Auntie can tell fortune _ fortune-telling auntie

What is the most amazing or incredible thing that you have experienced?

This really happened to me. I remember a winter in primary school. At that time, my family lived in a long and deep alley. It's just dawn, and the school will organize activities that day. The teacher told several of our classmates to get ready at school in advance and went out early. The school is only six or seven hundred meters away from my home, and my mother walked me out of the alley. After a long walk, I found that I didn't bring the information book, so I hurried home to get it, because my mother was making breakfast for my father, and I didn't ask her to send it.

When I went out again and walked to the penultimate house in the alley, the door was open and the dim light shone. I looked inside curiously. An old lady stood by a small coal stove and lifted the lid in her hand, as if it were a big white steamed bun. I said hello, Li Nainai, you got up so early to cook. The old lady gave me a look and smiled. I didn't care at that time, but I remembered something after staying at school for a long time. The old lady died when she was in primary school and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

In the absent-minded morning, I went home at noon. After telling my mother about it, she comforted me and said that it was my illusion that I didn't wake up too early. Because I was in poor spirits, I slept for a while at noon and dreamed of Li Nainai. She stuffed me with delicious candy and cakes and asked me to be her granddaughter's wife.

In a daze, I just couldn't wake up when I heard my mother calling me. Suddenly I woke up with a bang and my thighs ached. My mother hugged me tightly and said, what's wrong with the girl? What's the matter? Then I had a fever and talked nonsense.

Later, according to my mother, it didn't matter if I went to the hospital for a few days. She realized that I bumped into something unclean in the early Qing Dynasty. She found someone who knew the art of the Xuanmen, opened the doors and windows of her house, wrapped a bowl of millet in a red cloth and began to sweep away the shock. Shake it a little less, she fills it up again, and shake it a little less until it is completely filled. In the evening, my mother and the children of that family went to Li Nainai's grave to burn paper money and recite scriptures.

On the third day, I was alive and kicking. Moreover, I didn't know until I grew up that Li Nainai's daughter-in-law had given birth to a child because she didn't pay attention to it.