Ye Qing returned to the dam in panic and kept an eye on the changes in his left hand.
That’s right, his left hand kept changing: sometimes gray with black spots; sometimes black with gray spots; sometimes all gray, sometimes all black…
No matter how the color changed, his left hand was stiff and straight, unable to move, and completely devoid of feeling.
Ye Qing sat on a big rock, frowning at his left hand. At first he was terrified, but soon, the fear faded into worry, and after a while, the worry faded into impatience.
This… thing kept changing, messing around.
“What’s with the Sichuan Opera face-changing? What do you want to do? Just do it!” Ye Qing yelled at his left hand. Psychologically, he was already regarding it as a ghost that had invaded his body, and thought it must have consciousness.
Unexpectedly, this roar actually worked. The hand immediately stopped changing and was left without any trace of color.
Ye Qing’s left hand returned to its normal state and regained sensitivity.
Although the skin color was normal and the movements were natural, as if the ghost had left, Ye Qing could feel that it was still lurking in his palm.
Ye Qing talked to his left hand, asking all kinds of questions, some of which were negotiable and some threatening. After more than ten minutes of chattering, it was still silent and unresponsive.
In desperation, he packed up his things and ran back to his good friend’s bar. He didn’t shower, just changed his clothes in a hurry, took a taxi, and went straight to the most famous temple in the city, Kaiming Temple.
If there really was a ghost possessing someone, what could be more appropriate than the “boundless power of Buddhist teachings” to solve the problem.
Kaiming Temple was very popular, and many rich people came here often to burn incense and worship Buddha, ask for Buddha statues, and receive blessings. Ye Qing entered the temple and prayed to Buddha, but his left hand had no reaction.
After donating a few hundred yuan as incense money, he squeezed in front of a certain master and held out his left hand, asking for a “palm reading.”
The master glanced at Ye Qing’s left hand lightly and replied: “I don’t read palms!”
If this master didn’t read palms, then he would find someone else. Ye Qing was tossing around in Kaiming Temple until it was almost dark, and in the end, he achieved nothing.
No one could see what was wrong with his left hand, and no one noticed that he was possessed by evil spirits or ghosts…
Ye Qing finally concluded that either the black jade hand had nothing to do with the ghost, or the ghost’s strength was so high that even Buddhist masters could not detect it.
“Forget it, it’s a dead end. What will be, will be.” Ye Qing sighed and finally gave up fighting with it.
Full of worries, Ye Qing returned home, and as soon as he entered the door, he heard his grandmother calling.
“Qing’er, you’re back. Your mother doesn’t recognize me again!”
Grandma, of course, was his mother’s mother. Why wouldn’t Ye Qing’s mother recognize her mother? Could it be that the mother and daughter had a conflict?
Well, no.
Ye Qing realized that something had happened again, and he pretty much guessed what it was.
Sure enough, there was a bloodstain on the floor. It stretched from the living room to the kitchen, making the house look like a murder scene.
“Old witch, don’t come over! If you come here, I’ll kill you!” Ye Qing’s mother’s voice came from the kitchen: “Qing’er, baby, come and save me! An old witch popped up into the house!”
The grandmother, who was over eighty years old, stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at Ye Qing.
Ye Qing walked over slowly, and the grandmother turned aside and let him in.
In the kitchen, Ye Qing’s mother was wrapped in a bloody sheet and waving a kitchen knife. As soon as she saw Ye Qing, she dropped the knife with a clang and rushed over, hugging his waist and crying loudly.
Not only did she cry, she also called out in fear: “Baby, baby…”
She was like a frightened little girl, clinging to her father, who only knew how to repeat: “Dad, Dad…”
Seven years ago, when Ye Qing was seventeen years old, his parents were in a car accident. His father unfortunately passed away, and his mother survived, but she suffered a very serious head trauma. After undergoing brain surgery, her intelligence was greatly impaired. She only had the IQ of a six-year-old and also had irregular attacks of “amnesia” and “delusional phobia.”
Once she got sick, she didn’t even recognize her own mother, and saw her as a very scary “old witch”. As for how scary this old witch was, only she knew.
However, the mother’s love for her son overcame everything!
She never forgot about Ye Qing.
Even in the most severe crisis, she never forgot her beloved son and was never afraid of him. However, due to her lack of intelligence, the maternal love she once had turned into a deep dependence on a father figure.
Looking at the blood-stained sheets and bloodstains on the ground, Ye Qing was not panicked, knowing that his mother was just having her period. Grandma wanted to take care of her women’s affairs, but a crisis just happened to break out.
Wrapped in the sheets, the mother was only wearing underwear. She probably saw the appearance of the “old witch” just after waking up.
Grandma brought a mop and said to Ye Qing, “Qing’er, wash your mother, I will mop the floor.”
“Grandma, leave it, I will mop it later.”
“It’s okay, I can still move. It’ll be your turn to do these chores when I can’t move.”
This conversation had taken place countless times before. After all, grandma was old and was a little nagging, repeating the same sentence countless times.
Grandma had two sons and two daughters, and Ye Qing’s mother was her youngest daughter. Seven years ago, when the Ye family suffered a misfortune, Ye Qing had to go to school and couldn’t stay at home all day to take care of his mother. So, grandmother moved in and watched over her youngest daughter day and night. Of course, she also had to play the role of the “old witch” from time to time.
At this moment, Ye’s mother was covered in blood and had to be cleaned. However, every time she had an attack, it would last almost a whole day. During this time, grandma couldn’t get close to her at all to give her a bath, so Ye Qing had to do it.
Ye Qing coaxed his mother to the bathroom. On the way, she made a face at her mother, meaning: Old witch, my son is back, what can you do to me now?
Ye’s mother was turning forty-six years old this year, but she didn’t look old at all. After cleaning up and dressing neatly, she looked like a woman in her early thirties.
In fact, she looked much younger than before the car accident seven years ago.
The unfortunate experience took away her husband and intelligence, but preserved her youth. What could be said, the world was so big that there were all kinds of strange things.
Perhaps it was because she had the mind of a six-year-old child. As long as the heart was young, the person would not age.
Not only did she have a youthful face, but her body was in excellent shape, better than many fitness trainers on TV. This was because, in the past seven years, although Ye’s mother could not do anything, she liked aerobics, yoga, qigong, and other such things. Every day, she practiced aerobics for four hours, difficult yoga for four hours, and meditation for four hours.
Except for eating, bathing, and sleeping, the rest of her time was occupied with these things, so it would be hard to have a bad figure.
Since the age of seventeen, Ye Qing witnessed how her originally bloated figure gradually became more fit. Of course, he was very happy about this. At least, his mother’s physical condition was getting better and better.
Although she was his mother, Ye Qing knew that if no miracle happened, he could only raise her as his own child in this lifetime.
A child whose psychological age will always be six years old.
Basically, every ten days or so, his mother would have an episode of amnesia, and things like washing her face and brushing her teeth, even though she had learned them before, were completely forgotten when that happened.
During the crisis, no one else could get close to her; he had to teach her these things from scratch again and again.
Watching his mother playing with water like a child, Ye Qing suddenly remembered the changes in his left hand, and a strong panic rose in his heart: “If something happens to me, if I die, what will happen to my mother, who will take care of her? How many years can grandma take care of her?”
Once his mother fell ill, she would not recognize anyone but him. In this incredibly harsh reality, even if she could survive, she would suffer unimaginable, inhumane treatment. Perhaps not even an animal would be worse than her…
“Please don’t let anything happen to me, please don’t let anything happen to me…” Ye Qing closed his eyes and prayed silently in his heart with great piety…
However, his prayer was suddenly interrupted when his mother laughed, scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on her son. Obviously, she wanted him to play “water fight” with her.
“Stop it, stop it, it’s time to brush your teeth…”
“Brush up and down like this, haha, so stupid…”
“No, you have to brush more, how many times have you brushed? You must brush your teeth carefully, remember? Brush the inside, the inside too…”
“When you spit water, keep your head down, don’t spray it everywhere…”
Ye Qing’s voice came intermittently from the bathroom, and grandma, who had poor hearing, could barely make it out.
The old lady mopped the floor again and again, muttering: “You are blessed to have such a filial son, but you just don’t understand what blessing is… Sigh!”
The old lady had repeated this sentence many, many times…
