When Zhang Jinyang woke up, he already felt that something was wrong, he was weak, he couldn't see anything dim and unclear, and he felt as if it was at night? The ceiling was far away, and the windows were old-fashioned pine-framed rice-shaped frosted glass, how many years had he not seen this kind of glass? I remember when I was a child, I used it at home, but it was in the 80s? It was still in the countryside, and I haven't seen it since I moved to the county seat, and now is anyone using it? What is this wrapped around my body? Why can't I move? What is wrapping me so tightly? Thread blanket? I'll go, what old thing is this? How do I know it's a thread blanket when it's so dark? I don't see it, I'm so sleepy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The clear stream silently crossed the round pebbles, and the faint ripples reflected the sunlight speckled gold, playing on the face without any scruples, completely ignoring the two eyebrows on the face that were already tangled together and almost indistinguishable from you and me. Those eyes were faintly dull - they were not small, but the deep gloom and confusion in the eyes allowed the sunlight to bypass. Looking fixedly at his blurred face reflected in the stream, Zhang Jinyang sighed silently in his heart. He remembers this stream very clearly, it is called Xiaojiaoxi, it is a small tributary of the Xiangfu River, when he was a child, he often played in it, until he fell in the creek, choked on the water, and then branded the root of the disease, and never dared to go into the water again, until he came back, he still couldn't swim. The stream was shallow, but wide, and even if he was a three-year-old doll at the deepest point, it would only be up to his knees, and at the narrowest point, an adult would have to walk a dozen or so steps to cross. The clear stream water can't even hide the loaches, and there are no big fish, it is all kinds of springs, rainwater, and groundwater bubbling down in the mountains, meandering only eight or nine miles in the small shallow pond to meet other streams to form the Xiangfu River, one of the main tributaries of the Luohua River. The stream is not deep, but the current is very fast, the pebbles at the bottom of the stream are smooth and round, even the tenacious moss cannot stand, and the living creatures in the stream are about the occasional frogs, and if you want to find some filling, you can only go down to the small shallow pool.

The small shallow pond is deep at once, the radius is not more than half a mile, but there are more than a dozen small streams that merge into the Xiangfu River and go straight down to the southeast. The water of the pond is deep, I heard that there are five or six meters before, and there are no big fish, at most one or two catties of catfish has been a good luck that has not been seen for several years, but some people say that there is a toad with a thousand claws and a thousand eyes living at the bottom of the pool, and a few people have to be accepted into the water every year. For this legend Zhang Jinyang is scoffed, and later someone contracted a small shallow pool fish farming big compensation, invited hydrological experts to see, said that there are too many water sources of inflow, the underwater undercurrent is dense, for the fish to live in a bad environment, growth is not easy, for people is easy to be gathered and scattered, come and go impermanence but there is almost no gap in the undercurrent involved, so as to drown, is one of the most unsuitable for swimming water conditions. Carelessly allowing his thoughts to diverge and wander, Zhang Jinyang's eyes stared at the stream in front of him in a daze.

He's been in this state for days, ever since his mom picked him up by his name. His name is still Zhang Jinyang - of course, after all, his mother and father have not changed - but the 1981 on the calendar still makes him mind very much, and there is the fact that he only has a name when he is three years old, and he only wakes up with a name. I really mind, I nodded heavily at the stream, yes, yes, yes, very, very mind。。。。。。 Everything went back to my childhood, three years old, what a distant memory! Fifty years of time dissipated meaninglessly? My love, my child! Well---the child didn't, the Dink family is very good--so the relationship with my wife is better, isn't it!What should she do? I'm still away? Who picks her up from work? Who tells her to put on clothes when it's cold? Who crosses the street with her on a rainy day? Who brings her all-purpose hot water on the days when her relatives visit? Who accompanies her when she can't find anything? Who accompanies her... Cleaning our home?。。。 Our home... Will I ever see you again?What can I do without you?Can I still see you?I miss you so much, my dear, even though I see my mom and dad again...

Yes, I met my mom and dad again, and when they were younger, they were also energetic, and they quarreled over trivial things, which was their lifelong business - although they only saw each other twice or three times a year because of their work. Then, I also met my sister, who is now three years older than me, and still wears a double ponytail - the hairstyle of girls in this era is basically the same, except that the ponytail is a double ponytail - she raises the stalk in her hand, plays from the east of the village to the west of the village, and makes the boys of the same age jump, and next year she will be seven years old and will go to elementary school. Then, she was in the fourth grade of elementary school and I was in the first grade of elementary school, and we moved because of my parents' job transfer. But is there you in this world? after all, it has changed... Although it's still called Zhang Jinyang, that's not how the name came from, even the date of birth has changed, and now, in this world, there are really those. Zhang Jinyang looked at the bright and active sunlight in the stream, and remembered the morning when he just woke up a few days ago。。。。。

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"It's the name!" Xu Sanmao spit out a smoke ring and said categorically, "I know you are cultural people, I don't believe this! It's because of the name!" Xu Sanmao knocked the cigarette bag pot on the sole of her shoe, and solemnly put on a straight face: "This child will have a great future in the future! If you don't have a name, he won't come! I've seen it in the old man!" Zhang Jinyang looked at this old Longzhong's face in a daze, and the fragments buried in the depths of his memory gushed out, making him dizzy, Grandma Xu San?! How many years have you been gone, how can you dream of her? Who are you talking to? Glancing at the woman standing next to her, the haggard, familiar and unfamiliar face made his brain "buzz" a little gently, Mother! Mother who has been dead for 20 years! A young mother who is vague but familiar in her memory! Mother, have you come to see me in your dreams?

"Give the kid a bright tuba, go up to the account, and it will work!" Xu Sanmao's voice was sonorous and powerful, which smoothly shocked him to the bottom of his eyes and fell asleep again. I faintly heard the old lady's voice like a bell: "Let the child's father come back to register for the household registration! No, you can go by yourself! This child will have a great future in the future! Xiao Tang, your family is going to be developed!" The bright voice echoed back and forth in the small room, and the doors of the agitated cabinets clicked.

He fainted too early, and he didn't see "Xiao Tang"'s face change color all of a sudden, and he didn't hear Xu San's next words: "You also saw it, right? As soon as he talked about the name, the child woke up." Grandma Xu San slowly refilled the cigarette into the cigarette pouch pot, "Go, Xiao Tang, listen to me, I'll teach you a way to summon the soul again, Zhun Cheng!" I know that your family Zhang Honghua doesn't like this set, the method passed down by the ancestors is a ghost way, just use it, the child is three years old, right? Over the years, the two of you have spent a lot of money on treating your children, so be it this time, your family will be better in the future, pull my old woman, don't let my old woman who has no children fill in the barren ravine. ”

Grandma Xu San struck a match and smoked a cigarette while slowly walking outside the house, "Hurry up~, the child's birthday is coming, I'll go back first, you can be busy." Before the serious words fell, the person had already arrived outside the house, leaving only Tang Chuliu himself in the house and letting his face change back and forth.

What made Zhang Jinyang wake up again was a sound of "duh, duh", he felt that he was being held and sat on something, there was an iron spoon in front of him, and he knocked on the threshold under his feet again and again, and there was a voice in his ear muttering: "Zhang Jinyang, my child, come back...... Come on.. Zhang Jinyang, my son ....... Turning his head with difficulty, he was greeted by a red and emaciated face that was a little convulsed due to excitement, and his bloodshot eyes were full of surprise, which made Zhang Jinyang's eyes a little sour.

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