The wise man goes with the time, and the fool moves against reason. ——[Han] Zhu Fu "For Youzhou Mu and Peng Pet Book"

The car was on the road, the people were in the car, and it didn't take long for me to drive from the bumpy and dark dirt road to the spacious and stable cement road.

For me who was entering the city for the first time, it was clear that two eyes were not enough, even if I looked from left to right, I was still overwhelmed. Before the eyes were satisfied, the car had gradually slowed down. After saying goodbye to the driver, Uncle Feng, the man accompanied my mother and carried me up to the 7th floor.

I am used to seeing the big courtyard in the village, but I feel that the one-bedroom apartment that catches my eye is nothing remarkable. In order to stay away from the beasts of the deep sea, the fish chose to go to land; In order to stay away from the wild, the ape chose to walk upright; In order to stay out of danger, Homo sapiens chose to form tribes; In order to stay away from backwardness, the villagers chose to build cities; In order to stay away from poverty, I chose to stay in this brick box with this strange man and woman.

Following the example of an adult, I also began to take off my shoes. The fact that you have to change your shoes at the door when you enter the house is indeed a bit awkward for a 5-year-old child in the mountains. The adults naturally changed into slippers, and when they saw me stepping barefoot on the cold tiles, the two of them panicked, obviously not ready to entertain the "little guests" at home. Mom looked around, and finally chose a pair of pink women's slippers on the shoe rack to put in front of my bewildered feet, after all, they were smaller, but I still wore them like stepping on two boats, which was very funny. Thinking of this, I observed their shoes, probably a habit developed at this time, and I observed that strangers always started with their feet, and never dared to move their eyes to the top of their waists by half an inch. The two wore cartoon plush slippers, the mother was a white rabbit, and the man was a brown bear.

"Bang Bang!" Mom turned on the lights in the various rooms, and I was startled, because the switch was on the wall, it was a square white button, which I had never seen, and the switch in the countryside was a rope attached to a black round cap. My mother led me through the hallway into the living room, where the man poked and cooed in front of the TV, rummaging for something. I took the opportunity to tug at my mother's trouser leg, and she bent down in confusion and leaned her ear close to me. "Mom, should I call him Uncle or Dad?" It is not popular among rural children to use overlapping words, "mother, father, grandfather, grandmother, aunt", but unanimously become "father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, old, aunt". I got to the bottom of the questions that I didn't have answers on the way here.

"You can call Uncle first......" Mom obviously couldn't make up her mind about the issue. Baby, Mommy will make your bed for you, and wait here for a while. With that, he carried me to the chair next to the dining table, and went to move the sofa by the wall, which of course was the first time I had seen it. I didn't know how to greet the man because I couldn't find a conversation, so I could only observe him from my chair.

The man held a rectangular box with dense black grooves, on which were interspersed with round plates, one side of which was colorful and the other reflected a strange light. He picked up one and looked at it, shook his head, put it back again, took out another one, looked at the rows of small entries like ants on it, pressed a button on the black box under the TV, and there was a "click" sound, and a container stretched out of the box, the container was square on the outside and round on the inside, just enough for him to put the dish in, and later I knew that this thing was called a disc player (1). He breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, found the remote control, turned on the TV, and the TV began to play songs, and there was a man singing emotionally in front of the blue sky and white clouds. Then, the man put down the remote control and went to help his mother fiddle with the sofa.

They fumbled for something behind the sofa, and with another "click", the back of the sofa began to slowly lean back, gradually forming a plane with the seat (2). They went to the back room (3) and took a futon and spread it out on the sofa.

"The child who left home couldn't sleep at night~ I remembered my father and mother in the distance, and tears flowed~ Spring has bloomed and autumn leaves are yellow~ It has snowed in winter, you must not catch a cold~ The moon is full~ The moon is full~ The moon is full~ Another year has passed~ It's not that this child, I have no worries in my heart~ Life in a foreign land is really difficult...... (4) "I unconsciously hummed along with the sound of the TV, did you feel anything about the lyrics?" What kind of nostalgia do I know when I am five or six years old? Humming along with the melody is nothing more than human instinct for entertainment, or imitation is the magic weapon for the continuation of human civilization. I hummed unintentionally, but I startled the man who was making the bed, "Yo, look at this kid, and sing along, haha!" Smiling, he patted his mother to get her attention, and it was the first thing I heard him say when I entered the room.

My mother really looked at me, and I was startled, realizing that the song I was humming in my heart was actually hummed, and I hurriedly stopped crying, embarrassed and afraid to look at them. I was ashamed and desperately told myself that I must use his joke to talk to him, this joke seems to be a flat boat on the ocean, if I don't hold on to this life-saving straw, I'm afraid I don't know how long I will be silent. But the question arises head-on, if you want to talk to someone, you must have a name, how should I call him? If this problem is not solved, there will always be a mountain between us, he is on the other side, and I am on the other side. What should he be called? I have two titles left and right in my heart, call me uncle, but people took me out of the mountain, it seems that the relationship with my mother is not ordinary, will calling uncle make people think that I am ignorant, and that my children in the mountains are not educated? No, no, no! Call me Dad, I know that my dad is dead, no matter what benefits this man gives me, and what the relationship with my mom is, it can't change the fact that he is not my dad, and I must not call him dad. How can you be different from your biological father and not so biological? Although it is only a moment, my heart has been fighting for 10,000 years......

"Dad, shall I leave here at night (5)? Can you let my mother accompany me? I don't dare (6). Squeezing out such a sentence, I had exhausted all the strength of my body, and I didn't dare to say more, observing the next reaction.

The man was stunned, obviously he didn't expect me to call him that, and laughed: "Okay, you two can sleep here." "It seems that the name I hold back is very useful. I'm kind of relieved, but I can be regarded as passing such a big hurdle. As soon as the spirit relaxed, an unconscious desire to excrete rushed up. "Mom, I want to poop." Mom quickly put down what she was doing and came over to take me to the bathroom. Naturally, this is another difficulty - I don't know how to use the toilet...... The toilet in the countryside is a small thatched pit built with a dozen wooden planks on top of a large pit outside the compound, and two planks are erected on top of it to support your feet. It's a shame to say that when I was a child, because of the weak strength of my legs, I wanted to adjust my posture after squatting, but I accidentally fell into a dung pit with one foot, and I didn't have time to wipe my buttocks, so I limped home to find my aunt while crying. The pants were washed, but they couldn't wash away the psychological shadow of something that I was still afraid of wriggling.

Under my mother's guidance, I sat on the toilet, when I was young, my butt was too small, and it always fell down, and my mother had to hold my arm all the time to keep it steady. First, it is so awkward, second, the strangeness of using the toilet for the first time, and third, it is inevitable to be nervous when I first arrive, many factors lead to my inconvenience, but my stomach is really uncomfortable, I feel painful, and I cry in a hurry. After a while, my mother's eyebrows were also busy with beads of sweat, and she shouted at the living room: "Husband! Come and take a look! ”