to their uncle's house to adjust the contradictions. I was fascinated by watching Hong Kong and Taiwan movies at home alone, and I also threw poker around, imagining that I could one day practice the same skills as a gambling king. I remember the time very clearly, a little more than 9 o'clock in the evening, after all, I was still young at that time, and I also hoped that my parents would come home early. It was then that I heard the cry of someone near the gate of the courtyard, the voice was very low, and the crying should be a child, but this kind of crying was very depressing, it was the kind of low, ethereal, whimpering cry. Hearing that cry I was scared scalp numb, time seemed to stand still, at that time I only hoped that my parents would come home early, because the crying kept coming, I forgot how long it took for my parents to come back, maybe because I was small at that time, or maybe I was frightened at that time, my parents came home and I didn't say anything, and the adults went home and slept with peace of mind.

At five o'clock the next morning, I was awakened by the crying again in my sleep. Or the cry of the child. When I woke up, my parents had gotten up and told me that my neighbor's uncle had died of cerebral congestion in the morning. I then remembered the cry I had heard last night, a low, whimpering cry. It was the cry of my uncle's daughter, but it was no longer the ethereal feeling she had before. I remember talking to my mom about it, Mom, I heard the cries of my uncle's children last night, but the cries weren't as clear as they are now. My mother also comforted me at that time and told me not to be afraid, and it would be fine if I said it.