I seem to be very fond of reading, and every time a new textbook is handed out, I read everything I can read, including the short stories in the math textbook. When I finished reading my textbooks, I would go to Grandpa's house to borrow books from my sister. None of the children in the village were as studious as I was, and their parents often compared them to me, and for a while, I was often teased.

Sometimes when I forgot the time to read a book at Grandpa Yao's house, and when I folded the book corner and was about to go home, some people had already eaten dinner and took a fan to cool off in the village, and there were many children among them.

There was a grove on the way home, and in the woods was the village cemetery, and sometimes there was a terrible cry of crows, and the faint-hearted would find it very scary to pass by in the dark night, and I was the most timid of the faint-hearted.

Grandpa warned me: "Don't read at other people's houses and see it late, and don't eat at other people's houses, if you do this again, I won't pick you up again!" Until one day, he really didn't pick me up anymore.

After reading the book, it was already dark, and I declined my sister's kindness to leave the meal, and I came out of Grandpa's house by myself, standing by the woods, and did not dare to take a step forward.

A few kids gathered around me, taking turns pushing me forward, "whoa, whoa" and learning to scream, and I could only cry and rampage between them. When the adults saw it, it was just a play between children, and it wasn't their children who were bullied anyway. Grandpa Yakiniku heard my cry, put the bowl on the floor, drove away the children, and sent me home.

Grandpa thanked Grandpa Baked Cake at the door, and the two talked for a while, and Grandpa Baked Cake left. My grandfather touched my head and said, "There are no ghosts in the world, and what is more terrible than ghosts is the human heart!"

The next day, I went to Grandpa's house to read as usual, and my sister urged me to go home many times, but I ignored her, thinking that if my grandfather didn't come to pick me up, Grandpa Baked Cake would also send me back, but no!

The group of children still teased me, and Grandpa Baked Cake only watched from a distance with a bowl, refusing to take a step forward. I was very aggrieved, I felt that everyone didn't care about me, and my stubborn temper came up, and I bent down and hit the children one by one with my head, and the young ones were knocked to the ground by me, so I rushed out of the encirclement and ran home as fast as I could, ignoring the sharp scolding of the women behind me.

This distance of fifty or sixty meters seems to be the first breakthrough in my life. My grandfather's warning to me may have been to get me home earlier and not to cause trouble to others. But the attraction of books to me has overcome the fear in my heart, and I am grateful to the two grandfathers for allowing me to take that step bravely.

The children still teased me, but the woods no longer scared me, and they found it boring, so they changed their ways.

There is a small stream in the village, where adults often wash vegetables and laundry, and when the boys are in a hurry, they will take off their pants and urinate directly in it. The older children often compete to see who can cross the creek without their feet getting wet.

So one winter, when I was still wearing cotton boots, they coaxed me out and told me that there was a little girl younger than me who had just crossed the widest part of the creek. I was suspicious that the sister of the bakery family would not be able to cross this place, so I asked them to call the little girl out and cross again.

In the end, the little girl did not come out, and when they all said the same thing, indicating that they did see the little girl stepping over, I still hesitated, and kept the posture of jumping, but never jumped out. In the end, I didn't know who pushed me from behind, and I took on a very embarrassed position, my upper body lying on the edge of the stream, my feet in cotton boots, soaked in the cold water. The children around laughed, no one wanted to pull me, but my grandfather passed by and pulled me up from the creek.

Grandpa's cold eyes may have scared the children, and the older children swallowed and explained that I wanted to jump myself, and the children around nodded in agreement. Grandpa didn't pay attention to it anymore, only glanced at the lively adults at the entrance of the village from a distance, and led me back.

I have a lot of self-esteem and I don't want to be left behind, which gives the kids a chance to play tricks on me. They asked me to wrestle with people, no matter whether they were men or women, no matter how much older the other party was than me, I would fight it, and finally I was pressed to the ground next to my fist, and I blushed and resisted and did not admit defeat.

They asked me to wrestle with my sister who was unwilling, but I went up and hooked her feet, trying to show my strength by throwing her to the ground. My sister ignored me, gave me a blank look and walked away.

When I went back to my sister, she told me, "Are you stupid?" They showed that they were looking at your jokes, and you really showed them?"

I've never wrestled with anyone since.

But their interest in teasing me has not waned.

The boys would hit me in the back and run away, I chased them and wanted to hit back, and I caught up, and the boys took off their pants directly, showing their bare thighs unscrupulously, and I ran away with my face covered in shame, and they laughed in the back.

Earlier, the girls always coveted my few toys, or the candy that my uncle brought back for the New Year. They always made all sorts of bets with me, bet on my toys, and I always lost in the end. I probably didn't have a brain, and I never asked them what the stakes were. Sometimes this gamble would be suspended by my sister's house, and sometimes my great-grandmother would help me get back when I had exported my precious toys. But there were fewer and fewer toys, and the girls started playing tricks on me with the boys. It's not uncommon to grab a few lice from my head and put them on my hair.

In the worst case, my hair almost burned out.

A boy who went to junior high school put the gas of the lighter in the palm of his hand, and then lit the fire, and a flame would appear in the palm of his hand, which was fleeting;

At the instigation of the children, I begged this brother to teach me. My brother only gave me a verbal experience, then threw me the lighter and played with it himself.

Maybe I'm naturally studious and perceptive, and after only a few attempts, I can spit fire out of my mouth, and I can't help but spit fire again and again when I look at the amazement on the faces of the children who usually play tricks on me. The last boy asked me, "Do you dare to throw up more?" So I decided to finish the show with a big performance, so I poured the lighter gas into my mouth until the smell was about to overflow my nose, and then I slowly ignited and exhaled.

My eyebrows and bangs in front of me were burned, and I slapped my head with my hands to put out the fire, the children screamed, and the adults ran this way. In the end, I suffered my own sins, bare eyebrows, and I was laughed at for a long time.