Who am I?

Where is this?

What am I doing?

Did I forget...... What the?

Trist walked in a black mist, and he felt like he had forgotten a lot of things, and he felt like he remembered a lot of things.

"Please ask the next student to come up and introduce yourself"

"Teachers, students, hello everyone, my name is Xu Ziyou, Qingqing Zijin, the son of my heart, this name is to commemorate the feelings of my parents."

Following the childish voice that suddenly sounded in the mist, Trist spotted a transparent window. As if he was about to drown and suddenly found a straw, Trist greedily leaned on the eaves of the window, just to get close to that glimmer of light.

Through the window, in front of an ordinary elementary school classroom, in front of the podium, the energetic little boy, confidently raised his head, eyebrows fluttering and reciting the poems of his grandfather's enlightenment, "The mountains are edgeless, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder is shaking, the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are together, but dare to be with the king." The figures around him gradually blurred, and the flat-headed, black-haired, dark-eyed third-grade boy turned his head to look out the window, his eyes flashing with the color of the rising sun, and he believed that his life was not ordinary.

As if burned by the burning dream in his sight, Trist stumbled and fell to the ground. He struggled to his feet and stepped back.

Suddenly, there was a strange and familiar touch in his hand, and he looked down to see a wet and muddy grass, the darkness around him faded, Trist raised his head thoughtfully, and in the gray sky, the rain slowly dripped down.

In front of him was a low tomb, and the photo in front of the tombstone still showed a blurred face.

But Trist just knew that in the photo, it was an old man with a clear face and no anger and self-authority.

He knew the life of this old man, knew that this old man had gone to private school, climbed the train, persuaded the old capitalists to invest in running a school, served as the principal of a middle school, wore a high hat to parade, lived in a cowshed, was wronged, and was hired as the general manager of the cooperative as the most learned person in the brigade in his later years......

He knew that this old man loved to read the Three Kingdoms, liked "Tanka Xing", and had a daughter when he was old, so he named his baby daughter "Zijin" and his grandson "Ziyou".

Trist stood up in a daze, looked at the tombstone, and slowly adjusted his appearance.

Seemingly ignoring Trist's presence, a diminutive figure knelt in front of the tombstone.

"Grandpa...... Grandpa, I took the 47th place in the city, and I was admitted to the first middle school...... I, I told you, I said, I will definitely be able to get into the top 100 in the city, and I will definitely be able to be admitted to the first high school where you were the principal, hehe...... Hey...... Woowoo...... I'm not bragging! ”

Rain, a little salty, windy, lingering.

The teenager who had just finished high school grinned and tried to smile, but he had already burst into tears.

"You said that boys don't flick when they have tears, and boys cry when they cry, it's ugly."

The two teenagers who stood and knelt in unison.

Trist stretched out his hand, inexplicably trying to pat the shoulder of the kneeling boy in front of him, but his hand passed through the boy's body and caressed the tombstone.

The boy's figure faded and even disappeared.

Together, the boy's babbling words also dissipated in the rain.

"My parents quarreled very much, and my father wanted to change his household registration book and asked me to give him the surname Chen...... Mom disagrees...... When you were alive, Dad never mentioned why I had my last name with Mom and you......"

Thick clouds, drizzle, mounds, tombstones, meadows, faded like a picture scroll, and everything around me was nothing, leaving only a blank space.

In the void, Trist felt an inexplicable whirlwind.

Images that seemed to be deliberately suppressed in the depths of his mind poured out like overturned inkwells, dyeing black and gray around Trist's body.

"- Why didn't you do well in math this time? Lao Tzu bought you a counseling book for nothing? The man sitting at the desk roared with a bit of drunkenness.

"—But you've only bought physics tutorials this semester. And this time the test paper was difficult, the average score was only 77 points, and my 109 points was the second in the class. The standing boy replied calmly, slowly learning to hide his disappointment.

"- Do you think I don't have enough tutoring books? Think I don't have the money to let you go to cram school? Those who eat Lao Tzu use Lao Tzu, and they have learned to talk back? Say! Who did you learn to talk back to? The man's eyes were bloodshot, his once bookish face looked hideous and distorted, and the heavy dictionary flew out violently, knocking the young man's forehead with blood marks, followed by an overwhelming belt.

"Well done, it's your seed anyway, hurry up and kill it, it's best to die." A woman with a dead face appeared at the door, raised her chin, and looked at the pillow man who was once honest and simple, but now gradually became strange.

"It's a conversation with this woman, right? Isn't it! The man's face showed a sickly flush, "Admit it quickly, admit it and I won't fight!" Admit it, your Xu family is this kind of tutor, with no respect for the elders and no education! ”

"Chen Wei! What are you! It seems to have touched the woman's scales, and the woman can no longer maintain the arrogance that she is pampered with, "I didn't have my father to cultivate you and recruit you, you can have today, you wolf-hearted, ungrateful!" ”

"Cultivate? The old man would rather give the general manager to outsiders than to me! Speaking of this man, he was even more angry, and waved the belt twice on his biological son.

"Zhao Hong is my father's student, but he is more capable than you, what's wrong? I was so blind when I married you! ”

"What's the matter? Now that the policy has come down, the enterprise has been reformed, and the cooperatives of the brigade are all surnamed Zhao! His surname is Zhao who now drives a car and takes the big brother, and he regrets it, right? , if he hadn't refused to join the Xu family, would you have chosen me? Bullying my family in the middle of the road! Now, you go and make him small! ”

"Good! Chen Wei! Do you want your species and your surname? The woman kicked her own flesh and blood, "Change! Just call Chen Bing! Coupled with Chen Hong, the old man who was kicked down on your village party secretary, the three of you just got together! Hum? Falling in the middle of the road? If you weren't afraid of being liquidated, your Chen family would have come to our house? "Women don't know why men who have always been honest and simple and subservient to themselves have become like this.

But there is one thing, they think the same, they both feel that the other party will care about their son very much, and hurting their son can make the other party feel distressed. Eventually, they found out that the other party didn't care about their son as much as they thought.

"How dare you insult my dad?" The man completely exploded, but the raised hand did not fall, gasping like a bellows, and the man broke down the door.

The boy on the ground slowly stood up, gently pushed away his mother's hand that wanted to wipe his forehead for him, and cleaned up the mess on the ground. Life has to go on, doesn't it? The boy did not look up at his mother's gaze all the time, and he felt that too much exploration would only be self-inflicted and meaningless.

Six months later, the man finally came home, but he came to pack his luggage, he still had the divorce agreement with him, and behind him was a plainly dressed woman, and a little boy of two or three years old, with eyebrows and eyes and a teenager, who were seven or eight points similar to the man.

The boy who put down his textbook wondered why he had such a mean idea, perhaps because his father had pointed to a double photo and introduced that this woman was his poor relative.

Generosity is giving more than one's ability to give, and self-esteem is receiving less than one's needs.

The mother quarreled until hysteria, and finally signed the divorce agreement.

The young man understood the reason, after all, his mother was looking for Uncle Zhao Hong, his grandfather's proud disciple not long ago, but was rejected by the well-dressed elegant businessman, and the young man remembered that Chairman Zhao looked at his mother with a vengeful pleasure in his eyes, and when he looked at himself, he couldn't suppress the hatred in his eyes.

'Why bother?' Really, ugly. The boy thought silently.

"It's ugly", Trist looked at the holographic shatters around him.

Not surprisingly, the surrounding images slowly faded. Trist knew that he was about to wake up from his long dream about his past life.

It's as if you've pressed the fast-forward button, and everything around you is speeding up.

The teenager and the mother said less and less, gradually reducing to "Okay, got it, thank you", and so on.

As the boy grows up, he will never dream back at midnight, and the pillow towel is moist.

When you don't care, you naturally don't feel pain.

Trist saw a lonely single-parent teenager who was admitted to college alone, worked alone, and died alone after two years of work.

One of the few regrets before his death is that the seventh season of "Hundred Sons of the Earth", which has just been updated, has not yet been chased.

The life of a teenager, contrary to childhood imagination, is simple and ordinary.

Memories fade like a tidal wave.

Memory is a way to get together, and forgetting is a way to be free.

The hearty laughter of Bob's father in this life was faintly heard in his ears, "Trist, twist, my child's name is Trist, he is destined to reverse bad luck and bring miracles!" ”