There is a kind of person in the world who doesn't read horoscopes, read palms, or make fortune charts.
They only do one thing - acupuncture.
There are holes in mountains and rivers. If you hit the spot, your blessings will be long. If there are acupoints in the house, if they are pointed correctly, the house will be prosperous.
But there is another kind of acupuncture point, which is used on living people.
Grandpa has been in this business for sixty years and has never failed. Before he died, he left a strange saying: "I have been tapping acupuncture points all my life, but in the end I discovered that the most difficult acupuncture point is at my own home."
I asked him who he was.
He was speechless. He only dipped his fingers in tea and wrote four strokes on the edge of the bed.
Vertical, horizontal fold, horizontal, horizontal.
An unfinished word.
Three years later, I received a letter from prison. The sender's surname is Qiu, and his sentence is life imprisonment. There is only one sentence in the letter:
"The hole your grandpa tapped is still twelve months away from expiration."
"On the day it expires, you have to come to see me on his behalf."
It took me three months to find out who this person named Qiu was.
He is my grandfather's junior brother.
Before going to jail, the last thing he did was to tap an acupuncture point on my grandfather.
That point is on me.
