Chapter 3: It's raining

　　 It was a very sunny day when I went out in the morning. I didn't expect that after a long time, when the villagers signed up and prepared to go home, the sky had become gloomy when they were halfway through the road.
　　 "Look! It's raining over there!" Huang Shulang pointed his chubby fingers into the distance, his eyes widening.
　　 I opened the umbrella unhurriedly, not caring about the weather at all. When I wake up in the morning, the vitality changes in the world have already told me of this coming rain.
　　 The people in the village stared at me standing under the umbrella.
　　 Grandpa has become accustomed to these abilities of mine, for him, his grandson is the best. Whether it is the me before or the me now.
　　 The people in the village looked at me with awe. However, soon, they no longer had the mind to care about me. Because the heavy rain has come.
　　 The big raindrops of soybeans left afterimages in the sky, and then hit the ground, breaking apart into smaller raindrops, forming a fog close to the ground with the splashed dust.
　　 "Run!"
　　 But it's too late, there is still more than a mile from the village. Even if he ran home, he had already turned into a mess. I can only run to the woods not far away and find a big tree with dense leaves to hide from the rain. It's just such a heavy rain, even under the big tree, it is still impossible to block the rain.
　　 My grandfather and I passed through the woods holding an umbrella, and with the envy of everyone, we slowly walked towards the dilapidated brick house in the village. The clothes on Huang Shulang's fat body have been completely drenched by rain, and the books in his schoolbag are afraid that he will suffer too.
　　 Huang Shulang's eyes stared at me in a daze, but my eyes didn't accommodate them at all.
　　 When I got home, my scalper hit the cork with his horn, ran out of the bullpen, and ran to my side, arching my hand with its head.
　　 It has already fallen in love with the vitality that I pat on its head every time I put a cow. After this period of breeding, it has become very different from other cattle. Its coat turned golden, and every time it went out, as long as it screamed, none of the cows in the village could control it.
　　 The rain drops on the ox’s body, but the ox’s dense hair cannot be poured. The fine fluff seems to put a natural raincoat on the cattle. The raindrops gathered on the scalpers into a trickle. The scalper shook his body mischievously, and the rain splashed everywhere, making my grandpa and I dodge quickly.
　　 "You damned cow!" Grandpa scolded, but his face was smiling.
　　The cow is an important labor force for the farm, and it is also the root of the farm. Without this cow, no matter how good the farm style is, it would be difficult to cultivate a few acres of farmland after the autumn harvest. Although in 1999, farmland is no longer so important to farmers, young people have gone out to work, and only the old, weak, sick and disabled are left in the countryside.
　　 The scalper is very happy in the heavy rain, it seems to be enjoying the baptism of the heavy rain. I also felt the purer vitality of the world brought by the heavy rain, mixed with the breath of thunder. For a while, I fell into a strange state again. I also rushed into the rain and jumped up with the ox. My steps are strange, like an ancient ceremony.
　　 Grandpa looked at me in amazement, trying to rush into the rain and pull me back under the eaves. But my pace seemed slow, but Grandpa couldn't catch the pattern at all. He couldn't touch the corner of my clothes at all. On the contrary, he seemed to be jumping in the rain just like me.
　　 Big Fatty Huang Shulang They braved the heavy rain and rushed back to the village, only to see my grandfather and our scalpers jumping wildly in the rain.
　　 "It's crazy! It's crazy! Their family is crazy! The scalpers are crazy!"
Huang Shulang didn’t see that although I was jumping around in the rain, the raindrops flying down from the sky seemed to have long eyes. When they were about to hit me, they turned a very spiritually. There was nothing on my clothes or shoes. Get a drop of water.
　　 But my grandpa is different. He was soaked with rain. Grandpa stopped abruptly, his eyes widened and he watched me jumping for joy, but there was no drop of water on his body.
　　 "Oh!" Grandpa walked back under the eaves dejectedly, and returned home to change his clothes. He had to accept the fact that I was different from other children. He would rather I am just an extremely ordinary child. Because of the scene he saw, he was extremely frightened.
　　 Scalper is extremely spiritual, it is more sensitive to vitality than human beings. When I was beating in the heavy rain, the vitality between heaven and earth gathered on me. So it always follows my footsteps, breathing the vitality between heaven and earth happily.
　　 Jumping and jumping, the rain finally stopped, and a beautiful rainbow hung on the mountainside in the distance. I also stopped. I can feel that a seed in my body has begun to germinate slowly. I already know that after more than two years of concentration, a special seed was planted in my body. Later I learned about this seed, called Tao.
　　 I stopped, only to find that many people in the village were surrounded. They looked at me with a weird look. I can see their fear of me. Maybe they suspect that I have some kind of fearsome attached to me.
　　 I didn't care about their gazes, and patted the head of the scalper: "Go eat the grass!"
　　 The scalper walked up to the ridge very obediently. This guy is very spiritual. The ridge in the village ate one by one. After eating, when the new grass grows, it grows almost tall, and it's just a second time.
　　 The people in the village saw that the grass on the ridge was fresh and tender, and they wanted to take their own cattle to eat the grass on the ridge. Who knew that when they came to the place where my cattle had eaten, those cows would not eat it. Everyone knows that I am evil, and now even my cattle are evil.
　　 Watching our scalpers walk towards them, the villagers hurried home and let the way out and let our cattle pass.
　　 Grandpa’s eyes are always different from those of the villagers. Others see me only with fear, but grandpa sees me with only affection. He worried that one day I would be the same as before, without speaking for two years. He was also worried that I was contaminated with unclean things and I won't live long in the future.
　　 "Yang Yang, come in!" Grandpa called out loudly behind me.
　　 As soon as I entered the door, Grandpa slammed the door shut. Grandpa doesn't like people looking at me like monsters.
　　 "Grandpa." I called Grandpa.
　　 "In the future, don't dance like today." Grandpa didn't give me any room for resistance.
　　The only person who cares about me now is my grandfather. For me, what my grandfather said is an inviolable decree.
　　 Going to school, my life has become more regular.
　　 In school, I still don't talk much. There are always pointing hands behind me, which I have become accustomed to. The teachers also looked at me differently as a special student. This makes me more free. To be honest, my grades are not bad, and the content of elementary school textbooks seems too simple for me. So the class became a bit boring. Think about it, how boring it would be to let an adult spend a year and a half to recite the family law formula list. After going to elementary school, this became the content of my daily life.
　　 The first page of the first grade Chinese language book, learn the pinyin letters a, o, and e. The students all read carefully with the teacher. I also find it interesting. But what I think is different from ordinary children. What I thought was whether these simple voices could mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth. When I say a, o, and e, I try to try to draw the vitality between heaven and earth. Maybe the way of vocalization is inappropriate, so the effect is not good.
　　 There was a child named Ma Jindong in the class who stuttered. He opened his mouth for a long time, but he couldn't make a sound, and he stomped his feet in a hurry. His appearance made all the children in the class except me and Ma Jindong laugh. Guo Daoying, the head teacher and Chinese teacher, couldn't help but smile.
　　 But I was deeply inspired. Since the pronunciation can't stimulate the vitality of the world, how about matching the pace? The scene of beating in the rain that day once again appeared before my eyes. At the age of seven, I didn't have any scruples in my heart, and I started to act when I thought about it. Stand up and walk to the open space behind the classroom to jump up. Read a, o, e in conjunction. This time the rhythm was in sync, and the aura between heaven and earth came to me like a tide.
　　 Guo Daoying, the head teacher, and the classmates were surprised to see me beating like crazy in the back of the classroom. When Guo Daoying tried to stop me, they found the classroom started to shake.
　　 Guo Daoying's face changed, and he said in shock: "It's an earthquake!" Then he couldn't stand still and sat down on the ground. The students in the UU reading www.uukanshu.com class were not much better, rolling on the ground one by one. The whole classroom is messed up.
　　 I was immersed in that wonderful feeling, I was immersed in the world and everything.
　　 Animals are much more sensitive to the vitality of heaven and earth than humans, so they can perceive environmental changes more sensitively than humans. The villagers who worked near the school were surprised to find that large groups of butterflies moved towards the Bajiao Primary School like colorful clouds. No one knows what happened to Bajiao Primary School.
　　 Butterflies flooded into the classroom from the windows, staying on the walls, glass, blackboards, roofs, chairs, and even people. The classroom became a sea of ​​butterflies.
　　 All this, but I didn't realize it. I am still beating with emotion.
　　 Such a big movement has already shocked the teachers and students of the entire Bajiao Elementary School.
　　 The pupils exclaimed and watched the butterflies flying in the sky. The teachers were also amazed. They are too lazy to restrain the students in the carnival. It's a pity that at that time, no one in such a small village had a mobile phone.
　　 Butterflies are everywhere on the roof and eaves of the school. The first grade classroom is where the butterflies are most concentrated.
　　 Principal Han Xiansheng walked out of the classroom, but he didn't understand what happened.
　　The first grade classroom is the most special. All the butterflies swarmed into the first grade classroom forever. Han Xiansheng walked over and saw an amazing scene in the classroom.
　　 "Stop it!"
　　 Like a thunder, I woke up from the state of selflessness. Looking at everything in the classroom, I don't know what I did.
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