I am an orphan.

Lonely lonely, my name is Tian Lonely.

The officials should not laugh, there is indeed this surname: the surname Tian is one of the many surnames in China, and according to legend, it is the descendant of the Yellow Emperor. Although the surname Tian is extremely ancient and widely distributed, it is extremely rare and belongs to one of the rare surnames.

At present, it is mainly distributed in Weihui, Tangyin and Gongxian counties in Henan. Shangyu and Yuyao in Zhejiang, Shunde in Guangdong, Zhongjiang in Sichuan, Huainan in Anhui, Kaohsiung in Taiwan, Le (Lao) Pavilion and Xianghe in Hebei, Ningdu in Jiangxi and other places.

The reading of the surname "Tian" began in the Ming Dynasty, and before the Ming Dynasty, most people with the surname Tian called themselves surnamed "Tian", which was just a homonym.

If you call yourself by your surname Tian, you will be sent directly to the Yamen Police Station, and if you are not careful, you will be imprisoned.

Then again, I'm an orphan, but why do I know my last name?

That's because I have a celestial character on the top of my head......

In 1983, in Chenzhou, Jiangnan, on an old street against Yuanshui (to be precise, in a toilet that was about to collapse):

"Daughter-in-law, there's a baby in this toilet!"

“...... You're a liar!

"It's really dripping, it's really dripping, I'm dropping the Bodhisattva of the Heavenly Father! There are words on the top of this baby's head!!"

“...... You're !! mother."

"Wow--- ah---ah---ah!!" Xu I understood the woman's scolding words, and I cried violently.

The woman was so frightened that she barely sat on the ground.

Moments later, her man walked out of the toilet with a bare-bottomed, less than two-month-old baby in his arms.

I'm who I am, a different toilet...... Ahh

This couple is my second parent.

As for the first term, I really can't remember it......

When my second parents came home and bathed me, they noticed a word on the top of their heads, and they immediately approached their neighbors and asked what it was. However, in the words "one" and "big" in the sky above my head, the word "one" and "big" are not connected, so the word "big" is called "big" in the mouth...... It was a big deal for my second parents who wanted to name me.

Later, my father made a decision, and it was called "one big". Their real surname is Chen, and their full name is Chen Yida.

Actually, I am quite grateful to him, not only rescued me from the toilet, but also gave me a name that is not too ugly.

Unfortunately, he only took care of me for five years before he died.

After my father died, my mother immediately remarried, leaving me two old wooden houses.

Once again, I was orphaned.

The third parent didn't come for a long time, and I just went on in the old house.

Sometimes, the neighbors took pity on me, and every Monday, 3, 5, and this family sent some food, and the 246 family served some porridge, so that I didn't starve to death.

But more often than not, I'm starving......

In 1990, I was eight years old, and I was much more sensible, and many things that I didn't understand before also had some vague clues.

That summer, I stole a piece of glass and nailed it to the wall of the hall, cut my hair naked, and looked in the mirror to find that the character on my head was Tianzi, so I silently said in my heart: My surname is Tian, not Chen.

But in front of acquaintances, I still think of myself as Chen Yida, but in my heart.... But it's beautiful. God, what a descendant of this person! For this, I was proud for a long time.

But a strange thing happened later, which made me have more intuitive and confused doubts about my identity and life experience.

In the winter of 90, my old wooden house was recycled by the production team at that time, because all the houses of each family were built by the production team.

So I was kicked out and moved to the brigade's sundries warehouse.

In fact, the warehouse should be called a tool room. The labor tools of a warehouse, such as ploughs, harrows, hoes, maozi, and rakes, are piled up in a mess and half of the warehouse, and only a bamboo bed is placed near the back window.

I grew up in the streets, my joy and anger are all by heart, I have never been to school, and my mouth is not sweet......

I didn't even have a quilt left......

One day, in the middle of the night, I felt the urge to urinate, and I groped out of the warehouse.

This warehouse is surrounded by an open space, where the usual agricultural materials are dried, dried, turned and beaten, so I plan to pee at the door of the warehouse so as not to be discovered by the Gong team.

As soon as I opened the warehouse door, I was shaken by a gust of night wind.

In ancient times, it was said: Do not let the wind blow to warm your body.

That's right, this night breeze is cool and soaking, and it's winter again, so the urine in the crotch of my pants is almost not suffocated.

I quickly looked around, picked a good place, pulled out my pants, pulled out my weapon, and swayed in all directions. It was then that a gray mist-like thing fell overhead.

Where do I know, it's still comfortable to sway the turbidity.

It was only when the fog was about to come that I felt a little.

I looked around, and my heart was cold, and I said, "Oh no! Is it haunted?"

The fog condensed, and a few drops of fog fell on my head, and I looked up tremblingly, and immediately noticed the gray mist condensing over my head, and I instinctively put away my weapon and wanted to run back to the warehouse.

As soon as I lifted my feet, the gray mist turned into a tiger-shaped white gas and hit the top of my head, I only felt the cool air on the top of my head, my limbs were numb, and I couldn't even turn the thoughts in my head to lift them, only flashed: I'm going to die!, and then I threw myself on the ground heavily.

There is a cloud in Jin Gehong's "Hug Puzi Zhili": "If you receive the evil spirit, you will be carved in the frost, and if you value the yang and the harmony, you will be depressed and beautiful."

Ancient people believed that the living environment was inseparable from qi, and only with qi could there be life. As the saying goes, people fight for a breath, and Buddha fights for a furnace of incense.

It is by this breath that man survives.

The flow of qi will inevitably produce an aura, and the solution is as follows:

The bank is resolved by Pixiu, the government is resolved by lions, the Taoist temple is resolved by the sword, the wine shop, wine cellar, and the winemaking industry are resolved by gourd, the family is resolved by feather stones, and the business is resolved by the eight-foot divine mirror.

According to "Hug Puzi", the evil spirit, the big murderer is also.

But that night in my consciousness, it wasn't like that.

At that time, I fell to the ground, but my consciousness did not dissipate, but a stream of cool gas surged from the top of my head downward, my limbs were numb, and even my fingers could not move my whole body.

Only consciousness exists in a mystical and mysterious way, but it cannot form a complete mind or thought...... Eight-year-old me was horrified.

I don't know how long time passed, but in my vague consciousness, I slowly accumulated my thoughts, and finally came up with a complete idea: What is this?

Tiger? I remember the fog turning into a white tiger running towards me.

Could it be a tiger ghost?

I didn't go to school, but when I played with my peers, I was influenced by a little bit of knowledge, knowing the universe, spring, summer, autumn and winter, and knowing that elves and ghosts are absurd.

But the scene just now reminded me of an explanation from the soul - ghosts!

I still couldn't move my limbs, but my consciousness had gradually come to a clear, and the cool air enveloped my consciousness, and my body was completely unconscious, only cold, and a little tingling.

Sting?

I tried to feel it, and the tingling pain was like a slender needle piercing into my consciousness, tearing open the thought of wanting to see its whole picture, and the unstoppable momentum hit my consciousness, and after a sway, a feeling of vomiting that something could not be vomited, it gradually calmed down.

In my body and experience when I was only eight years old, the pain of not being able to move my body and constantly invading my consciousness was simply unbearable, and I hated to die just like that, even fainting was a luxury.

Fortunately, after that tingling, I am still slowly recovering.

In about ten minutes, the body was completely restored, and the consciousness was extraordinarily clear.

I slowly got up, my eyes gradually fixed on my right hand.

My right arm is thin and weak, and my skin is slightly yellow and black, which is completely a sign of malnutrition.

But that's not the point of my observation, the point is that the palm of my left hand actually bulged:

The white skin is like a steamed steamed bun slowly arching, and the arched part is white with some green silk, and the cyan is getting heavier and heavier.

I freaked out, thinking that the tiger must have gotten into my hands, and now it was going to start sucking my flesh.

When I think about it, I feel sad.

The orphan is already very pitiful, and now he has no house to live in, and he was actually caught by a ghost in the middle of the night, and he was sucked up of flesh and blood to death, which is really life and death!

God seemed to hear the MMP shouting in my heart, and the green bag finally stopped agitating, but gradually dissipated.

I gasped for breath and stared carefully through the darkness of the night, and finally made sure that the green bag was completely gone, so I walked into the warehouse and climbed into bed.

I don't know how long it took to lie on the ground just now, my body was cold and numb, and I was scared away by the tiger ghost half of my soul, and now I was tired and tired, and I fell asleep soon after falling on the bed.

The next day, I was woken up. After Captain Gong entered the warehouse, he kicked over the bamboo bed, and I woke up.

On the third day, Captain Gong warned me with a gloomy face that if I slept like this until noon and didn't get up to work, then I would have to get out.

The town is divided into several production teams according to the region, a bit similar to the current neighborhood committee community, a production team will probably have a scale ranging from dozens to hundreds of households, and is responsible for distributing all the labor and farm work in the area.

Around the 80s, our country has slowly banned this primitive labor model of sharing land, working together, and eating together.

Perhaps because Chenzhou is located in the hinterland of Xiangxi, it is poor and far away, and this production team model did not gradually disappear in the local area until 92 years.

In any case, the production team is like a neighborhood committee, which will gather the big guys together at a fixed time and place, or have a meeting, or work, or sit and talk nonsense at nothing.

But I'm a little different, and after Captain Gong taught me a lesson, I understood.

At that time, nothing could be enjoyed in vain, and the civil affairs department at that time did not even have the word for a rescue station.

All matters related to people's life and work are decided by the collective meeting of the production team. And this situation is quite embarrassing for people like me, who are neither locals nor local relatives.

Drive me away, so I can say that I have lived in this Yuanjiang Old Street for five years, leave me, and there is no one to take care of and educate me.

Later, Captain Gong thought of a way to let me learn carpentry from an old man in the production team, and I would learn from the old man during the day, manage the food, and only allow me to go back to the warehouse to sleep at night.

But I refused, because I knew that the old man that Captain Gong was talking about was not a good person, but a human trafficker.

......

I don't just know about this, half of our production team knows about it, it's just that Captain Gong's obscenity didn't say it explicitly.

Captain Gong was very angry and thought that I was a very rebellious child, so he planned to send me to the correctional center the next day.

I know the correctional center, it is a place where many second-rate people will inevitably go to fight, and if I go in, I will lack arms and legs.

So in the end, I was taken away by the old trafficker, and the night he dragged me home, something happened.

It is a very peculiar phenomenon that the old people lived alone, because at that time, most of the people who lived in the city were people with slightly better conditions, and the poor would stay away from this circle because of low self-esteem, and form their own small circles, so that the big guys would live about the same, and they would not cause their own unhappiness because of class.

As I said earlier, most of the people who live in the city are people with good conditions, so it will not be too difficult to find a daughter-in-law to have a child, but the old man traffickers are a bit strange.

He was a man of craftsmanship, a carpenter, a planer.

This was a big craft at the time, and the big girls were eager to find such a family, as long as they were willing to work and not be lazy, they would never go hungry, and they would even have money to spare.

I entered the old man's house with such questions.

The old man looked to be almost fifty or sixty years old, a little hunched when he walked, and his eyes never looked at others, and even if someone talked to him, he would only listen quietly with his head down and his eyelids, and only hum and say a word or two when he couldn't hide.

Captain Gong and the others felt that this old man should be too honest, and he was a little afraid of people, and he had carpentry skills, so they always looked up to him.

Just said that he was a human trafficker, and that was argued:

said that a few years ago, a group of beggars came to the surrounding towns, begging for food along the street, and it was his turn to come to his house, and a few little beggars went in and never came out......

He also said that one year, the old man went to the countryside to do work and brought back two little boys, four or five years old.

But two days later, it disappeared again, Captain Gong and others asked the old man trafficker what was going on, and the old man said vaguely that it was a relative's child who came to play for two days, and sent it back to Yunyun......

Some people also say that they often encounter old people and traffickers in the countryside, always carrying a rope with a few boys, and they don't say hello when they meet, and they stay away from afar......

In this way, everyone deduced that the old man should be a personal trafficker, abducting children everywhere and selling them, but no one had conclusive evidence to send them to the Public Security Bureau, so it was just circulated in the brigade.

The old trafficker who returned home seemed to have relaxed a lot, but he still kept his head down, hunched over, and his eyes down. He pointed to a wooden bench in the room, motioned for me to sit there, and then turned and went into the back room.

I was a little nervous, not only because I was afraid that he would sell me, but also because of the atmosphere at the time, you think about it, an eight-year-old child is like a rootless duckweed, he can't even decide where to stay at night, and he comes into contact with unfamiliar faces, not to mention love and pain.

About five minutes later, the old man came out, holding a black cloth in his hand, the old man's arm was bent and stiff, there must be something heavy in the black cloth.

"Little Bava, I know your name is Chen Yida."