The stories I want to tell start from the moment I was born, and before I start telling all the stories, I will tell you a little bit about the background of my birth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I was born in 1990. I don't know what the social background was that year. But when I grew up and learned something, I learned that there was a big event in China the year before I was born, and I believe that my friends who are older than me know about it.

In a ravine surrounded by mountains, before dawn, a baby's cry made the originally silent night a little noisy, and Yu cried Yu Lie. The adults cheered under the cold starry sky and rejoiced in the birth of the first baby boy in the family. Everyone took turns to examine this strange little creature, and since he cried, he has gone into a dormant state, and the adults can't see any expression on his face, he just breathes slowly. That baby boy is me.

My birth added to the joy of the whole family, and I naturally became the eldest grandson of my grandfather and the eldest son of my father. In that family, which was not wealthy, but had a thriving population, I enjoyed special treatment that my younger siblings did not enjoy. As for what kind of situation the family had at that time, I still haven't asked in detail, I heard that the family was quite large at that time, there was a serious shortage of food, and sometimes even multigrain flour buns were not eaten, although embarrassed, but naturally they would not treat me badly, I was the heart and soul of the family, who treated me badly, who had to accept the training of my grandparents.

Later, I often listened to my grandmother and mother talk about what I looked like when I was a child, one word: Lie!

It is said that from the moment I was born, I developed a temper that stinks and can't be smelled anymore. I listened to the adult's description and felt that the boy was too arrogant, lying on the hot kang and doing whatever he wanted, leaving him to fiddle with himself.

At that time, it should have been late autumn. Presumably, the surrounding mountains have become barren and no longer have any life. There are falling leaves everywhere, and overall, it's a poetic season. If the old man in the village passed by my house and saw his grandfather standing under the wall, he would definitely stop, put his farm tools on the ground, and learn from his grandfather about the little boy's appearance. It is conceivable that when grandpa told others about this, he must have been beaming and smiling as happily as a twist.

Immediately afterwards, the uncles, aunts, and aunts in the village came from all over the world with eggs to visit their mother, who had just given birth. These friendships are all the credit of grandma, and they have been exchanged for their enthusiasm all their lives. I became a living work, and everyone took turns touching my head and holding me from side to side. It wasn't until I started crying in anger that they put me in my mother's arms.

mentioned earlier that there were many people in the family, when my father and the second eldest were still living in the same courtyard, and the third aunt was not married. Probably the composition of the staff is grandparents, second uncles and second mothers, fathers and mothers, and third aunts. That scene must have been particularly hilarious, the story of a group of adults and a child.

Of course, it is said that there were constant conflicts in the family at that time, the most important of which was the war between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, forming the trend of the Three Kingdoms, and sometimes they quarreled in the middle of the night. I may lie in the hot kang and listen to the sound of the adults arguing one by one, at most just blinking my eyes, and then looking at the roof in a daze, all the rhythm that has nothing to do with me.

As I grew up, I gradually developed my own story.