The stories I want to tell start from the moment I was born. Before all the stories begin, I will tell you the background of my birth.

I was born in 1990, the year of Gengwu. I knew nothing about what kind of social background that year. But when I grew up, I learned that I had a big event in China the year before I was born. I believe that friends older than me knew it.

In a mountain valley surrounded by mountains, before dawn, the cry of a baby made the originally quiet night a little noisy, Yu cried Yu Lie. The adults cheered under the cold starry sky, and were delighted by the birth of the first baby boy in the family. Everyone took turns to examine this strange little life. After he cried, he entered a dormant state. The adults could not see any expression on his face, he just breathed slowly. The baby boy was me.

My birth added joy to the whole family. I naturally became the eldest grandson of my grandfather and the eldest son of my father. In that family that was not rich but had a prosperous population, I enjoyed special treatment that my younger brothers and sisters had not enjoyed. As for the situation in the family at that time, I have not asked in detail. I heard that the family had a large population at that time, and there was a serious shortage of food. Sometimes I didn’t even have to eat mixed grains and buns. Despite this embarrassment, I naturally would not treat me unfairly. I am the beloved of the family. Whoever treats me unfairly will have to accept the guidance of my grandparents.

Later, I often heard my grandmother talk about my childhood, and I said one word: Lie!

It is said that from the moment I was born, I developed a bad temper that was so bad that I could no longer smell. After listening to the adult description, I felt that the boy was too arrogant and lay on the warm kang to do whatever he wanted and let him fiddle with him.

At that time, it was already late autumn. I guess the surrounding mountains were already deserted and there was no longer any vitality. There were rustling leaves everywhere. In general, it was still a poetic season. If the old man in the village passed by my house and saw his grandfather standing under the wall, he would definitely stop, put the farm tools in his hand on the ground, and learn about the little boy with him. It can be imagined that when his grandfather told others about this, he would be happy and laugh as happily as a mohua.

Immediately afterwards, the old ladies, aunts, and aunts in the village came from all over the world with eggs to visit the mother who had just given birth. These friendships were all the credit of grandma, and they exchanged their enthusiasm for life. I became a living work. Everyone took turns touching my head and holding me to shake left and right. It was not until I started crying in anger that they put me in their mother's arms.

As mentioned earlier, the family was full of people. At that time, my father and the second uncle were still living in the same yard, and the third aunt was not married. Perhaps the staff was composed of grandparents, second uncle and second mother, father and mother, and third aunt. The scene must be particularly lively, with a story about a group of adults and a child.

Of course, it is said that the family was constantly in conflict at that time, and the main reason was the war between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, which formed the three kingdoms and tribes. Sometimes there was a quarrel in the middle of the night. Maybe I was lying in the hot and hot kang, listening to the quarrels of the adults, at most I just blinked my eyes, and then stared at the roof in confusion, all the rhythm that had nothing to do with me.

As I grow up day by day, I gradually have my own story.xh:.218.2o4.13
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