My name is Mo Feng, I still like this name, it is as casual as the wind, of course, it is also because there are some convulsions in the cranial nerves. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Daddy sometimes laughs when he teases my name and says that when my aunt gave birth to me, someone from the household registration bureau came to ask for my name, and my grandmother took the pen and paper, and wrote down these two words, and then it was decided.

Daddy didn't have the right to speak, or he was shocked at the time, so the name was decided.

Maybe it's such an unreliable mom and dad, and look at what I grow up to become.

My parents are both upright office workers, and for the first time, I was looking at the world with big eyes.

I was not afraid of heaven and earth, I was chubby at that time, I didn't remember many things, I looked at the photo and listened to my mother, when I was a child, I was skinny, and I loved to run blindly in front of the longan tree in front of my grandmother's house.

I was scared in my heart, fortunately there were not many bad people who abducted children at that time, otherwise I would still be me.

In the photo, I'm round, with my eyes shining, sitting on a granite staircase, and I don't understand anything. This is my first, the earliest recorded independent photograph.

Haha, at that time, I was running under the longan tree, barefoot, and I heard that I stepped on the black pressed and hot charcoal.

Tsk, it hurts to think about it. Of course, I don't even remember.

The album continues to flip, tsk, it's a full boy. It is also a striped style outfit.

It was the first time that Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Mommy, Daddy, Mommy, Daddy In the hotel, I was in the mosquito net, reaching for the gap between the two ends and poking my head out. The smile was sweet. I couldn't find my eyes when I was smiling.

Oops, it was almost ten years old, and from that time, my eyes became more and more like the small-eyed father. And with three eyelids, European and American deep contours, the appearance of a beautiful mother is gradually moving away T-T.

At that time, I didn't have much awareness of the outside world, and what happened should be impressive now, but I can only listen to stories through photos and oral descriptions of my elders, and I have lost even the slightest impression.

As for the beginning, what I still remember is the situation of being criticized and scolding in pain.

When he was a boy, he didn't eat vegetables and was a picky eater. As a result, he was directly caught by Ah Dad into the room, closed the door, and was beaten.

At my mother's workplace, I didn't eat anything, but I still begged for a beating. That time I was so scared that I peed my pants.

The most skinny time, my mother was chasing me, and when she heard that I was a scud, she slipped away in a fright.

The mother who used to be the No.1 in college sports couldn't catch up behind me.

Later, I also felt magical, no wonder the Olympic medals, amazing athletes, are young and famous.

When all of us are still very young, we must have infinite potential, and then slowly, we hit more walls, like fleas that are limited by glass lids. Even if the lid is removed one day, it will never be able to jump out of the dream height again.

But it's also very bitter, because I was a picky eater when I was a child, so my health is very bad and I often get sick.

Pneumonia at every turn, cold, cough and the like.

Hanging bottles, hanging bottles, fortunately, my grandmother's family has a few good relatives, and I know the boss with medical knowledge, and every time I hang the tag, I am directly looking for acquaintances. That's a handsome doctor who doesn't smile, is tall, and isn't fat at all.

I don't know if it's a relative on my level.,The race on my mother's side always has three-dimensional and successful facial features.。 There are no cases of failure.

In such a bloodline gene, there are always beautiful and big eyes.

In a period of time when I became more and more aware of the world, I felt that my grandmother didn't like me, because my eyes were very similar to my father's, and sometimes their eyes were not pleasing enough.

During that childhood, my mother was a beautiful woman who loved to laugh, she didn't intrigue, and she loved to go back to her parents' home.

When I got to my grandmother's house at work, I had to cross a hill. Fortunately, in this era, in addition to the winding roads on the mountains, there are also detour roads under the mountains.

From the bottom of the mountain, you can pass through a small and lively city, which is not only full of high-rise buildings, but also a spacious orange river. We call the name of the place there Meihe.

The minibus, which is slightly larger than the van, swayed all the way to the small town of Meihe. Every time, I had to change trains at the transit station to get to my grandmother's house.

At that time, my mother's big hands always held me tightly. My little head always looked at the surprisingly tall building in my eyes at that time.

And I, my favorite hamburger in KFC. I especially love the big piece of meat in the middle, and there are two layers of fragrant cream.

Although now I think of hamburgers and avoid them. However, the feeling of love at that time is still fresh in my memory.

When I was already a third of the way through my life, I kept thinking about the time when my mother helped me buy a dress in the small town of Meihe.

In the era when prices were not high, a good little girl's dress cost a tenth of the little clerk's salary, but my mother was a stupid woman, and she didn't care about money at all when she saw me dressed beautifully.

But she will never forget to cut prices, and she will always play tricks.

I've always had a soft spot for my mother's stories when she was a child, and once she said that when she was a child, she helped sell peanut oil for the family because her grandfather's family owned an oil refinery. Mom always thinks about the lack of catties on the scale, but the buyer is very shrewd, and always wants to come over to see.

The dress I bought in Meihe Town was the most beautiful dress I ever wore, and it was also a testimony to my mother's taste.

Sometimes looking at the photos, the little girl in it is shy and introverted, with neat and dexterous pigtails and a clean and smart melon seed face. Because I have practiced dance, the natural physical display.

Of course, the most brilliant thing is the dress. A white pure top, the neckline is also a quiet white flower, and the bottom is a plaid black and gray sundress, and hazel skirts and socks with small black leather shoes.

At that moment, I was no longer a tomboy, but a beautiful little girl with long braids.

You can never get too much glimpse of yourself as you grew up when you were a child, because even when you are a child, changes can sometimes be sudden and unexpected.

In the first stage of the boy's self, his father and colleagues in the unit were very good, everyone was new, they had just started a family, and there were a group of children of the same age who could grow up together. When I was a boy, I used to run out all the time, and the adults would joke with me and say that I was a kid.

I said I'm not! The adults laughed and said to me, look at the shirt and pants you are wearing, the chain on the pants is not worn by a little boy! I stood with my head sideways.

Later, I grew long hair, but I was so shy that I never liked to go out of the house again, and when I met people and acquaintances, I hid behind my mother and stood shyly.