At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Weiyang and his mother had lunch.

It was a special lunch.

On this day, Hu Huilan steamed seven eggs for Weiyang at once.

What does 'seven' mean?

He didn't know anything, he only knew that it was seven eggs, no, he didn't even have the concept of "seven" in his mind.

Thinking about it in Hu Huilan's thinking, the 'seven' here represents seven years old.

That's right, Weiyang is now seven years old.

It's July 28, 1996.

On this day of the year, Weiyang was already seven years old.

This year, there was a popular song called "One Cut Plum" among the adults in Weijia Village, and Hu Huilan, the mother of Weiyang, often hummed this song to hoe in the field.

She hummed when she walked, when she cooked, when she ate, almost everywhere she could.

This year, there is a popular song called "Childhood" among the children in Weijia Village, and the song is transmitted from the primary school in Lijia Village, and almost all primary school students can hum a sentence or two:

On a banyan tree by the pond

I know that I am screaming about summer

On a swing by the playground

Only butterflies stop on it

Teacher's chalk on the chalkboard

Still desperately chattering and writing

Waiting for the end of class

Waiting for the end of school

Waiting for the game of childhood

……

This year is the Year of the Rat.

This year, Hu Huilan's temperament is still so difficult.

She was more serious, and her strength was amazing, and ten cows could not pull her back.

This year, Weiyang was still so naïve, he didn't know anything about his birthday, and he didn't know the meaning of the birthday itself.

For this, Hu Huilan was almost heartbroken.

From the age of five, his mother began to teach him the simple concept of "birthday".

On the day when Weiyang was five years old, Hu Huilan steamed a fist-sized egg for him, indicating that this day was different. You know, eggs are very important to the Weiyang family.

Eggs are the source of all the material in the Weiyang family.

The firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea of the Weiyang family are all bought with the money from the sale of eggs.

An extra egg for them is equivalent to one less bottle of vinegar; Eating five more eggs is equivalent to eating one less packet of salt; Eating 20 more eggs is equivalent to eating one less pot of oil.

For the Weiyang family, they will not be good if they eat one less egg, and without that bottle of vinegar, life will be light; They wouldn't be fine if they ate five eggs less, and without that packet of salt, they wouldn't be able to live; Twenty eggs less, they wouldn't be good, but they just wanted that pot of oil.

……

Eggs represent a luxury in the Weiyang family. Eating eggs once is equivalent to beating the tooth sacrifice and eating meat once.

Weiyang's mother carefully put the egg into a bowl, deliberately called Weiyang to her side, and then pointed to the red-skinned egg, and said with a serious expression:

"Weiyang, let me tell you, you're five years old, you know?"

Weiyang glanced at his mother, and from her expression and movements, he understood that this egg was for him to eat.

Weiyang was about to reach out to grab it, but his mother slapped him violently.

"What are you anxious about? Any idea what this is for? ”

Wei Yang hurriedly withdrew his hand, glanced tentatively at his mother, and then laughed heavily.

Hu Huilan felt that Weiyang was 'hopeless' and was very angry, so she ran to the drawer and took out a paper and pen, wrote the number '5' in a big way, and then pointed to Weiyang hatefully.

Weiyang shook his head after seeing it, and then there was another hehe laugh.

"Weiyang, you little rabbit, what are you laughing at, you're five years old, you know? You melon baby......"

Seeing his mother's serious expression and her mouth open and closed like a damper, Weiyang guessed that she was reproaching him, so he turned his back, pursed his mouth, put away his smile, and ignored his mother anymore.

"You turn me around," Hu Huilan had a little tiger temper, and stretched out her hand to twist Weiyang over, "Look, look, what is this number on the paper?" ”

Miyang began to pout his mouth.

As long as the sheep's mouth is deflated, it will cry.

However, when he saw the egg in the bowl, he didn't want to cry for a moment.

At this time, he did not look at the number that his mother pointed to, not even the piece of paper, but only the egg in his eyes.

Seeing that Weiyang was silent, Hu Huilan muttered angrily, "You write, you write it for me like this now." ”

As he spoke, he forced the pen into Weiyang's little hand, and wanted to twist his ear, but he skillfully avoided it.

Weiyang obediently took the pen and held it in his hand. It is said that it is holding a pen, but in fact, it is full of hands.

Wei Yang was not in a hurry to write, although he had already read his mother's intentions. He deliberately looked at his mother with those innocent little eyes.

Hu Huilan knew that Weiyang wanted to be coquettish and favor her at this time, so she ignored him, but grabbed the pen and personally demonstrated to Weiyang, with a very serious and resolute attitude.

After Hu Huilan finished writing, she stuffed the pen into Weiyang's hand.

Wei Yangman held the pen and looked at the crooked '5' demonstrated by his mother on the paper, and didn't know how to put pen to paper for a while.

Hu Huilan saw that Weiyang was hesitating, so she compared it with her hand in front of Weiyang, trying to make Weiyang understand.

Weiyang quickly understood what his mother meant, so he held the pen and drew two random drawings like graffiti, and the strokes were crooked, not like anything.

When Hu Huilan saw it, her eyes were red with anger, and she slapped the back of Weiyang's head.

Weiyang was defenseless, and suddenly stumbled, almost falling from the pony pedal, and at the same time, he was also scared into a cold sweat.

Immediately after, he burst into tears in his loud voice.

When Hu Huilan saw that she was crying, she suddenly felt a sense of sympathy in her heart.

"Oops!" Hu Huilan comforted, "It's okay, it's okay, it's not good, it's not good, it's not good, it's not hurt, it's not ......."

When Hu Huilan comforted, she casually took the eggs in the bowl to Weiyang to eat.

Weiyang gulped 'ahh

"No interest, no interest, just like you Lao Tzu! Look at your baby's long life, who will feed you? ”

The sheep finally broke out.

He thought aggrievedly: Don't I just eat an egg, you pick and choose, you like this and that...... Am I so unpleasant?

In this way, Weiyang thought aggrievedly, threw the egg in his hand on the ground and smashed it to a pulp, and then ran to the yard angrily.

In the yard, he first knocked down all the upright farm tools that stood against the wall, row by row, to the ground, and then ran to stain the ground he had just cleaned, and kicked the pile of firewood that had been sorted out to the ground.

He also wanted to run into the house and overturn the quilt he had folded, but he didn't go when he knew that his mother would be in the house, but he was angry and ran to chase the chickens in the yard.

Hu Huilan ignored him in annoyance at this time, but just bent down slightly, carefully picking up the broken eggs on the ground one by one.

......

In this way, Weiyang's fifth birthday was over.

He still didn't know what it was all about.

On his sixth birthday, he spent it like that.

Finally, when he was seven years old, his mother steamed seven eggs for him as a birthday present.

On this day, Weiyang still didn't have the concept of birthday in his head, and he didn't even know the number '7'.

On this day, his mother wanted to tell Weiyang to count each egg by egg, and then, for each egg, she recorded the corresponding number, but she was already tired from the farm work in the field, so she didn't care about him anymore.

On this day, Weiyang was full of food, and lay on the kang next to his mother, and after a while, he fell asleep.