The scattered sound of firecrackers is a sign that the New Year is just around the corner. On a cold day, there are a lot of people on the street, bicycle flow wave after wave, people who buy firecrackers on both sides of the highway have set up shacks, the case is full of colorful firecrackers, and the cries of selling are undulating with each other, "those who come from the east and go to the west, look at our ones that don't make a sound," he said, holding a string of firecrackers and putting them up, after the crackling firecrackers, a group of people immediately rushed up to buy them. There were fewer people at the stalls on the side, so they hurriedly shouted loudly and set off firecrackers to attract customers.

Wang Tui looked at it and couldn't help but think of his childhood. I went to the market early in the morning without eating, and crowded into the crowd of people who bought firecrackers, just to grab a few whips that didn't go off, and the firecrackers were still ringing, and I was already holding my head with both hands and squeezing next to the whip maker and eager to try. As soon as it rang, children in tattered clothes like him rushed up to grab it. In order to grab a whip, he also fought hard, rolled on the ground, and got dirt all over his body.

Touching the scene, thinking, he stretched out his right hand to look, and the middle finger that couldn't be stretched out reminded of his memories. In order to grab a whip, he rushed up before the whip was finished. Unexpectedly, before he could be happy when he grabbed the whip in his hand, the whip rang in his hand, and a huge pain came, and the blood on his hands made him cry in pain, and everyone looked around him, and no one cared about him.

Finally, an old man with a bamboo basket on his back took off the scarf around his neck and hugged his hand, picked him up again and squeezed him out of the crowd. Before he could understand what was going on, the old man had already walked out of the bazaar, and he had walked so fast that it was like the blink of an eye, and he had come to a hut.

It was a cold day, but it was very warm in the hut. The place was very familiar, and he often came here when he was mowing the grass. This old man is also quite familiar, but he has never spoken to him.

He was a strange old man, who had lived for many years in the wilderness and by the woods. Nor do they associate with the villagers. The people in the village said that he was insane, and whoever saw him hid. The adoptive parents told him more than once that they should not go near him, he would eat the child.

Therefore, I have been afraid of him since I was a child, and I walked around even uphill. However, he was curious, and couldn't help but sneak up on his hut to take a peek, but he didn't find anything unusual. The strange old man turned a blind eye to him, what should he do. He has come more often, and he has become bolder, not to mention that he has an extra lot of grass here, and it is extremely thick, and he can cut a burden in a while.

Sometimes, when he was thirsty, he asked the old man for water. The old man looked at him, did not speak, but pointed to the water urn, and he would pick up the water ladle himself. After drinking the water, I wiped my mouth, glanced at him, and slowly walked out of the hut. He wondered what this old man was doing when he sat on a futon every day, with his eyes closed.

In the village, his friends told him to have children. At first, he didn't just want the child to be what was going on. When I went to school, I realized that I wanted a child to be a child who was going to come, and my father and mother were not pro.

He can feel this, his father and mother have no other children, he is the only one, he is not good to him, let alone close, and rarely talks to him. When he was five or six years old, he gave him a small basket to cut grass and dig vegetables to feed the pigs.

After a few years, it was even worse for him to have younger siblings, and often locked him out of the door and didn't let him go home, and his father still chased him. When he did not leave, they beat him and gave him nothing to eat.

He had no choice but to go to the strange old man. He was very well-behaved, helping the strange old man fetch water, cook, tidy up the house, and sweep the yard. The strange old man rarely talked to him, but he didn't give him food, and paid him tuition.

Sometimes when it was fine, he would learn to meditate with the strange old man, and there were many paintings on the wall in the strange old man's house, and the people on the paintings were meditating, and there were some words on the paintings, and by the time he was in the fifth grade, he knew most of them.

In the future, I will follow the strange old man.

The strange old man opened a lot of wasteland, only after school and on Sundays allowed him to help him work, on weekdays he watched his studies very closely, every day his homework was checked, a word could not be written, he pointed with his hand, he consciously wrote ten times. The optics textbook was not good, so the old man took some thread-bound books for him to read, let him memorize, and let him comprehend. He is also smart, a quick learner, and a deep learner.

The old man didn't say anything, a gesture, and he had to take a walk with him at night, saying that he was walking, and he ran faster than ordinary people. At first, he couldn't keep up, and he was often pulled down a long way, and after a few days he could barely keep up, but he was able to follow the rules of exhalation and inhalation during meditation, and he only felt that he was running lightly.

He didn't remember the strange old man saying a word to him, and every time they exchanged words, it was gestures and glances.

Sometimes, he thinks he's dumb.

When he reached junior high school, many children in the village did not go to school, but the old man insisted on him. After finishing junior high school and going to high school.

In the future, he treated the strange old man as his own father. Although his adoptive parents no longer rejected him, they even came to call him home several times and gave him money. But he didn't want to go back, and made the strange old man's place his home.

After graduating from high school, he went to college without any suspense. Just after he got the notice, the strange old man mysteriously disappeared.

It was after dinner, the two of them went for a walk again, but they didn't follow, and he didn't find him all night. When he got home, there were a lot of books and money on the kang. He knew that he could write, and he could write very well with a brush, but he didn't leave him a word.

He knew the books by heart, and he carefully wrapped them in paper, put them in a sheepskin bag, and carried them with him wherever he went. The wasteland, planted by the adoptive parents, and the three thatched huts, all became the adoptive parents'.

His adoptive parents also treated him much better than before, and most of the money spent on college was provided by them, but he didn't have much affection for them. Although he is not a person who holds grudges. However, the scene of not letting him into the house when he was a child is deeply imprinted in his mind.

The strange old man has been away from him for many years. But he felt that he must still be alive, and he even thought that the strange old man was a god, even though he was an atheist......

After thinking about it for a while, the crackling sound of firecrackers brought him back to his senses, and he hurried towards the bank.

He also wanted to know about his background. He had no impression of where he came from, and no one in the village could tell. The adoptive parents did not protect him, and told him that at that time, because he had no children for more than two years, he was very anxious and found a fortune teller, saying that he was raising a child Chong Chongxi. It didn't take long for someone to carry you to the door, and without even saying a few words, he left with half a bag of dried sweet potatoes on his back, and it was night, and he didn't see what she looked like, let alone where she was.

There were not many people in the bank, and soon, he withdrew 8,000 yuan. It was obtained from his own fold, and there were more than 3,000 left on the fold. He kicked the money and rushed home, but his mind did not calm down. Now, her adoptive parents are kind to him, and her younger siblings greet her with a smile. But I couldn't get close to them, and I didn't want to go back. Of course, he never talked about this with Liu Chang, but Liu Changguang complained that he was not close to his family. What can you say, can you kiss again? Over the years, I have only gone back once or twice a year, all in a hurry, and I will come back after a meal, and there are very few times to stay.

Back at home, Li Min came, helped Liu Chang cook in the kitchen, it didn't look like he was leaving, and when he saw Wang Tui, he smiled and said: "I brought you a good car, and that broken thing didn't match your identity when I drove it back, making people laugh." ”

"Just the new car at the door, I thought who was coming, it turned out that you drove it," Wang Tui said with a smile.

"Look at how thoughtful Li Min thinks about you," Liu Chang also said with a smile.

"But I can't use it, so I'd better use that old car. ”

"Are you afraid of gossip? That is, you, now, a section-level leader has a good car, not to mention that you are a dignified deputy mayor," Li Min said with a smile, putting the fried vegetables on the table.

"I'm the deputy mayor, in name only, when I have dinner, I'll change my car back, we won't be in the limelight." ”

"Look at you, Li Min is also kind-hearted, and then let the family change it back," Liu Chang persuaded.

"My sister-in-law said so, but you don't get the hang of it. ”

But no matter what, Wang Tui still changed back to the old Santana