Wang Shiyi's home is in a mountain village in Chungcheng, a place full of standing green trees and shiny white water, and the hut is floating at the foot of the smoke-locked Half Moon Mountain.

This Half Moon Mountain stretches out, dragging down from mid-air, looking up from afar, like a half-green moon.

The yard is named after an old well, and the name is Zhangjing Yard.

Sixteen families lived in the courtyard, sparsely lined up along the rolling hills, so that each house had a large courtyard, separated by trees and vines such as black locust honeysuckle, leaving only a path for people and animals, and a well in the front center of the village. The industriousness of the rural family has allowed almost every family to have a two-story brick house, which stands in its own historical years.

The people in this courtyard are counted by pinching their fingers, but there are only five generations, and one ancestor has opened the foundation. It is said that this place used to be a place where people were buried, and there were many snakes and ants here, so ordinary people did not dare to approach it, especially on moonless nights.

In those years, the fields cultivated by the ancestors were near here, when they were tired, they would drink from the cattle in the well at the foot of the mountain, and enjoy the cool nearby, because they envied that there was a good well here, and did not avoid suspicion, they moved here with their families to cut down the thorns, renovated the well, surrounded by ashlar stones, because the shadow of the well was under an ancient camphor, so it was named the camphor well. The entrance of Zhangjing in summer is cool and refreshing, and in winter, its warmth is transmitted from the fingers to the heart.

There are few people in the yard, and there are not many people walking around each other, and there are some villagers in Chung Cheng who are idle, specializing in stealing chickens and dogs, in order to prevent theft, so every household in the yard is fed with watchdogs, these dogs are all loyal to their owners, and rarely go out at ordinary times, so they are quite alert and xenophobic, and a yard of people walking around a little will cause a large group of dogs to bark.

In the dead of night, it is common to hear a barking dog, which is creepy.

Wang Shiyi returned to the Zhangjing courtyard at noon, and saw the ancient camphor at the entrance of the village and the jujube tree in front of his house from a distance.

The loyal old yellow dog spread its legs and ran towards him, extending its warm snout to him, and jumping up and down beside him.

The rice in front of the village had turned yellow, and his black and thin mother, Wang Xiuhe, walked back from the ridge with a hoe shining in the sun.

"Son, you're back!" Wang Xiuhe saw him from a distance, took three steps and made two steps, and walked over quickly.

"Mom, I'm back after the college entrance examination!" Wang Shiyi shouted.

The movement outside also alarmed Wang Shiyi's grandmother, who was in her seventies, her legs and feet were already a little inconvenient, and with a "squeak", she staggered open the old door of the hall.

"Grandma!" Wang Shiyi walked forward quickly and shouted at her.

"My heart, I was still looking at you by the door just now, and when I turned around and came back, my ass was still hot, and you came back! You have been studying hard at school, why are you so thin!" his grandmother hugged him, and said with infinite emotion, so that her clear old tears flowed out of her wrinkled eyes.

"The college entrance examination is over!" Wang Shiyi said softly.

"My Baozai, after finishing high school, in the second half of the year, which university are you going to go to?

When Wang Shiyi was admitted to high school, she faintly felt that her grandson was a piece of reading material, besides, those fortune tellers also said that this child would be rich and noble in the future, and she firmly believed that Wang Shiyi's admission to college was a sure thing.

"The test results are not out yet. Although Wang Shiyi knew that with his own strength, it was more difficult to be admitted to college than to ascend to the sky, but he couldn't sweep away his grandmother's interest.

"When are your results coming out?" Grandma had a smile on her face, and she was looking forward to the results coming out sooner.

When they are old, their hopes are gone, and the old people look forward to their children and grandchildren, hoping that they can glorify their ancestors and realize the ideals they have never realized in their lives.

"In August, another month!" Wang Shiyi replied that his voice was very low, and after the results came out, his grandmother would definitely be disappointed.

Since then, every day, his grandmother would take the trouble to ask him, "Wang Shiyi, what time is it today?"

It has reached the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, and the time to survive is running out, and the title of her grandson's gold list is the only expectation at her age.

She thought that her grandson going to college would be the biggest good news in her twilight years!

Every time, after Wang Shiyi told her about the day, he would always add softly: "Grandma, don't worry!"

Her grandmother would always smile and say: "Grandma is old, her memory is not good, I'm afraid of forgetting, it's a day closer to the day of your grades, and I'm relieved that you're in college." ”

Grandma's smile and her waiting day after day made Wang Shiyi live in a kind of uneasiness.

He often climbed to the Half Moon Mountain behind the house alone, looked at the river in the distance, and watched the river gradually unfold in front of him, fluttering into the long sleeves of a Tang Dynasty dancer.

On the railway line near the river, the sound of trains rumbling past is heard from time to time, which is the never-ending footsteps of travelers.

The long chirp of the train before passing through the cave seemed to call him to leave with him and out of the mountain.

He has also fantasized countless times that he received a university admission letter and left his back to his hometown with honor.

The whole summer is busy, after the first crop of rice is harvested, and the field has to be planted to prepare the second crop of rice, Wang Shiyi has always been busy in the field, without the slightest complaint.

Facing the loess, with your back to the sky, the posture of planting a field is a process of constantly nodding and bowing to the earth.

It's a pity that without waiting for Wang Shiyi's college entrance examination results, his grandmother died.

On the last day of July, the sun was very bright, and when he was leaving, the old man gave him her last look affectionately, and her mouth moved a few times, as if to say something, but she was too weak, and her voice was smaller than a fly, and no one could hear what she was about to say.

At the end of her life, she still didn't wait for her grandson's admission letter, so she hurriedly closed her eyes.

When she was breathing, Wang Maoyong set off a firecracker in the house and sent the old man to heaven.

Wang Shiyi's tears kept flowing, he felt that he was ashamed of his grandmother's expectations, and he was really useless if he didn't realize his grandmother's wish to glorify his ancestors.

People in the southern mountain villages spend all year round around the rice fields.

Winter is fast approaching.

Wang Shiyi drove the family's buffalo to the empty paddy fields after harvesting and grazing.

The grass on the slopes of the fields was very deep and had withered and yellowed.

He likes to put a wildfire in the wild grass, and then excitedly shouts at the mountains in the distance.

The warm light of the fire, jumping and dancing in the wild grass.

Only then is he happy.

Some of the slopes were so lush with grass that the flames suddenly rose from their prostrate position like a man's and ran forward.

The buffalo was frightened by the flames that stood up, and ran wildly into the distance.

Wang Shiyi was also running, at this time, he had inexhaustible strength, he wanted to compete with the flames.

He had been imprisoned and was particularly sensitive to light.

When he was born in 1981, his grandmother asked a mother-in-law to tell his fortune, and the mother-in-law said that he was rich and noble, and that he was a rich star in the sky who went down to earth privately and walked for a long time to come to be reincarnated.

"Cover him up, don't let the monsters take him away!" said the mother-in-law at last.

The family put Wang Shiyi in the cradle and covered it with a basket, and in this way he spent seven days in darkness.

Therefore, since he was a child, he has had a greater love for light than ordinary people.

That day, he followed the fire and ran through the nine slopes in one go.

Yes, although he failed the college entrance examination, the flame in his heart will not be extinguished, he is a lonely light-chasing teenager scattered in the ravine of his hometown.