Before I became a left-behind child, there were still a lot of interesting things.

For example, because I was too young, when my father came back from the city, he couldn't find me in the bed and asked my mother what about my daughter, and the fact was that I was wrapped in a lump and put on a pillow. Why pillows? Because my height is only the width of a pillow......

There is also an interesting thing, my father went to the village to play mahjong, and threw me directly into his extremely warm and trendy leather jacket, and pulled the zipper up, and I was obedient all morning...... In addition, my uncle carried me with a strap, and the people in the village said that my uncle was such a big boy and played with a doll and doll...... Hahahaha. Uncle and I are only one round apart in age, so when he was in junior high school, he often took me to his school to play and listen to classes with him.

Dad is very fond of martial arts (maybe just to fight better), all kinds of exercises at home, all kinds of tools made of stones for strength training (similar to dumbbells, barbells now). I'm cute, and I'm always following my dad in all kinds of imitations, such as push-ups (only the butt is moving up and down). I think my somewhat boyish personality and love of sports and martial arts traits were inherited from my father or influenced me.

After my father's accident, my mother also went with my father not long after, and I heard that they went to Shanxi and Tibet...... At that time, they didn't have the money to take the train, and I heard my father say later that they never had to buy a ticket to take the train, and they just climbed the train wagon while the conductor was not paying attention. And the night my mother left, I remember that I was alone on the dark mountain road, on the edge of the field, in the grass, everywhere I could think of...... I went to find it, why did such a young age (about two years old) keep remembering this picture? Maybe it was too much of an impact on my young heart.

In this way, I became a left-behind child, and since then my life has been taken on another track, and I can't tell whether it is good or bad......

The time with grandparents is happy, tormented, wronged, longing for the distance, inferiority, and timid...... In this way, in the pampering of my grandfather, the scolding of my grandmother, and the bullying of children in the same village, I grew up slowly, except that I often dreamed that my parents came back and bought me what I wanted...... Nothing else has changed, I live the days repeatedly, and I miss my parents every day, whose impressions are getting more and more blurred, when will they come home?

It wasn't until the sixth grade of primary school that it was another important experience in my life. The third uncle and the younger uncle want to take their grandparents to Guangdong, saying that they are happy. Well, that's great, but what do I do? At that time, my father and mother were also in Guangdong, my father worked as an electrician in a factory, and my mother sold fried rice noodles. At that time, my younger brother was already born and was with my parents in Guangdong. At this point, I pause as I struggle to remember what year my brother was born...... I only remember one year my father sneaked back from Chengdu and told us that my mother was pregnant, a boy (at that time, the gender of the ultrasound could be checked), and he was finally going to have a son, and I still remember the ecstatic look. I wasn't happy to have a younger brother, I just felt that my life that I hadn't valued would be even more ignored because of my brother's appearance.

Finally, my grandparents were taken to Guangdong, and I was entrusted to my grandparents' house in the same village, and since then I have lived a year without any relatives around, this kind of left-behind child I want to name it "naked stay", as for "naked stay" this year, what have I experienced? I'd like to wait until the next section to tell you about it......