(Preface: Do you yearn for a life of different talents? Almost all ordinary people want to have superhuman abilities. Many protagonists in fantasy novels often have enviable adventures as soon as they appear, possessing all kinds of magical superpowers, and then gradually realize the wishes that ordinary people had in their daydreams. However, in reality, if this kind of thing really happens to you, you may find that the situation is not as beautiful as you imagined. Because the laws of nature are fair and will not particularly favor someone.)

My name is Shi Ye. I have lived forty miles northeast of Wucheng City, Shizhu Village at the foot of Zhaoting Mountain. My friends in the village said that I was a wild child picked up from the cracks of the stones and were always a little distant to me. I asked my parents this question, and they all smiled and told me that of course it was not. Other children were unwilling to approach me, except my sister. But I didn’t think there was anything special about me at that time. Until I thought about it after I became sensible, I realized that I was indeed very special when I was a child.

The first special thing when I was a child was that I often saw things that others could not see. There is a saying that when people were young, they were pure in their hearts and bright in their eyes. They could see many things that adults could not see, but when people became adults, they would not retain such memories. But I am different, this kind of memory has always been clear.

I remember when I was seven years old, one evening, I was playing at the entrance of the village and saw the third uncle coming over at the east end of the village with a crutch. When the third uncle passed by me, I greeted him politely. But the third uncle didn't answer, but looked at me strangely, sighed softly, and then walked to Zhaoting Mountain outside the village alone. I also felt very strange at that time, because the third uncle has poor legs and feet and rarely goes out, so why would he go up the mountain alone? When I got home, I met the third uncle's grandson, Shi Xiaosan, and treated him

He said that his grandfather went up the mountain alone, and it was almost dark. However, Shi Xiaosan said that his grandfather was sick, so how could he get up after lying at home these days? When Shi Xiaosan and I returned to the village together, we heard crying from his house from afar. After asking the adults, we learned that the third uncle had left this evening. The dialect of "left" in Wucheng means death, and in the local dialect, there is another euphemism of death, which is "up the mountain". I did not tell others about this, only Shi Xiaosan and I knew about it.

The second special thing when I was a child was that I often had a premonition of what was going to happen. I remember when I was five years old, one day, I was playing with mud outside the village chief’s courtyard wall. While playing, I suddenly felt something was wrong behind me. I always felt that something was going to happen and that it was safe to leave. I stood up and ran away quickly. Just as I had just run away, the earth wall, which was one foot thick and one person tall, collapsed silently, and just hit the position where I was squatting just now.

Speaking of this, some people may envy my special talent because it is a very lucky thing in people's eyes. For example, I can go to stock trading and use my magical premonition to make a lot of money. Unfortunately, the actual situation is not as simple as everyone imagines. Although I often have premonitions and guess what is going to happen, I cannot decide what I will premonition, nor can I premonition the whole process of what happened, so it has almost no practical use to me.

Another example. When I was six years old, the water level of the Qingyi River in Wucheng was almost rising to the edge of the small woods outside the village. The night before, I had a dream and dreamed that many big fish jumped out of the river and fell on the shore. I knew this was another clear premonition, so the next day I took the fish basket to the woods to wait for fish. There were indeed fish jumping from the river to the woods, and I caught several big fish and put them in the fish basket. When I was happy, I accidentally

I met a tree and alarmed a group of hornets on the tree. As a result, I was very unlucky and was stinged by the hornets. Not only did the fish not catch it, but I even lost the fish basket. I could have a premonition that a fish came ashore, but I could not have a premonition that there would be hornets on the tree, so it was hard to say whether this premonition was good or bad. But this time it was not completely unfortunate. Shortly after I returned home, I found that my long-term ineffective arthritis was cured by myself. I don’t know if it had anything to do with the sting of the hornet.

Speaking of arthritis, I was always weak and sickly when I was young, and my health was not very good. It was a miracle to survive. Thanks to Grandpa Jin in the village, who often came to see me. Almost all men in our Shizhu Village have the surname Shi, and only Grandpa Jin is a family like Grandpa Jin. In this situation, this person is often rejected, but Grandpa Jin is an exception. He is respected by the whole village because he is the best doctor in a radius of ten miles. Grandpa Jin did not open a clinic, but treated people who came to seek medical treatment for free, mainly using acupuncture and herbs he picked up from the mountain. The turning point of my strange childhood experience has a lot to do with Grandpa Jin.

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It was the summer when I was eight years old. One day, the children in the village went to the pond to take a bath together. The so-called bathing is swimming and playing with water. The water at the entrance of the village is not deep and there are many people. I have never heard of any danger. When I went together, I saw Shi Dong, the son of the village chief. Dongdong's appearance scared me: he was swollen and pale, and there were mud and blood under his nose. I screamed in shock. The people around me were also startled by my scream and asked me what was wrong. I rubbed my eyes and looked at Dongdong. The appearance just now disappeared, and the person standing in front of me was still a lively boy.

I understood what was going on in that moment. At that time, I didn't know how to hide my words. I pointed at Dongdong and said loudly, "Dongdong, you can't go into the water, otherwise you will drown!" Everyone around laughed and no one paid attention to my words. Children of all sizes all went into the water, and only I sat by the pond nervously. They had a lot of fun in the water, but after a while, they heard Dongdong shouting for help. People couldn't help but slid down the water and couldn't get up. At that time, several older children with good water wanted to go over and pull him, but they couldn't touch it under the water. When the adults in the village came to catch Dongdong, they were no longer able to do it.

I clearly remember Dongdong's appearance lying by the pond - his face was swollen and pale, and there were mud and blood hanging under his nose, everything was like what I had seen before. Later, Dongdong's father, the village chief, also came. I always felt that his eyes were so uncomfortable when he looked at me, and the eyes of other people around him were strange when they looked at me.

After I got home, I told my parents what happened during the day, and then I got sick that night. I was very sick and had a high fever for several days. I kept talking nonsense. I was sent to the township health center for two days and the saline water did not improve at all. My parents had to take me home and invite Grandpa Jin. Grandpa Jin finished my pulse and frowned and asked my parents what happened before I got sick. My parents told him everything about that day.

After hearing this, Grandpa Jin still frowned and said thoughtfully: "This child has a strange talent and will be unpredictable in the future. But if this continues, it will be difficult to grow up safely." My mother asked cryingly: "Uncle Jin, is there no way? Please save this child." Grandpa Jin replied: "There is one solution, you can try it. But this can only play a temporary role." My father also said: "Don't care about anything else, as long as he can grow up safely." Grandpa Jin sighed: "God's will, I don't know if human power can force it. This child should try to stay away from places like temples and Taoist temples, you must remember."

After Grandpa Jin finished speaking, he carried me to a chair, opened a small box he carried with him, took out a yellow leather roll from the box, and after it was unfolded, there was a row of gold needles. I wonder if you know any of the acupuncture. Nowadays, the acupuncture used disposable stainless steel needles, while in the past, the Chinese medicine used silver needles, but Grandpa Jin used gold needles at that time. The gold needles were as thin as hair, and the texture of gold itself was very soft. It required the doctor to have considerable skills for acupuncture, otherwise they would not be able to twist the acupuncture points at all.

I vaguely remembered that Grandpa Jin had many golden needles in my temples, eyebrows, ears, head, and back of my head. I felt that the golden needle was still spinning slowly after it was pierced. I don’t know if it was an hallucination or reality. Later, I fell asleep, and after waking up, I was already lying on the bed, Grandpa Jin also left, and my illness was cured. From then on, I became like a different person, no longer had the special experience of the past, no longer saw things that others could not see, and also lost an unusual premonition.

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But everything goes wrong and gain. Later, I became very healthy and became very smart. I was the best child in our village and was admitted to the junior high school in the village. In the year of junior high school, I was admitted to the only provincial key Wucheng Middle School in Wucheng City with the first place in the township. I was the first child in the village to be admitted to Wucheng Middle School in history.

I am the first in our township, but far from the first in Wucheng Middle School. Wucheng City has a total of six counties, Xuande, Guangji, Zixi, Zuming, Maoling and Langgong, with a population of millions. However, there is one key middle school in the province. The planned enrollment is only four classes and more than 200 students. The others are sponsored or arranged by other students. I am a very ordinary student in Class 4 of High School, and I am obviously older. The high school starts in September, and I am already eighteen in October that year.

Wucheng Middle School is a mysterious place for me. It has a history of a hundred years, and there are thousands of years of monuments on campus. If I follow the normal path, I will probably be like everyone else, just like everyone else, I will go to high school safely and then take the college entrance examination, find a job after graduating from university, and spend my life safely. But all this was changed at a dusk, just like opening Pandora's box, the strange feeling that had been sealed for many years is back, all of which is because of a strange mirror.

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It was October, before Sunday supper. I was already familiar with my classmates at that time, and because of my age, I became the boss of the dormitory. Eight classmates in our dormitory played football in the playground and in the next dormitory. I was so excited that I rushed towards the goal built by two bricks, pulled my feet and shot. The ball drew a long arc and flew out from a distance, landing under the top scorer's bridge outside the south gate of the school. Now everyone stopped to look at me, and someone needed to pick up the ball. Of course, I was going to pick it up.

Here we need to introduce the Zhuangyuan Bridge. Zhuangyuan Bridge is a thousand-year-old ancient bridge made of white stone and there are three stone arches under the bridge. Due to its age, the stone railings on the bridge have long disappeared. It is said that this bridge was built in memory of a local Zhuangyuan named Mei during the Northern Song Dynasty. The strangeness of this bridge is that it is not built on any river, but a very deep pond was dug in the open space. The surrounding shore was made of bluestone. The pond was semicircular, and the stone bridge was built in the middle. The bridge faces the south wall of our school, and the pond is part of the school's boundary. The water under the Zhuangyuan Bridge may have been very deep hundreds of years ago, but now it is almost dry, and some places have exposed the wet bottom of the pond.

The bluestone on the bank of the pond is four or five meters high, and people can't go down, but a camphor tree grew on some stone wall in unknown times, with lush branches and leaves. Following this tree, you can climb to a place more than one meter from the bottom of the pond. That's how I went down. Going down to the bottom of the Zhuangyuan Bridge, I picked up a ball between the pond water that is as deep as a palm, and was about to walk back, but I found a round corner in the mud, and something was half buried in the water. I pulled out this thing and rinsed it in the water. It looked like an ancient mirror. This mirror is only the size of a bowl, it seems to be a bronze texture, with many strange patterns engraved on the back, and there are already many green embroidery marks. However, when I turned over the front, it was extremely smooth and flat, without any embroidery marks, and there were not even a scratch. Just like the mirror that had just been polished, it could clearly reflect everything on the opposite side.

During the evening study that night, I was still sitting in my seat and playing with the ancient mirror I occasionally got. My classmate Shang Yunfei walked past me and saw the mirror in my hand. His eyes were very strange. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it, and walked straight over.

Shang Yunfei is a celebrity in our school and one of the "two big enchantists" in Class 4, our high school. The so-called "enchant" means "enchant" of "enchant" and driving. Shang Yunfei is two years younger than me, but his origin is very special. He is a disciple of Master Ge Jujizan, a Tibetan monk. This master was originally worshipped in western Sichuan, but later the temple was destroyed. He somehow traveled to Wucheng City and settled in Guangjiao Temple, Huangmiao, twenty miles east of Wucheng City. When Guangjiao Temple was at its worst, he was the only monk left. Yunfei's family lives next to Guangjiao Temple. His parents usually provide much help to this old monk, and Shang Yunfei also liked to go to the temple to play with old monks since he was a child.

After the reform and opening up, the country implemented religious policies, and Master Ge Jujizan gained status again. The government allocated funds to rebuilt Guangjiao Temple, and the incense flourished again. The master was regarded as a master by countless believers, and became the president of Wucheng Buddhist Association and vice chairman of the Municipal CPPCC. At that time, the master told Shang Yunfei's parents that he wanted to accept Yunfei as a disciple, and felt that he had good qualifications and insights. Shang Yunfei's parents agreed, so Shang Yunfei became a Buddhist at a young age, but he had not received the precepts. Later, Yunfei was admitted to Wu and was admitted to Wu.

Fang Zhouzi, director of the teaching department of the school, heard that a student believed in Buddhism and challenged his ideological and political work, so he called Shang Yunfei and his parents to scold him. This training didn't matter, which angered the old lama. The old man criticized the leadership team of Wucheng Middle School through the Municipal CPPCC. Finally, Director Fang apologized and said that he would not interfere with Shang Yunfei's practice of Buddhism. However, although Director Fang Zhouzi apologized, he privately warned other students not to learn from Shang Yunfei. Shang Yunfei became famous in the school and was called "Hu Ren".

In addition to Yun Fei, another "Hua Ren" in our class is called Feng Junzi. Feng Junzi is three years younger than me and it will not be until December to turn 15. The name Feng Junzi makes people feel very strange. It is said that he named him by himself when he was in school. There are really all kinds of people, and parents ask their children to name their own names. I know a little about Shang Yunfei's origin, but I don't know why Feng Junzi is also called "Hua Ren". I was thinking of Feng Junzi, and occasionally looking out from the window on the second floor, I saw Feng Junzi walking from the west gate. I saw Feng Junzi holding his right hand in his hand.

Wearing a black artificial leather briefcase is like a cadre going to the countryside; holding a purple clay teapot in his left hand, like an old man walking around the park; shaking his square steps, like a housewife visiting the market; a golden silk color-changing mirror is mounted on the bridge of his nose, like a reporter from a third-rate tabloid. In short, no matter how you look at it, you don’t look like a high school student. Our school stipulates that students from surrounding counties and townships must go to school at night, while day students living in Wucheng District can go to school by themselves or at school. However, most days students do not come, with Feng Junzi being the exception.

Feng Junzi walked into the teaching building, and I continued to lower my head to play with the ancient mirror. The mirror was very clear, reflecting everything in the classroom clearly. As I looked, I suddenly realized something was wrong - there was someone I didn't know in the classroom! This person was sitting behind me. He looked like a teenage boy, wearing gray-blue khaki clothes and dressed very simply, and felt like he was outfit decades ago. I looked back and saw that the seat behind me was empty and there was nothing! It was Feng Junzi's seat, and his deskmate Zhou Song was doing homework there, and he didn't seem to feel anything next to me.

I looked at the glasses again and clearly saw a little boy sitting in Feng Junzi's seat. His pale face was blank, as if he was out of place with everything around him. I could see it in the mirror, but when I looked back and looked at it with my eyes, I couldn't see this person! I felt my scalp tingling. This strange scene awakened my memory that had been covered with ten years. This time it was because of this strange mirror! Just when I was surprised, Feng Junzi had already walked into the classroom.

I felt a moment of nervousness for no reason and didn't dare to look up at Feng Junzi. I was wondering what would happen if he sat in that seat? However, I was not worried about it. Feng Junzi walked along the way, walked past me, walked to his seat, then turned around and sat down, but did not sit in his seat! He sat in an empty seat on the other side of the aisle and avoided his seat. Feng Junzi was sitting in the seat of another day girl Ji Xiaoyu. Ji Xiaoyu usually doesn't come to study at night. Her deskmate Tian Wei is a school student and is now sitting in her seat reading.

Now we need to introduce our classroom. Like the familiar classrooms, there are four desks in total, namely four groups. Feng Junzi and I are in the same group, and I sit in the third row and he sits in the fourth row. Now our group is sitting near the window on the right, but this position is not fixed. Each group has to rotate seats every week. Another feature in the classroom is that boys and boys are at the same table, and girls are at the same table. This is a unique arrangement that we have only when we go to high school. It is said to be to prevent premature love.

It is common for high school students to get along with each other now, but in the late 1980s and early 1990s, early love among middle school students was still a disaster, a disaster that teachers at all levels were strictly guarding against, and they should do everything possible to kill them in the bud. High school is at the age of first falling in love, so boys and girls are not allowed to be together to prevent love from a long time. In such an environment, even normal conversations between boys and girls seemed strange. However, Feng Junzi sat next to Tian Wei in a big way, as natural as sitting in his seat. After sitting down, he placed the teapot on the table and took out the book from his briefcase to read.

Feng Junzi's abnormal behavior immediately attracted the attention of the whole class. They put down the book and read it here, while whispering quietly. Tian Wei's face was a little unhurried. In order to get rid of her "suspect" of approaching Feng Junzi, she deliberately coughed, made a loud noise on the desk, and then opened her eyes and glared at Feng Junzi fiercely. Feng Junzi put down the book, smiled with a calm expression on her face, and nodded at Tian Wei, just as Tian Wei glared at him as he greeted him very friendly, and then said softly: "Tian Wei, I'll sit by your side and read a book for a while, don't you mind?"
Chapter completed!