The climate in my hometown is not particularly pleasant. The summer is hot and the winter is dry and cold, so every winter, my hands are always frostbite, and thin bloody cracks are cracked. The home dialect calls it “ice mouth”. There is no major hindrance to this ice mouth, but it inevitably feels itchy and painful when it strikes, making it extremely uncomfortable. Fortunately, since 1993, there have been no episodes.
At the end of December 1992. It was a weekend, no school, I was doing nothing at home, sitting in a daze at the door. (My house is a self-built house, and there is a road about 5 meters wide outside the door. Very few vehicles pass by.) Suddenly a beggar walked over. He looked like a middle-aged man, but in the cold weather, he only wore one. The hole in the blue cotton shirt, without the sleeves, plus a pair of gray cloth trousers that our local farmers often wear, barefoot. He walked right in front of me, stretched out his hands, and asked without humbly, “Kid, can you give me a bowl of hot water to drink?”
Because of her belief in Buddha, my mother has always Not rejecting the beggar’s begging, he took out a small clean bowl from the kitchen, poured some warm water to the beggar, and took a stool for him to sit and rest. The beggar was not polite, took the bowl and drank it, then asked, “Is there any more? A bowl of water is not enough.”
So my mother poured another bowl for him. As if he hadn’t touched water in eight hundred years, he could not wait to drink it again, and wanted a third bowl. My mother was a little embarrassed, saying that there was no water in the boiling water bottle. The beggar actually said, “Then you go and boil some water!”
My mother went to boil a big pot of water and put it in a boiling water bottle and placed it in front of the door, so that the beggar do it yourself. He picked up the water bottle and poured a full bowl and was about to drink. My mother was shocked and quickly stopped him and said, “This water has just been heated and it is so hot. You can drink it later to avoid burning your throat!” The beggar smiled, or drank a bowl of water that was almost boiling, and then asked my mother, “Where is this water hot? It’s obviously warm water!”
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I stood next to the beggar, completely dumbfounded: This is just boiling water! Doesn’t this way of drinking burn your throat?
He continued to pour a bowl of hot water and drank it in one gulp; pour the water and drink again…
An eight pounds of boiling water The bottled water would not be drunk by him, and he did not show any signs of scalding his throat by boiling water.
At the end, he asked my mother: “Are there any biscuits?”
I took three yuan to the small house diagonally across from my house. The shop bought him a bag of biscuits. He got the biscuits but didn’t eat them. He just smiled and said, “These biscuits are not sandwiches, they are not delicious.”
I wonder, a beggar can still have this. Picky taste? But he didn’t say anything, and went to the shop diagonally across the street and replaced him with sandwich biscuits. He took it from meWhen I passed the biscuits, I saw that my hand was full of frostbite ice, smiled slightly, then looked up at me, then quickly grabbed my hands and squeezed it slightly, scared me quickly withdrawing my hand , I don’t understand what he is doing. At this time, my mother put another full water bottle beside him.
The beggar filled the bowl with water and stopped drinking in a hurry. Instead, he put two sandwich biscuits into the water. When the biscuits were almost soaked, they Swallow in one mouthful of water. My mother looked anxiously and said, “Don’t worry, no one will grab this bag of biscuits. You will choke if you eat like this!!”
The beggar didn’t answer at all. Only slowly, he finished the bag of biscuits in his own way, and drank the second bottle of water.
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16 pounds of water… Is his stomach a bottomless pit? ? ? The most important thing is that those are all boiled water, so if you drink it directly, you will be seriously injured if you don’t die. Why is he all right? ? ……
Although I was still young, I still vaguely felt that this beggar might be a stranger. A closer look is even more surprised. The beggar was dressed in tatters, but his clothes were spotlessly clean, and there was no smell when he stood close to people. Moreover, it was winter and the weather was freezing cold. He was only wearing a single coat and his arms were exposed, but he couldn’t get half of the goose bumps. He obviously didn’t feel cold.
After drinking the water and eating the biscuits, he didn’t rush away, and sat on the stool in a daze. Looking up for a long time, he smiled and said to my mother: “Your family are all good people. I beg here all the way, and you treat me best.”
“Anyway, give you some water.” Drink and buy a bag of biscuits, and there is not much money.” My mother said politely.
“Okay, okay. What a kind person.” The beggar said happily, “Okay, I should go, too. Thank you.”
After the beggar left, my mother whispered to me: “This beggar doesn’t seem to be an ordinary person.”
I nodded and said that I had discovered it long ago. Suddenly remembered that when he took the biscuits from me just now, he grabbed my hand and squeezed it weirdly, wondering what it was doing? So he stretched out his hands from his trouser pocket and looked at it, and he was immediately stunned: The ice mouth that was originally full of hands has now disappeared!
I clearly remember that after washing my face in the morning, my mother took cod liver oil to wipe my hands and treat the ice mouth. Why is it all gone now? ? Could it be that the beggar healed me just now when he squeezed my hands?
My mother even said that she was surprised when she saw it. She said that the beggar must have come from the fairy family to test people’s hearts. Seeing that we are kind-hearted, I helped you cure a little illness by the way. I don’t think so. I think the beggar may be a stranger who has some abilities that are not yet known to the public.Fear of cold and heat, and master medical skills. But no matter what the truth is, one thing cannot be denied: Since then, no matter how cold the winter is, my hands will never regenerate half of the ice.
Author’s Note: This story is what my friend experienced! I wrote it in the first person, which makes it easier to read!