To the south, over the southern slope of the small west beach, and over the pigeon ditch on the other side of the two mountains, it has always been a sacred place for me, and I have always felt that it was this place that gave me the opportunity to be born as a human being.

Without Pigeon Ditch, there would be no my grandfather's second uncle, that is, my father's second uncle. Without my father's second uncle, my father would not have survived, and if my father could not have survived, there would be no me, and this truth was explained to me by my parents and family before my first year of further study.

I have reason to suspect that my IQ when I was in first grade was inherited by their complex tongue twister-like character relationships, and cause and effect were inherited from the circle.

Dad is the third child in the family, with an older brother and a younger sister.

Because of the wrong choice of his birth order, Dad ended up with a grandmother who didn't love it, and his brother and sister hated it.

The reason why I say the wrong order is because Dad chose the time to come to this world, not only late, but also early. The third uncle, who is 4 years younger than his father, is the favorite of the whole family!

As soon as my father was born, he was promised by my grandmother to give it to a large family without a son in Langyingtan.

When the big family that might change the fate of my father's life came down to the beach to pick up my father with a brand new blue flower coat and pants, I was worried that my grandmother would regret it because of my mother's affection, but I only glanced down at my father wrapped in a torn sack skin, and the big family smiled happily as if they had confirmed grandma's eyes.

When the big family put on the little blue flower clothes and pants for his father and was about to carry his father out of the door, he heard a man's deep and powerful voice: "Put my son down, I didn't speak, don't think about taking my son out of this gate!"

That's right, this man is my grandfather, Du Cunluo.

Big family: The child's father, have you changed your hexagram?

Grandpa: I never said I would give my son to your family!

Big family: It's not a gift, the child has already received two stones of wheat from our family!

Grandpa: Give it back to you!

Big Family: Do you have one?

Grandpa: It's not bad for you to smash the pot and sell iron!

Grandma: You are a gray bubble, this year, how can you have food to raise this, what should the eldest son and the eldest girl do, if you have to keep it, you will starve to death?

Grandpa: Mixing gruel into rice soup is always a way!

Grandma: Leave it to you, I don't care!

Grandpa: I'll take care of it!

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So, my father, who could have become the little master of a big family, has been crawling on the kang for 2 years. When I was 2 years old, I couldn't stand up, and I could only pronounce two sounds that I didn't know if it was "Dad" or "Baba".

After so much foreshadowing, Dad's second uncle is finally going to play, and the southernmost part of Sanyi Spring in my memory is Pigeon Ditch This cognition must also be explained.

Before the Mid-Autumn Festival when my father was 2 years old, his second uncle came down the mountain from Pigeon Gully and came to his grandfather's house to visit relatives.

When I entered the door, I saw my father who could only say "baba" on the kang, and the second uncle pointed to my grandfather and asked: "Cunluozi, the child is so old and soft that he can't stand up, this is not enough to eat, why do you raise a child?"

Grandpa looked at grandma, didn't speak, just shed tears.

The second grandfather took out 10 Fengzhen mixed sugar mooncakes from the bag he was carrying and handed them to his grandfather and said: "These 10 mooncakes, you soak me in hot water every day and feed them to Yingguizi (in 2 years, although my father did not stand up to the sky, but he did not change his surname and had his own name - Du Yinggui), if the rest of you dare to eat a bite, I will break your legs!"

Second Grandpa, is it so arrogant? Yes!

Whenever my grandfather talked about my second grandfather, he would say, "Your second grandfather is tall and red-faced." Lying in the ground and pretending to be dead, he grabbed the wolf's hind legs and fell to death the wolf; went to Fengzhen County to catch the market and walked home on the mountain road, encountered the "ghost fire" and almost got lost, took out a sickle and chased the "ghost fire" to cut it, chased to the rotten grave and threw two graves on the grave to sleep, and returned home after dawn scolding. ”

This is Dad's second uncle, my second uncle.

Grandpa said that when it comes to the second grandfather, everyone in ten miles and eight villages knows that they will give up three points. The second uncle relied on his natural courage to throw trouble, and his life has been good.

But no, when I was in the 60s***, I could afford to bake mixed sugar mooncakes before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I could give my father 10 as life-saving rations.

So much so that when I grew up with the fourth and fifth brothers of the third uncle's family to dig the squirrel's nest, I also wanted to go to the second uncle's house to see his majestic appearance, and told him in person that your moon cakes not only saved my dad, but my dad also had my baby who had been in the first grade for three years, but his old man had already driven the crane to the west, leaving a legend!

According to the instructions of the second grandfather, after eating the 10 mixed sugar mooncakes that the grandfather fed with hot water, the father quickly stood up, and could hold on to the windowsill and point back and forth to the chickens, sheep, pigs, and dogs in the yard to make many cheerful sounds.

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With such gratitude and awe, my feelings and contour marks on Pigeon Ditch cannot be erased for the rest of my life.