Zhao Laoba is the youngest son of my great-uncle, my grandma's nephew, and my mother's cousin. He is a child at home and was born in the late 1950s.
He was born prematurely, and his uncle couldn't wait to give birth to him when he was less than eight months pregnant. When he was born, in the middle of the night in late autumn, there was lightning, thunder, pouring rain, and a strange sign from the sky!
The midwife jumped in fear as she held her hand in her arms: Is this a human being or a weasel cub?
You have a sallow complexion and thin muscles, and you only weigh four pounds?
It's as long as an adult's feet; can you fucking live on them?
Not to mention, there was no movement at all after birth: no crying, no laughing, and no fuss!
It really corresponds to the idiom: I can't laugh or cry!
The most incredible thing is: this person was born with his eyes and hands open!
Most newborns' hands are in a fist-like state, which is medically explained as underdevelopment of the cerebral cortex;
In metaphysics, it is called "Vajra Closed Mudra"!
Of course, there are also some people who have their fingers spread apart; their eyes are also special, with their rolling eyes! Creepy!
