The Mysterious Mechanism in the Nostrils

  I'm a person who has bad luck and also has a second stick spirit. I've become the pet of bad luck.

  The earliest misfortune I remember was a happy and carefree childhood.

  One day, after eating the big red dates given by the teacher in kindergarten, I held my cheeks with my hands, and my eyes were dazed. Between dozing off and waking up, I suddenly thought of the TV series "Little Dragon People" I had watched before. Suddenly, I felt that I had grown horns on my head and a tail behind me, and I had become a little green dragon. My secrets are so many, hehe, I couldn't help but laugh, and it was so much that even the teacher and my friends were shocked and their jaws dropped.

  The more I think about it, the happier I become, with my small single eyelid eyes narrowed and my soft little mouth pursed, occasionally making a "tsk" sound. At this moment, a small black figure appeared in front of me, but I ignored him. Whoever he likes is his business, I'm going to transform into Little Green Dragon, the handsome and brave dragon boy from TV!

  "Hehehe." This little black shadow seemed even more excited than I was, he grinned, admiring my face, and with a flourish, like magic, a round, bulging, dark brown thing appeared in his hand. He held this thing first to my eyes, but I blinked my thick eyelids, and the little black shadow carefully examined my face again. Finally, he chuckled and slowly, but accurately, stuffed the thing in his hand into my right nostril.

  Can everyone guess what was stuffed into my nostrils? I think someone should be able to guess.

  There are really many clever people in this world who are beyond reach, their IQ is high enough to make people jealous. But I'm not one of them.

  I'm not only unintelligent, but also a bit muddle-headed. When someone stuffed something into my nostrils, I didn't protest and instead inserted my pinky finger into the nasal cavity to dig around for half a day. Later, I dug out a small hard booger. However, all of this did not prevent me from transforming into a little dragon person. I twisted my butt, and it seemed like there really was a tail growing on my buttocks.

  In the later class, I panted heavily and dozed off for a while. The female teacher with bright red lips and thick makeup heard my blatant snoring, her powdered face turned into a summer radish, both red and white.

  She dragged me by my tender little arm, all the way to the podium of the neighboring class, displaying me like a model, moving me back and forth. I opened my mouth wide, crying while involuntarily spinning around on the podium.

  "Hey kids, have you seen? This is a naughty child. Just look at her, she doesn't behave well at all. Her eyes are so small, it's really ugly! Don't any of you learn from her! Naughty children must be punished. Everyone help the teacher keep an eye on her. If she still doesn't behave, tell the teacher and the teacher will lock her in a little black room. And give you all a little red flower, okay?"

  The little friends below were delighted and clapped their hands vigorously as if they were celebrating a festival.

  "Alright, alright!"

  "The teacher drew a circle and said, 'Once you step out of this circle, kids, you have to tell me!'"

  The teacher finished speaking, and like the Monkey King protecting Tang Monk from being caught by demons, he drew a circle with a blue chalk around me as the center, with a radius of about ten centimeters.

  I still remember that before the teacher left, she used her index finger with bright red nail polish to poke my forehead hard, and my head started hurting like it was buried in sand.

  At that time, my parents were workers in a national cotton factory. The daytime labor made them lack the necessary patience for me, and I happened to develop a habit of snoring loudly when they fell asleep soundly to recover their strength.

  Every night, the thunderous snores that are completely disproportionate to my small body disturb their sleep, but they can't do anything about it. Originally lacking patience with me and now deprived of sleep, they become even more irritable. Every morning, after a quarrel between the two of them, the one who loses will throw me into the hard, cold back seat of the car like a discarded broken sack. Then, like a delivered package, they hastily drop me off behind the rusty big iron gate of the kindergarten, yawning, with a tired look on their face and flying hair, like a launched rocket, leaving me farther and farther away without looking back.

  In the following days, I felt more and more that my small head was dizzy and swollen all day long. I thought it was because the teacher poked me on the forehead once. She might have broken off the horn on my forehead, I don't know if a little dragon can live without horns, but I think I'm going to die. I often had to open my mouth wide to breathe.

  One day, I was like a dying fish with my mouth wide open, playing with the doll in my hand. Suddenly, an uncle with a long fringe on his forehead and a very clean appearance came over. As soon as he saw the teacher, and the teacher saw him, their eyes sparkled like those of monsters.

  Then the teacher quietly pulled Uncle into her rest room. The increasingly loud gasps slowly piqued my curiosity, I hugged the doll, tilted my head, and my ears involuntarily leaned towards the teacher's rest room.

  Listen carefully, one sounds like a tiger and the other like a rabbit running for its life. I think the teacher and this uncle must be watching cartoons inside. So with great joy, she pressed her small eyes against the bright gap in the door, and through the narrow slit, she was shocked to see an extremely bright and dazzling scene that she had never seen before.

  Teacher and uncle half-naked hug!

  It was as if he had fallen, his movements were extremely strange, and it seemed like he was practicing a unique martial art. I was stunned, my small heart filled with surprise and an inexplicable fear.

  At this time, a little boy with a runny nose suddenly ran out of the classroom. His eyes shone with greed as he stretched out his hand to grab the doll. I instinctively took a step back and my body crashed into the door, which swung open.

  The teacher and uncle were in a mess, shouting frantically. But the little boy cheered happily.

  He loosened his grip on the doll that was about to be snatched away, his eyes sparkling with mischief, his mouth agape, revealing small white teeth and a pink tongue tip, as he flashed a sly smile at the corners of his mouth. He stretched out his tender, colorful hands, which were stained with various watercolor pen colors, and reached for my face.

  I instinctively grabbed the doll in my hand and swung it at him, the row of yellow buttons on the doll's clothes hitting his face squarely. The boy's smiling face changed instantly, he squeezed his eyes shut, tears streaming out from between his eyelids, he covered his nose and cried, blood dripping down from his fingernails with red, yellow, and blue nail polish onto the floor. I also cried, scared by his ferocious and terrifying expression, my mouth agape, nostrils flaring.

  "What's going on?" The teacher rushed over, furious and flustered. When she saw the blood bubbles coming out of the boy's nostrils, she suddenly turned around and punched me in the chest with a loud thud. I felt a wave of dizziness in front of my eyes, followed by a feeling of being crushed by a grindstone on my chest, and I almost suffocated.

  I struggled in agony, opening my mouth wide but unable to make a sound. I helplessly stared with my small eyes wide open, feeling like my eyeballs were about to pop out. I stood there, staring and agape, like a wronged wife with nowhere to vent her grievances, silently weeping as tears streamed down my face.

  The teacher widened her eyes, which were adorned with shiny black false eyelashes, and stared at me blankly for a moment before suddenly letting out an "ah...huh?" sound reminiscent of Dongfang Bubai.

  The teacher became my lifesaver because she discovered that a white flesh bud had drilled out of the small nostrils.

  I was quickly rushed to the hospital by the adults at incredible speed, in a state of panic and confusion. Several strong hands pressed down on my weak body, forcing me to lie back on a chair that looked like a bed but wasn't one. As the dazzling light shone towards me, a cold metal instrument was about to be inserted into my right nostril. My heart was filled with an unprecedented fear, but I couldn't struggle free. I was firmly pinned down by the adults, one arm and one leg each, just like a pig being slaughtered.

  Fortunately, the doctor's movements were not as scary as they seemed at first. I felt like he was just lightly plucking a dog tail grass from my right nostril, and suddenly my breathing became smooth. Suddenly, I didn't have to breathe with my mouth open anymore.

  I bounced down from the chair and saw a small, oval-shaped creature with milky white buds sprouting out, its long, thin claws splayed out, placed on a blue-rimmed white tray. The adults were pressing their faces against it with a mixture of shock and relief, making strange noises in their mouths.

  "Has it grown a tumor?" The teacher stared at her with those beautiful eyes, covering her chest, looking like she was still in shock.

  "Ah! How can such a small child have a tumor in his nose? Doctor! Please save my child!"

  Her mother's tears and snot flowed down together, and her knees went soft, almost kneeling down to the doctor.

  As soon as the adults found out that it wasn't a tumor but an apricot kernel, my parents got angry and the teacher became afraid. They used various methods to intimidate and entice me into telling them why an apricot kernel that should have been planted in the soil had taken root and sprouted in my nostril.

  But I don't remember clearly, I only remember the little black shadow standing in front of me that day, I also remember that I seemed to have turned into a little dragon person, and horns grew on my head, and a tail grew on my butt.