At the moment when someone took off his pants, Zhou Cunguang showed a frightened expression, he grabbed his pants tightly, but how could he resist the strength of the retired agent's hands?

When he was a child, he was taken off like this.

I remember when he was nine years old, he was the shortest one in the same village and the same age, and his parents felt strange at that time.

Thinking about it again, it is estimated that the boy grows slowly, and he may grow up when he reaches seventeen or eighteen.

The literacy rate of Yangjiacha Village in the depths of the mountains is very low, but there are a lot of fairy and ghost stories, playing small, Yang Shou listened to his grandmother put those heavenly gods and ghosts to sleep, this is a very warm fragment in his memory, although the family is poor, but he also smashed the pot and sold iron to let him go out to study, and he had to walk three hours on the mountain road to get to the village school, at first, Yang Shou was unable to persevere.

He is a mountain baby, he can't see the way that knowledge changes his fate, he just feels that he has to get up at three or four o'clock in the morning to go to study, which is boring, but as the friends around him get taller and taller, his height seems to be frozen, and he doesn't move at all.

The rumors in the village came, and the stories of those fairies and ghosts also came, but this time he was in the ghost stories told by the old people shaking their fans.

"You say, there are no short people in his ancestors, why is this Yang Yan so short?"

"He's not ordinarily short, he hasn't grown since he was five or six years old! He wore clothes when he was five years old, and now he fits tightly! I'm afraid this Yang Yan is not a freak. ”

"Yang Yan must be a monster, didn't Grandma Yang say that dwarf monsters, sea monsters in the sea water don't grow tall!"

"This must be a monster, we have never had this kind of short man in Yangjia Village, and there is no one on the ancestors, and suddenly there is one, what is it that is not a monster?"

If your surname is Li, you will be called Li Tong, and if you are surnamed Wu, you will be called Wu Yan. If the Li family has three children, it is Li Yitong, Li Ertong, or take some individual nickname, and add the word '砣' after it.

Bang, this ancient title is passed down from generation to generation, the meaning is very simple: I hope that the boy will grow as strong as the scale,

It's a pity that when I got to Yang Xu, he looked as small as a scale.

The small mountain village is so big, and those idle women gather together and start to discuss their own children, as long as they discuss their own children, they will definitely discuss Yang Xu. The rumors that say he is a monster get heavier and heavier as the years go by. At first, the simple villagers did not reject Yang Xu, after all, he was still a child, and he was distressed. But as I got older, I began to worry about whether this dwarf disease would be contagious.

Between kindness and their children, women did not hesitate to choose to protect their children.

"Don't play with him, he's weird, he's weird. ”

"Yang Yan is sick, God punishes their family, do evil, you remember, don't use his melon scoop to drink water, infected. ”

Gradually, Yang Xiong was lonely and playing alone, walking alone, even on the way to school, he was alone, the mountains at three or four o'clock were cold and terrible, and the short Yang Yang was carrying a schoolbag but never arrived late and left early.

Because Mr. 'Four Eyes' with thick glasses in the school told him: If you study hard, as long as you are admitted to the county No. 1 middle school, you can go to university, and when you go to college, you can choose to be a doctor and you can cure your own diseases!

"Yang Yan is the first place again!"

"I heard that it is a double hundred points, from the first grade to the third grade of primary school, it is a double percentage, I'm afraid that we are going to have a champion in Yangjia Village?"

"It's really strange, you say, do you have this strange disease, but you are more spiritual?"

The village began to talk again, this time they began to be skeptical of their ghosts, at this time, Yang Kuo's father caught this point, and discussed with Grandma, Yang Grandma began to shake the pu fan, under the big osmanthus tree in the village, telling ghost stories, this time, Yang Ugly is still included.

"I heard Grandma Yang say that Guanyin Bodhisattva gave her a dream yesterday, saying that Yang Tong was the tea boy next to Guanyin Bodhisattva. ”

"It's really fake? It can't be, Guanyin Bodhisattva's side, isn't that a god descending to earth?"

"Which one is the immortal, it's not the immortal, it's the immortal body, bless our Yangjia Village tea harvest!"

"I don't believe it. ”

"You don't believe it, you see that Yang Yan can read a lot, double 100% every year!"

The direction of the wind in the village has changed, which alley Yang Hao passed by before, and the children in which alley had to laugh at him, but now he doesn't dare to laugh, and there will be a few flattering people who come up and give him a sour jujube picked in the mountains and a sweet potato dug in the field.

"Dad, will I grow up any longer?" Yang Hao asked his father.

The father picked up a gourd scoop and poured a scoop of hot water on his head, got some soap and rubbed it on his body, there was not much foam, but it was very clean. Yang Hao will always remember this winter day, it is not the first time he has asked his father this question, but it is the first time that his father has answered positively.

He was 13 years old.

He understood that the reason why his father said that he was the tea boy of Guanyin Bodhisattva when he was in the third grade of primary school was for his good, for the sake of others not to discriminate against him, not to exclude him, and even to worship him and offer to him. He knew in his heart, so he studied harder and harder, and the eternal double hundred made the villagers believe in this story more, and at the same time, he always maintained the form of a child and the tone of his speech, because since it was a tea boy, it must be a child.

Gradually, the village even asked him to sit on the red cloth of the tea god when he sacrificed to the god of tea every year, which was admired by everyone in Yangjia Tea Village. Don't say that the child doesn't dare to bully him, even a person in his seventies and eighties, and when he sees him, he will politely call him a tea boy.

Before, he asked his father, "Will I grow up any longer?" The father did not answer, but only said to study hard, remember, keep the posture of a child to walk, eat, talk, and do not show off.

But on the day he was 13 years old, his father came back from the county seat, and he heard that an expert came to the provincial capital on this day, and his father set off yesterday to ask him about the disease at the county hospital.

"Dad, will I grow any longer?" Yang Hao thought that the scoop of water poured on him was too loud, but his father didn't hear it, so he raised his voice and asked again.

The father still didn't speak, just poured a scoop of water on him, and looked down at his son, who had a dark face and was covered in muscles because he had been cutting bamboo in the mountains for a long time, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

He squatted down and looked at Yang Xu.

This was the first time Yang Hao saw his father crying, and tears flowed out of his eyes so slowly.

"I can't grow up, can I?" Yang Hao lowered his eyes and understood in his heart.

"I'm sorry for you, cub. The father stood up, scooped a scoop of water and poured it on him: "In this life, people can't be perfect, what the old man said makes sense, life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten, it is bitter." If you can live, don't think about anything else. ”

In an understatement, Yang Shao's regrets in this life are exhausted.

During the bath, Yang Hao did not cry, and his father only shed two lines of tears, and then silently threw his clothes to him and walked out.

Late at night, Yang Hao heard the crying sound from his parents' room, his mother whined, his father forbeared, he opened the window, this mountain is bamboo, as if it is a sea, you can't see the bamboo on the edge, the cry is drowned in this bamboo forest, trembling.

He also shed tears.

The next morning, his parents got up early as usual, and his father glanced at him, and did not say much, nor did he say anything of relief or encouragement, let alone that he had cried all night for this lone seedling last night, and took up his machete and walked into the mountains. His mother still served him noodles, and unlike usual, she gave him an extra egg, and then walked into the room to pick up the basket and walked towards the tea mountain, and the busy day began again.

Grandma is old, shaking the pu fan, quietly looking at the other side of the mountain, the day is still early, only four o'clock, the sky full of stars and endless bamboo forest, extremely beautiful.

"Mommy, I went to school. Yang Hao didn't say anything, and picked up his schoolbag as always.

A busy day began again, the life of the Yang family did not go to bed late, got up early to save some money, and worked steadily for a lifetime, and their ancestors have been like this for generations, and they have never done any evil. To say good deeds, the mother also brought back three puppies on the road and rescued them.

But it seems that the bodhisattva can't see this.

"Well, go ahead. Grandma held the Buddha beads in her hand, shaking the Bodhisattva, it was not hot this day, but she was used to shaking, as if she was used to getting up at this time of the day to chant the scriptures, looking at her grandson's life, the corners of her grandmother's eyes were moist, she stood up tremblingly, and beckoned to Yang Hao.

"It's good to be alive, and one more day of life is earned. ”

Yang Gou will always remember what Grandma said, because she died on this day, others say that she accidentally fell down the mountain and died, but Yang Ugly felt strange, Grandma never went to the mountain behind, why did she suddenly go there?

With Grandma's words, Yang Yan boiled up.

It's really boiling.

His grades were excellent, and he studied all the way to the county No. 1 middle school, where he was always a good name in the class. The teachers are very good, and most of the students are very good, but most of them are very good, not all of them are good. Some of the bad thugs had fun blocking him in the playground and taking off his pants and laughing at him.

Yang Hao didn't dare to tell the teacher, even if it was his first place, he didn't dare to say it.

Because the group said that if they told the teacher, they would poke Lou out of the house, 'The dwarf's chicken is like a child'.

It's really going to be hard, living one more day is staying up one day at a time, but Yang Hao is hopeful, because his gentleman in the mountain village said that as long as he is admitted to a good university and studies medicine, he can cure his illness.

So he endured.

A man who let people take off their pants and still endure it, let people drag them to the playground every once in a while and take off their pants and laugh at them, he endures it. I always feel that there is hope, there must be hope, and this disease can be cured.

Later, Yang Hao found a document, which said that many of the dwarf's raw II breeding II organs were normal, and only a few would be deformed, and he searched through all the information, but he did not find anything similar to him, not deformed, but completely undeveloped, as if time was stuck at the age of six.

He couldn't find it.

Children of the same age all changed their voices, but he didn't.

Children of the same age all have beards, and neither does he.

Children of the same age pee farther than anyone, he does not dare.

A child of the same age whistles towards the school flower, he doesn't deserve it.

A man can be short, he can be a dwarf, how can this thing not develop? So what is the meaning of reading? What is the purpose? Yang Hao couldn't find a direction, looking back on his 18 years, he studied so hard, he really worked hard, he slept about three hours a day, and took the first place in all subjects, especially English.

I always feel that if you learn English well, you can go abroad, and maybe if you go abroad, you can find a way to cure yourself?

It's useless, when Yang Hao turned eighteen years old and had to take the college entrance examination, he was disheartened, even if medicine was developed, he had passed the development period, and everything was just useless.

Dropping out of school and going home without hesitation, the thing that made him even more painful back then was that his parents were gone, and he was alone, so Yang Hao stayed in Yangjiacha Village, where there were villagers who admired him as a boy, and did not take off his pants and humiliate his wicked people.

Just live, live day by day, live here.

For the rest of your life, don't let people see you, don't.

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As soon as the pants were taken off, the panic on Yang Hao's face disappeared, although there were still tears, but he laughed slightly in his heart, he raised his eyes and looked at the retired agent who took off his pants at the head, white skin, thick eyebrows, and a mole on his ear, he remembered.

"It's a doll. ”

"A false alarm, it's indeed a doll. ”

The crowd laughed.

The crisis is over.