My name is Enron.

If you are safe, you will be calm.

When my mother was pregnant with me for nine months, she still dragged her double body of only 80 pounds every day to squeeze the bus, running back and forth between the town and the county seat.

At that time, the welfare of the unit was not so good, the road was not so smooth, and the consciousness of the masses was not so strong. Occasionally, a grandmother would turn the basket upside down and let her sit on it with one hand holding the back of the chair.

My grandparents' house is in the county seat, so why didn't she just live there? This question bothered me for a long time, and I didn't know the reason until I was older.

Finally, on an ordinary night, my mother began to have strong labor pains. Why is it so commonplace? Because my dad was still drinking and playing outside somewhere he didn't know, as if he had forgotten that there was a woman at home who was about to give birth.

Finally, at 10 o'clock the next morning, when my mother howled for nearly 12 hours, "I won't give birth", I was sucked out by the doctor with an electric suction cup. That's when my dad came and named me Enron.

In the early 90s, caesarean delivery was not popular in the town, so my mother, who was more than 80 pounds, gave birth to me with 9 pounds.

With a high degree of education, she insisted on emulating breastfeeding abroad, so her grandmother gave her a lot of supplements, and various nutritional products for chicken, duck and fish came in turns, but she still didn't see her grow meat, but became more and more empty. My grandmother was a good mother-in-law and forced her to stop breastfeeding and fed me rice noodles.

At that time, Heinz rice noodles cost five yuan a can, and after eating it for a while, I couldn't afford to eat it. So my grandmother asked around and figured out how to make rice noodles by herself. Fortunately, I was not a picky eater, and I did not refuse to come, and I finally got through a so-called difficult time.

I mostly listened to my two aunts when I was a baby, and I liked them at that time. She was no longer in school when she told me the story, and her face was full of tenderness and softness, as if she was surrounded by warm water as soon as she approached her. As long as she goes out, I will pull her long hair vigorously and cry to prevent her from leaving.

The eldest aunt is stronger, anyway, I heard her say that I picked it up and have heard several versions. Sometimes it's in the bridge hole of the stinky river, sometimes it's in the public toilet full of feces and urine in the town, and most of the time it's in the garbage heap at the entrance of the village.

Until now, the scene that I remember the most is when I was five or six years old, they asked me to recite poems, and when I got my back wrong, I took a round palm mat and asked me to kneel. It's not that it's harsh, it's just that I'm the first child in the family, and the expectations for me are inevitably a little higher.

One time I made a mistake and knelt on the mat to silence myself. The two of them quarreled with my comic book "Nezha in the Sea". One had to pronounce Nezha as "nazhua", the other said to pronounce "nezha", and made a bet that he had forgotten what it was. Later, I don't know who took a Xinhua dictionary first, and the two of them looked up together for a while, put down the dictionary and didn't speak, and began to count that I was not serious about reciting poems.

What they talked about the most was to take me to the city to play and happily want to buy me ice cream to eat, but I had a unique vision since I was a child, so I picked up a "big gold brick", unpacked it and ate it. The two of them added up to five cents a piece, which was less than one-third of the "big gold brick", so one took me to squat by the freezer to eat ice cream, and the other ran to the nearest aunt's house for help.

The comic book "Nezha and the Sea" was bought by my uncle, and for as long as I can remember, he followed others to the Great Northwest. Every time I come back, I always bring a lot of things. He always had a straight face and looked a little fierce, but he was very nice to me. I can ride on his head and do a good job, which is what his own daughters did not have in the future. My father's memories in my childhood are really few, and the deepest impression is that he caught one snake after another, nailed the snake's head to the tree and skinned it, and took out a small glass of white wine for my mother to swallow raw. The whole snake meat of the headless white flower was tied up with a rope and put in the basin and still squirming, disgusting and weird. Another winter night, my mother and I sat by the brazier, he took the roasted bacon, put the rat poison on it, and discussed with the village bastards to medicine other people's dogs. In the summer, I bathed in the river, and with my bare hands, I broke the neck of the big white goose swimming in the river, and took it back to stew. It was a nightmare of my childhood. However, the more scared I became, the more curious I became, and no matter how terrible the nightmare was, I couldn't stop me from peeking at him again and again. And yet there was a slap he gave me, which I will never forget!

I am a child brought up by my grandmother, she is a standard rural woman, she will quarrel with her neighbors for three inches at the door, and she will also take in people in distress in times of crisis, more often she is the backbone of the family, with her, everyone can rest assured, no matter how big the hurdle, you can also step over!

My great-grandmother was a pious old lady with little feet who believed in Jesus. Pray prayers on any occasion, and draw a cross on your chest with your hand: "Lord, God, hallelujah!" When I was a child, I was most afraid of sleeping with her, because as soon as I turned over, she would pinch you vigorously and tell you the position a girl should sleep in. If you're not honest, she has thousands of stories of "ghosts hitting the wall" to scare you.

At that time, I could be said to have been loved by thousands of people! I fell asleep playing hide and seek with adults in the closet, and the whole family, young and old, looked for me everywhere like crazy, and was about to go to the police station to report the crime, when I woke up, I crawled out by myself, and was complacent with a bunch of adults wiping their tears.

Now that I have achieved nothing, I am almost 30 years old, and the most ashamed person is not my parents and my children, but my grandfather.

For a long time in my childhood, I was dependent on my grandfather due to major changes in my family. At that time, I was not sensible, and when I was seven or eight years old, I asked my grandfather to pee, I asked my grandfather to pour water before washing my feet, and I went to watch TV at other friends' houses, but my grandfather didn't come home no matter how much he called him......

The grandfather was originally a child of the landlord's family, but after the house was raided, he was separated from his family, stood bare-chested on the street for several days without eating, and was taken home by his childless great-grandmother. Later, the family came and thought it was good to stay in this house, at least they could eat enough, so their grandfather changed his surname to An.

He is the person with the best temper I have ever met, he never quarrels with others, and he is the first to mediate when someone has a conflict. Every morning at four or five o'clock, when it was still dark in the south, he would carry two barrels to the town to carry the lees back and feed the pigs, again and again. For a long time, when I got up in the morning, I would smell the smell of wine, mixed with a few wisps of firewood, and the aroma of rice porridge that my grandfather had already boiled.

Grandpa went through all the hardships, but he left us when his life was better, and good people don't live long, which has been verified by the person I am ashamed of. And all of this is because of me, who is loved by thousands of people!