My name is Li Jiuyin, and I am currently a first-year student at the No. 1 Middle School in Sampan Chau City. The name Li Jiuyin was given to me by my parents, although it was a bit bland and a little weird, but I couldn't help it.

Both of my parents have the surname Lee, so I can't have someone else's last name. As for how they gave me such a weird name as "Nine Tones"? According to my parents, the first cry I had when I came out of my mother's womb was not only sonorous but also complex. I also said that my cry, I don't know whether it was frightening or happy, in short, as soon as I cried, several pregnant women in the delivery room, who were said to be too weak to give birth, actually gave birth to their babies one after another. The oxytocin on the bedside injection rack was about to be injected and was taken away by the nurse.

The nurse who delivered the baby told my mother that the baby's first cry was originally very simple, but your child's tone was very complicated.

My mother was lying on the bed, and it was difficult for her to even speak, but she still asked, "Is it okay for my child to have such a complicated voice?" ”

The nurse bathed me and comforted my mother with a smile and said, "Okay, what's not good?" In the future, singing and playing the piano will be great. ”

At that time, my father was standing in the corridor outside with a birth permit in his hand, staring blankly at the baby's name column on the birth permit. My father graduated with a master's degree in politics and read books for more than 20 years, but he didn't read any political books about how complex or simple infant tones affect babies when they grow up. He listened to the conversation between the nurse and my mother and thought to himself, how else could the child's voice be complicated? Is it one more than the 8 tones of "Dorami Shiver"? That's good, let's just name my son "Jiuyin".

In this way, my name was officially set as "Li Jiuyin".

When I was 4 years old, I moved with my parents from Guangzhou to Sampan Chau at the mouth of the Pearl River. As for why my parents moved to this place, I didn't ask as a child, but I think my parents must have done it because of their work or livelihood.

After moving to Sampan Chau City, I enrolled in the middle class of Sampan Chau No. 1 Kindergarten. The reform and opening up of Sampan Island City started early, and the economy is relatively developed. My parents also had a decent job. His father was the director of the Municipal Local Chronicle Office, and his mother worked at the Municipal Ancient Fort Management Office. Our family of three has no worries about food and clothing. According to my parents' design, after two years of study in the first kindergarten, I will be transferred to the first elementary school in the city, and after six years, I will be transferred to the first middle school in the city, and in another six years, I will go to study in other places. Most likely a music major.

Why is it so likely that I will major in music in college? My parents told me that because I did start by being able to speak, and anyone who heard me sing said I was very talented in music. Of course, in addition to my musical talent, I am also good in all other aspects, for example, when I was three years old, I was able to memorize 196 of the 300 Tang poems.

But one midnight when I was five years old, I had a dream that completely changed the course of life my parents had designed for me. It's been many years now, and I don't remember exactly what happened to that dream, but I still remember how I had that bizarre dream.

It was a weekend night in the beginning of the third lunar month, and our family of three lived in the blue sky and white cloud community at the time, and as usual on weekends, my mother would accompany me to bed after nine o'clock, telling me those fairy tales that I don't know how many times I had repeated, while gently patting my bulging little belly to coax me to fall asleep quickly, because tomorrow morning at half past eight, I will take me to a piano shop called "Crayon Xiaoxin" in the Central Plaza near our home to learn the piano.

After dinner, my father sat at the coffee table near the balcony with a small chair with a backrest, and was busy arranging his fishing tackle. After a busy week, my father usually indulged himself on Saturdays and Sundays, and went fishing with an uncle named Wei Xiaotang in the neighborhood. After my mother and I went to bed, my father turned off the TV, lubricated a water drop wheel and a drum wheel for tomorrow, and replaced the fishing wheel with a Japanese YGK strong horse fishing line that he had just bought. When he was done with all this, he washed up and changed into his pajamas, and tiptoed to bed in the dark, by which time I was snoring softly and evenly, and a slight smile bloomed on my flower-like face, and I was obviously asleep.

Since I was in kindergarten, my parents laid off the nanny and the family of three slept in a one-meter-eight bed in the master bedroom at night. I slept between my parents. If they were going to do that, they would have to wait until I had fallen asleep before the two of us quietly moved to another bedroom. After I fell asleep, I slept until dawn, and rarely woke up in between.

When the rooster crowed twice, after my mother woke up from her dream, she habitually reached out to tuck the quilt for me and check whether I wet the bed. Unexpectedly, her hand groped around where I had just slept, but she didn't touch my warm and soft body. She thought I might have rolled under the bed, so she gently rolled over and got out of bed to look around, but I was nowhere to be seen.

She listened intently, and the only sound in the bedroom was her father's thunderous snoring.

After my mother quickly turned on the bedside lamp, checked the bathroom, and looked around in the bedroom, but still I was gone, so she walked to my father, shook him awake from his dream, and said nervously: "Hurry up, my son is gone!" ”

The father woke up from the dream, rubbed his hands against his eyes, which were illuminated by the gouging light, and hummed, "Didn't you sleep just now?" Obviously he slept between the two of us, and now in the middle of the night, where can he run to a little kid? ”

When he said this, his father had come to his senses, and he quickly rolled over and got out of bed and ran to the bathroom to check. I didn't see me in the bathroom, he thought, too, my son is only five years old, he can go to the bathroom by himself during the day, but at night, especially in the middle of the night, where will he get up and go to the bathroom by himself, if he can do this, there will be no trouble with bedwetting.

When my father came back from the bathroom, he walked to the closet, opened the doors of several wardrobes in turn, and reached out and scratched around in the pile of hanging clothes.

"What to do? ......" the mother's voice was full of tears.

"What to do? I don't believe he can run anywhere!" The father knew in his heart that he was a manly man after all, and he was the head of the family, so he couldn't show the slightest panic at this time. He thought to himself, he lived in his own house, the gate had an anti-theft iron door, the anti-theft iron door came in and a two-layer wooden door, and several balconies were welded with anti-theft windows, and his son would definitely not run anywhere.

When he thought so, he walked to the bedroom door, reached out and unscrewed the door, and went straight through the hallway in the dark, towards the hall, and when he reached the hall, he was startled when he pulled the chandelier switch on the wall, and the door was open.

"Ahh Several doors are open! My son opened the door in the middle of the night and ran out? He's only five years old, how did he find the key? Besides, he's so short that he can't reach the keyhole......" asked his father in a trembling voice.

"Is it ...... to take away from others?" The mother was so frightened that she cried.

The father took out his mobile phone to call the police, ran out of the door, and saw that the corridor was empty, he suddenly pressed the elevator, and when he got downstairs, he was about to call the police, when he suddenly saw a child standing quietly under the dim road at the intersection downstairs.

"Jiuyin, you ......" my father called out to me with a trembling voice as he covered his chest, which was in severe pain from nervousness and fear. Maybe he was thinking that his five-year-old son suddenly ran away in the middle of the night and ran alone, but he didn't run out of the community, and he was still under the control of the community security, which was really a blessing in misfortune.

At this time, the mother of the six gods and no master also ran downstairs in her pajamas, and when she heard my father calling my name from a distance, she also ran over and grabbed my father's hand in a gust of wind, and said in a panic: "It's not that my son has nocturnal wandering syndrome, don't, don't scare him." ”

In the middle of the night, the five-year-old son quietly left the ambiguous bed, and after quietly opening the door, he ran to the intersection downstairs alone to stand quietly, it was really the first time in his life!

My father felt that my mother's words made some sense, so he walked up to me gently, and when he stretched out his hands to carry me upstairs, I pushed him away with both hands, and said softly: "I don't sleep, I don't sleep, I want to wait here for someone, someone brought me a dingdingqin." ”

"Son, are you dreaming?" Mother asked.

Both of my parents walked up to me, and both of them reached out and grabbed my shoulders tightly, as if they were afraid that I would run away.

I still stood still, thoughtful, hopeful, and sleepless.

"It's a dream, it's definitely a dream." Both parents rushed to stretch out their palms to probe my body temperature on my small forehead, but they both felt cold and cold.

They were convinced that I must still be in my dreams. Because this situation has happened several times before, when I have a high fever at night, I often have nightmares, and sometimes when I wake up from the nightmare, I am so frightened that I can't stop crying, let my parents carry him around, and give me water, and give me urine, but my soul is still immersed in dreams, crying and intermittently talking about some things that my parents can't understand and can't understand. It often takes half an hour to toss back and forth before I can slowly come back to my senses.

However, although I had a strange dream just now, I am indeed awake now. It's not like I didn't come back to my senses.

"Why don't you turn on the lights? Aren't you afraid? When she said something, her mother also felt that she shouldn't say such things, what was there to be afraid of in her own family?

"I'm going to play the dingqin." I said softly.

When I was in kindergarten, my parents spent nearly 4,000 yuan to buy me a AAC 23-inch ukulele. Every Saturday, he took me to a piano shop called "Crayon Xiaoxin" in Central Plaza to learn two lessons.

"What dingding? We only have ukuleles. You're dreaming. The two said in unison.

I learned ukulele, and I was able to learn more than 10 tunes to play and sing by myself in just 2 months. It's just that my interest in this instrument is nowhere near as fun as those dozen or so Leo Jack Ultraman. Every time I was taken to learn to play the piano with the teacher, I was not very interested, and even several times, when it was time to set off, I was still lying on the floor playing with blocks, saying that I would not go, and finally dragged me to go, but this time, why did I shout in the middle of the night to play the piano?

"Tomorrow my mother will take you to the piano shop to play the piano, it's not time yet, let's go to bed."

"No, I'm going to wait here for Ding Dingqin." I broke free from my parents' hands and said stubbornly.

"Where did the dingqin come from? I haven't heard of it. Okay, okay, good baby. It's the middle of the night, and if you don't go home, the security guard will come to arrest you. ”

Considering that there is a third watch in the middle of the night, and there is a chance that I will be taken to play the piano tomorrow, my father can't care so much, and said with a straight face, it's the middle of the night, hurry up and rest, if there is anything to say, we will talk about it tomorrow. With that, he leaned down and carried me back to bed.

Although I struggled and cried that I didn't want to sleep and had to play the dingjingqin, the parents only thought that their son had a strange dream of playing the piano, and he had not fully woken up. So the two of them sandwiched me between the bed and gently patted him to lull me to sleep.

Although my father didn't sleep well all night, he thought about the squid and black fish at a few fishing spots, and got up at seven o'clock, washed up and went to a Hangzhou xiaolongbao shop at the entrance of the community to eat a drawer of xiaolongbao and a bowl of millet porridge, and when I came back, in addition to buying a drawer of xiaolongbao for my mother, I also went to another rice noodle shop to buy me my favorite soybean milk and fritters.

At eight o'clock, my father packed up the fishing rod and lure bag, and helped to load my ukulele into the gin bag, and my mother and I finished breakfast and the family was about to go out. My mother took me to Central Plaza to play the piano, which is not far from their community, and it is only about a fifteen-minute walk. My father plans to drive his own Toyota petrol-electric hybrid and power car to take Uncle Wei Xiaotang, a neighbor fishing friend, to go fishing.

Unexpectedly, when I went out, I didn't follow it. I put my little finger on the ukulele in my bag and said I wasn't going to learn this ukulele, I was going to learn the dingding.

No matter how hard my parents talked, how they coaxed and deceived, and even how they pulled the belt, I just cried and didn't go out.

I was just crying. In the end, the two of them can't help it, in my state, my parents just took me to the piano shop and handed it over to the teacher, isn't it also to make trouble for the teacher? Besides, when I was asked to learn this ukulele, didn't it just let me have fun, and I didn't intend to become a ukulele master, let alone expect me to master any skills to make a living in the future after learning ukulele. Since it's playing, where is it not playing? If you don't play the ukulele, you can play Ultraman on the floor at home.

After the two discussed, they had to call the piano teacher to make up an excuse and ask me for leave.

My father and Wei Xiaotang played with a few anglers in Hechong outside for almost a day, and for Chinese food, they also ordered a box lunch of five or six yuan outside, squatting by the water like a migrant worker on a construction site and continuing to swing after eating their fill. As soon as the Lua people see a fish's mouth, they will be engrossed in forgetting to sleep and eat, thinking about what type of bait to use, what type and what color to use, what kind of rod control technique to lure those predatory big fish to attack the bait, and then how to fight with it and pull them ashore.

As a result, at the end of the day, the two caught a lot of fish. At the bottom of the Sampan Chau Bridge, my father hit a carp of nearly 15 catties with a large mino, and five large black fish on the edge of the weeds near the sluice. Uncle Wei Xiaotang also jumped to the bottom with an iron plate at the Jiaoxi Sluice Gate and hit seven or eight mouths, one of which was nearly one meter long, which was the "meter-level" mouths that Luya people dreamed of.

On the way back, the two were excited, the two talked loudly, scrambling to summarize the lessons of their respective fishing today, and from time to time they remembered the sound of the big fish attacking the bait, and the feeling when fighting with the fish. When the Lua people thought about fishing and couldn't put it into practice, they all said that they were poisoned, and they had to catch a few fish to detoxify it. The catch of the two of them today is enough for them to relieve their drug addiction for half a year. Even if they are not allowed to fish for half a year, as long as they think about today's fishing conditions and catches, they can be calm and satisfied.

Because he returned with a full load, his father was in a good mood. After dinner, my father seemed to have forgotten that I had stopped learning the piano in the morning. Hold me and ask if you are good at home today? As he spoke, he tied me with the beard of his chin, and I touched his thick, stiff beard with my little hand and said with a smile, "Mashed potatoes, mashed potatoes." ”

When I saw people using wire shabu mashed potatoes on TV, I would smile and say, "Mashed potatoes," as soon as I touched my father's beard with my hand. ”

After I played with my father for a while, I suddenly said, "I want to play the dingqin." ”

"Okay, then impeach."

My father put me down and brought me the ukulele, but unexpectedly, I shook my head, "I don't play this, I want to play the dingding." ”

"What Ding Dingqin, didn't I tell you? There is no Ding Ding Qin, and Ding Ding Qin has never heard of it. Ding Ding Qin probably only saw it when you dreamed, we haven't seen it, and we don't know what Ding Ding Qin looks like. My father reprimanded me angrily.

"Ding Dingqin sounds good to play......"

"Then tell Dad, where have you seen people playing the dingqin?"

I was only five years old, and as soon as I stepped out of the door, my parents held my hand tightly.

"I saw him play in my dreams. He also taught me how to play. ”

"What kind of nonsense, who taught you to play the piano?"

"He wears that,...... That's what you wear...... That time we went to the Tianhou Temple and told fortunes to people, the kind of clothes that those fortune tellers wear. "Although I was spitting and spitting, I said thoughtfully.

My father once took me to the Tianhou Temple. That time in the Tianhou Palace, he was fooled by several fortune tellers for a hundred yuan. At that time, the fortune tellers were wearing Taoist clothes. "Tell me, what kind of music did he teach you to play?"

"A lot, I don't remember, it seems that there are a few songs called what are called singing heavenly songs, what playing heavenly songs, what solitary heavenly songs, and what are heavenly songs...... I don't remember. By the way, he also said that he was going to give me a dingdingqin! ”

"Amazing! Weird! Seeing me answer with relish and the name of the song, my parents were shocked.