Early the next morning, Long Dafa got up and went to the bathroom to relieve himself. In the living room, he found two cockroaches stuck on the cockroach chalk line on the floor. However, when he pushed one of them with his foot, its claws could still move slightly. , which proves that he is not dead yet. If you are not dead, let you die! Long Dafa stepped on it with all his strength, instantly turning the cockroach into ashes.
Looking at another cockroach, it was still the same. When he tripped with his foot, its claws also moved. Long Dafa felt that it was a little special. There was only one beard on its head, usually there were two.
He squatted down and picked up the stick, letting the cockroach hang up. Then he lit the lighter and moved the strong flames to the cockroach's body until it burned until it made a slight "chirping" sound and emitted... There was a burning smell, and then the body fell to the ground completely.
On the summer night of the next year, it was June. Long Dafa was comfortably blowing on the air conditioner at home. The air conditioner made a buzzing sound. He worked until midnight when it suddenly malfunctioned and stopped.
After a while, the air in the room warmed up and became a bit stuffy. It was already midnight, and it was impossible to call a maintenance man to repair the air conditioner. We had to wait until dawn. There were still a few hours before dawn, and Long Dafa lay on the bed covered with mahjong mats, unable to fall asleep. His wife held the only banana fan in the house to fan herself. He said, fan me.
But his wife was very domineering and refused to give it to him. She also ridiculed a limerick about fans that she heard from somewhere: The weather in June is hot, so you can’t borrow fans; even though we are friends, you are hot and I am too. I changed the last two words of the third sentence, it should be, even though we are husband and wife, you are hot and I am hot too.
Long Dafa did not quarrel with his wife, so he got up and sat on the balcony, but many mosquitoes buzzed around him, sometimes feeling them on his feet, sometimes feeling them on his face. He slapped them, but they often came up empty. Slapped himself.
He hated the mosquitoes that harassed him so much that he moved from the balcony to the bedroom, always throwing his fat body on the bed, but those pesky mosquitoes still came to harass him.
He asked his wife if there was any mosquito-repellent incense at home. The answer is, if you turn on the air conditioner every day, why would you think you need mosquito coils?
Long Dafa was exhausted from all the tossing and when he felt sleepy, he covered his face with a shirt and then lay down to avoid mosquitoes picking his face and biting him.
He soon started snoring, and slept until dawn. The shirt covering his face had long been tangled and no shadow could be seen. When he raised his head, he found it had fallen under the bed, like a cloud.
When Long Dafa picked it up, he felt itchy on his neck. He instinctively stretched out his hand to scratch it, but a small pimple appeared.
Then I walked into the washroom and looked in the mirror. I saw that it was as red as hot potion, which was quite eye-catching.
It was obviously a mosquito bite, so he applied Fengyou essence on it to kill the bacteria, hoping it would be fine. Unexpectedly, a few hours later, at noon, he was shivering all over. The hot sun was shining on the ground and smoking, but he felt cold.
His wife had no choice but to help him go downstairs, walk to the intersection, and call a taxi to go to the hospital for treatment.
The doctor knew from his symptoms that it was malaria. When asked what caused it, he couldn't tell clearly. It was just because of the power outage last night. He tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep and sweating all over his body.
The doctor didn't ask any more questions and wrote a prescription as usual. He asked his wife to pay the bill and get a bag of medicine, including pills, potions, etc., and then went to the bed in a room on the third floor of the inpatient department to get an intravenous drip.
The pill bottle is so big that it takes two and a half hours to finish. His wife sat beside the hospital bed and watched over him.
Because Long Dafa was accompanied by his wife, he relaxed and slowly fell asleep.
When the potion was almost finished, Long Dafa suddenly slapped himself in the face, and he woke up, with the hospital bed still shaking gently.
The wife asked in surprise, Dafa, what are you doing?
Long Dafa was stunned for a long time. After opening his eyes for a day, he realized that this was a hospital. Then he said slowly, I just dreamed of being bitten by a mosquito while lying at home.
The wife giggled and said, no wonder you slapped yourself.
Long Dafa said seriously that this was no ordinary mosquito. He also told me viciously that it was a mosquito transformed from the cockroach we poisoned last time, and he had to take revenge on me.
As the wife listened, her smiling cheek slowly turned pale, and then she said arbitrarily that the reason why you have malaria this time is probably because you were bitten by that mosquito at home last night and contracted the virus.
Long Dafa looked at the bottle of medicine with a little bit left in it, and he felt that his body was much more comfortable, and he no longer had the symptoms of shivering from the cold.
He said with emotion that after I was cured and discharged from the hospital this time, I would buy some high-efficiency mosquito-repellent incense when I go back. As long as that mosquito dares to fly into my house and offend me, I will burn it with mosquito-repellent incense to kill it. His wife gently rubbed his face, which he had just slapped in his dream, and said, Okay!
It is true that the mosquito was a dead cockroach. Because it had a memory of hatred for Long Dafa, after death, the soul did not go to the underworld to drink Jiwangtang and forget the past like a human being. Therefore, it was reincarnated as a mosquito and still had clear memories, waiting for opportunities. Implemented revenge against Long Dafa.
After Long Dafa was cured of malaria and discharged from the hospital, the first thing he did when he returned home was to light mosquito coils at night.
Although the mosquito coils are lit with smoke, they do not have the effect of killing mosquitoes. Especially this mosquito that plotted revenge and succeeded once, let's call it a poisonous mosquito. It had the painful experience of being poisoned to death when it was a cockroach in its previous life. Now that it has been reincarnated as a poisonous mosquito, it has a relatively special ability to prevent it.
At night, when Longdafajia mosquito-repellent incense is being lit, or even before it is lit, it avoids it and usually hides it in the ventilation window. No matter how strong the mosquito-repellent incense smell comes, it is diluted.
After the coil of mosquito coils burned out and the smoke dissipated, it began to attack secretly, mainly sucking the blood from Long Dafa's body.
Even if Long Dafa is standing or sitting, poisonous mosquitoes can bite his skin and he can escape cleverly.
It turns out that poisonous mosquitoes are very scheming. When they fly next to you and buzz, they do not intend to sting you. They are just reconnaissance. Like fighter jets in the sky, they just aim at the target and wait for the opportunity to act.
Or it may tease you, buzzing and circle around your face quickly, and then get out of the way safely, but before you can recover, you think it is about to lie on your face to suck blood, so You slapped me hard, but of course the mosquito didn't slap you, but you actually slapped yourself. Whether you were angry or irritable, it all went away with you.
The poisonous mosquito has not given up. It adopts the tactic of attacking in the east and west. When it wants to bite you, it does not scream, but unexpectedly lies on your feet, or on the back of the neck, etc. in a place where it is not easy to be slapped immediately, and bites you hard. One or two bites of the ground, never three bites, that is, never be reluctant to fight, and quickly evacuate.
When you feel the pain and are about to strike back with your palm, it has already fled away, leaving you disappointed.
This poisonous mosquito was so tormenting that Long Dafa and his wife had no choice but to bite them. Their necks, feet, and wrists were all stung with pockmarks as red as chicken blood, and some even developed blisters.
The step-wife of Long Dafa, who has always loved beauty, somehow got bitten by poisonous mosquitoes and developed a red blister on her nose. She was afraid of being ugly and couldn't go out. She asked her husband to bring the food back when she should go out to buy groceries.
Fortunately, after Long Dafa was cured of malaria, he was given several boxes of anti-malarial medicine at the hospital. As soon as they were bitten by poisonous mosquitoes, they quickly took the medicine to detoxify, and they had the advantage of not getting sick. But this kind of "benefits" made Long Dafa and his wife dumbfounded. They even suspected that the mosquito coils they bought from the store were fake. Even though the smoke was lingering every night, they couldn't kill the mosquitoes.
Mosquitoes can't survive the winter, and neither can that poisonous mosquito. It didn't understand that on a summer night, when the room was so hot just now, it suddenly became so cold that it shivered. It seemed that it had no strength to hold the curtains, and its toes and claws were gradually frozen. To fall off the curtain fabric.
It sighed, full of questions, why did winter come so soon? In fact, she didn't know that it was because Long Dafa turned on the air conditioner an hour before going to bed and turned it on to the lowest temperature.
At this time, the poisonous mosquito has no strength to fly, let alone bite people and suck blood. It has reached the point where it is dying and is not dead yet.
When it was time to go to bed, Long Dafa's wife entered the bedroom and saw that the curtains that had been gathered together during the day were not closed, so she walked over and opened them to cover the window. Inadvertently, the poisonous mosquito lying on the curtain "pop" fell to the ground. It was almost frozen and died soon.
Its ghost drifted away like a faint wisp of smoke, and its body was discovered by Long Dafa's wife the next day and swept away as garbage.
