West is the west of the West Hill.

Going down from the top of the west hill, it is the confluence of the South River Ditch and the North River Ditch of Xiaoxitan, where the river is very wide and the bend is very sharp.

Shuhua, the eldest girl of the second and uncle's family behind the house, who was born in the same year as me, once delivered food to the second and uncle in the field during a heavy rain. Her family's land was further west of the river. At the moment when she crossed the river, the mountain torrent of the South River Gully and the North River Gully meandered into each other, squeezing out the arrogant and ferocious waves and slapping her in.

By the time Erhe's family found Shuhua, it was already two days later, more than thirty miles away from Taizhi.

When Shuhua was wearing beautiful flower clothes and a pair of cute pigtails, she was rescued and brought to Uncle Erhe, who recognized her as a goddaughter, Uncle Erhe was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

It was a miracle of life, but it was an illusion.

The godfather and godmother who rescued her said: "When the child was fished up, his mouth, nose and ears were full of mud and sand, but except for a small part of the abrasions, his body was basically unscathed. Although unconscious, he has a smile on his face. ”

How incredible!

During the thirty-mile rapids, she successfully avoided the large and small stones and wood debris in the torrent rushing westward, and also successfully avoided the twists and turns of the river bend.

All the fathers and villagers who heard about this said that it was the manifestation of the river god.

A legend, but it became a taboo before I was 7 years old.

Except for the days when I was studying hard for three first years at school, my mother would say to me every day: Go out to play, don't go over the west hill to the other side of the river!

However, in the summer of my third first grade, I not only crossed the west hill to the other side of the river, but also walked all the way west for 5 miles!

In those 5 miles, I followed my grandfather with the fifth brother of the third uncle's family.

Those 5 miles of land, let me know from the age of 7 that the westernmost part of Sanyi Spring is not the west hill in the village, but the Ximatan 5 miles away.

The bald head, white goatee, and grandfather with his hands behind his back, wearing a sleeveless white cloth placket and black crotch pants with ties on his legs, walked flutteringly.

My fifth brother and I would run to the aqueduct on the side of the road to chase butterflies, and then we would run back to my grandfather's side to play and play.

When I was tired of walking, I grabbed my grandfather's hand and poked my head and asked, "Grandpa, grandpa, who is the old Linggong you are talking about?" Why did he hit and die?

Grandpa said: "The day dog, grandpa can't speak clearly, grandpa listened to the people who have been in the private villa in the village, you will know it when you listen to the play for a while."

That was the first time I went to a play, and it was also the first time I was taken to a play by my grandfather.

I can't remember or understand how big the theater garden opposite Sanyiquan Middle School was, how high the stage was, and how the old Linggong on the stage was killed at that time. I only remember that my fifth brother and I ate the fruits that my grandfather brought us from the orchard, and kept shuttling back and forth between the two sides of my grandfather, who was sitting on a stone and watching the play attentively, swapping places. Looking at the adults around us who kept clapping their hands and shouting, we laughed and laughed......

I don't know when the play ended, I slept on my grandfather's back and went home.

When my mother, who had been looking for me all over the world for a day and couldn't find it, took me from my grandfather's hands, and heard that I was taken by my grandfather to watch the play, the anxiety in my mother's eyes was replaced by something that I didn't know whether I was happy or moved.

When my mother chatted about this now, she would say, "Our second child (my father's order among the boys in my grandfather's house) is the only one on the door of your grandfather." ”

"Your brother and your father's eldest sister are generally older, and your grandmother coaxes your eldest sister but not your brother. Your sister is the same age as the fourth brother of your third uncle's family, and your grandmother takes your fourth brother and does not take your sister. You and your fifth brother are two years apart, and when you and your fifth brother play together at your grandmother's house, your aunt will say that you are a big-bellied man if you eat an extra bite!"

You know, in rural areas, mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law and eldest sisters are mostly natural enemies of two different species in the same world.

She said let her say, just listen to it and smile. Although I know that these grievances that my mother is talking about are basically facts.

I can't blame my grandmother for all this, and I can't blame my father's eldest brother, my aunt, or my third uncle.

It all stems from the wrong choice of Dad's entry into the WTO.

Children born around the same time, especially those with older brothers and sisters, may not be particularly popular when they fall to the ground. When you are poor, you come to compete for a job, do you have eyebrows and eyes?

Naturally, when they grow up, start a family, marry a wife and have children, they inherit the marginal status of this big family with their wives and children.

Fortunately, my grandfather also extended his love for my father to us.