A joke about cats having nine lives.

There is a folk saying that cats have nine lives. So, was I a cat in my last life?

Why do you say that? Listen to me slowly.

1.

One rainy season, the pond in front of the village was full of rain, and the water level was as high as the road.

In the grass after the rain, a plant similar to auricularia auricula will grow, which is very thin and as transparent as jelly.

The locals call it "huge mushroom". Clean it and stir-fry it with some pepper, which is especially delicious.

That day, my friends and I picked up hoes and went to the pond to clean up. Cleaning steps: first, put the seeds in water until the impurities on the surface of the mushrooms are removed, put them aside by hand and repeat several times.

That day, a naughty "huge mushroom" surfaced with impurities and floated forward. I quickly reached for it and plopped, and even people and children fell into the water.

I kept struggling in the water and scared my little friend. She ran back to call her mother.

I don't know how long it took, but I was salvaged and became a drowned rat.

2.

When I was in primary school, my peers had lice on their heads.

Lice are very fertile, and some people's heads are covered with lice.

Lice are also highly contagious. It will crawl around people's hair, take a nap at the same table, or play together, and it may be infected if it is not careful.

In addition, there were mice at home at that time, and fleas on mice were very annoying. At home, I specially bought that kind of powder to deal with fleas. The locals call it "mung bean powder".

One day, my mother didn't know what she was thinking. She said she would kill lice for me, and then took the useless "mung bean powder" at home and said she would go to the pond to wash my hair and kill lice.

I happened to pass by my neighbor's house that day. The neighbor asked me what my mother was doing. My mother answered truthfully, which startled the neighbors and said that this powder was very toxic and might be poisoned. My mother listened and quickly took me back.

Somehow, I got my life back

3.

When I was in middle school, I was a little far from home. At that time, I lived in Bo Er's house opposite the school.

One day when I was studying by myself, I found that I had left my key in my room. Shouting outside for a long time, no one in the house promised. I guess Bo Er went out to play cards with his family.

I have been hesitating to walk home. It takes about half an hour to walk home from the town, and there are two villages in between.

After waiting anxiously outside for a long time, about ten o'clock, I finally decided to walk back.

It's a short walk from this street to the first village, about five minutes. I'm not too scared.

From the first village to the second village, it is a little longer. It is estimated that after ten minutes, I am still not afraid.

The distance from the second village to our village is the longest, almost more than 20 minutes. There is a slope in the middle and a cemetery next to it.

I clearly remember that night, the moon was high in the sky, and the trees in the distance seemed like a figure in the night.

At this moment, I have been riding a tiger, marching forward in the endless abyss of unknown terror, unwilling to retreat.

My heart is pounding and my legs are shaking. I held my breath and ran for a while, then took a rest and continued running. At this moment, I am like a rabbit running for my life, looking back to see if anyone is following me, while crustily skin of head and galloping forward.

Especially at the grave, my heart is like a deer. Fortunately, it is uphill, and then downhill. After running for a long time, my heart was in my throat and the wind was blowing in my ear.

I didn't know until I got home that an uncle in the village died that night, and my mother and them just came back from that house.

You know, there's another one. Maybe if you give me another courage, I won't come back.

4.

The year I came out to work, I went home for the New Year and went back to the factory.

When I got out of the railway station and took the bus, everyone on the bus was killed halfway (everyone charged dozens of dollars more), and what's worse, I was driven down.

At that time, my place was an electronics factory in Liangping, Liaobu, Dongguan.

It was already ten o'clock at night, and I didn't know where to get off. I was alone.

Fortunately, several people were driven down together, and some of them were going to take a walk. Finally, several of us searched for a long time and got on the night bus to Liaobu.

In Liaobu, there is still a long way to go from my Liangping electronics factory. There are buses during the day and only motorcycles at night.

To tell the truth, I have never ridden this motorcycle alone in a foreign land, and I feel that there are too many unsafe factors.

Fortunately, there is another girl on my way. She went to Xialingbei, farther than me. From Liaobu to Xialingbei, she will pass Liangping.

And because I'm easy to talk to. I took us. It is also reasonable to send me back to the electronics factory first and then send another girl back to her electronics factory.

The girl at the back discussed with us. Anyway, we are all on the same side. We should send her back first, and then the master will take me back when we get back. I hesitated, and the master said yes. According to my opinion, I finally agreed.

But I overlooked one thing. The owner of a motorcycle may not be like this. When he came back, it was just me and him. No one knows what will happen in the street early in the morning.

Looking back now, I almost gave my safety to a stranger just to be a good person.

The motorcycle master was a good man and dutifully sent me to the factory gate.

I looked up at the clock in the security room. It's already half past two in the morning.

I don't know if I saved the galaxy in my last life or did a lot of good things. Every time I meet a dangerous thing or situation, I can turn defeat into victory.

Looking back now, if every scene made a little mistake, it would probably become someone else's story.