On June 27, 2019, I was released from Jincheng Prison after completing my sentence.

Sitting on the train back to JL Province, looking out the window at the scenery, my heart was full of melancholy.

"Big brother, what do you want to do first thing when you get home?"

Sitting across from me is my own brother, Zhang Genhuo, who was released from prison with me today. The prison life in the past few years doesn't seem to have changed his personality at all.

I ignored him, still staring out the window.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Neho took a bite of the Fuji apple in his hand and muttered to himself vaguely, "I'm ...... When I get home, I'll catch a few forest frogs to satisfy my hunger! ”

As he spoke, it seemed that the apple in his hand had turned into a fat forest frog, and he took a bite hard, and I couldn't help but shudder in my heart.

I smiled wryly and shook my head, now that my hometown seems to have become a tourist area, are there any forest frogs? I couldn't help but think about it, and I couldn't help but think back to our carefree days in the mountains.

Yes, although poor, it is really carefree.

If my dad hadn't come down that year, if I hadn't come down that year, if I hadn't been involved in that plan, that carefree would have continued.

As I became more and more depressed, I let out a long breath, perhaps as a vent, and decided to write down that experience and tell it to some irrelevant people:

My name is Zhang Gensheng, and my ancestral home is XT City, HB Province. It is said that my grandfather committed an accident in HB Province and fled with my grandmother to a small village in AT County, JL Province in Northeast China overnight (as for the name of the village, it is not convenient to mention it here), and since then, my family has lived a life like a world in this poor and scumbag village, and slowly lived a serious northeastern life. The village is on the mountain, the transportation is very inconvenient, and the people live in poverty, but because the mountains and forests are abundant, they will not go hungry.

My father's name is Silly Gen'er, when he was young, my grandfather couldn't come up with a name, so he always called him that, and his name was "good to live by", slowly, the people in the village called him that, he once stubbornly wanted to change a less earthy name, but the villagers were used to it, so he gradually acquiesced.

He always complained to my grandfather that the name was too ugly, and whenever this time my grandfather scolded him angrily: "You calf, Lao Tzu's name is Zhang Ergou, did I say anything?" Your name is much better than mine, who are you talking to! ”

My grandfather always said some nonsense so unscrupulously, and he had to stir up three points if he was unreasonable.

Later, he married my mother and gave birth to me, and officially gave me the name of Gensheng.

For in his opinion, he is called Silly Gen, and the son he gives birth to should be called Gengen.

To be honest, although the name "Zhang Gensheng" is slightly stronger than "Zhang Silly Gen" or something, it has not yet reached the point where it can be put on the stage. It's still the same dirt when it's called.

I've tried to rebel, to complain, to express to my dad that I don't like this stupid name so much.

It's a shame that he used the same rhetoric his dad used against him.

The end result...... Your father's reasoning is always tougher than yours.

How hard is it?

It's about the same hardness as the sole......

But three years later, the problem came.

My younger brother was born.

The boss is born from stupid roots, isn't the second one?

Also called root? How can that family have the same name; Is it called root and growth? It's not good.

Although my grandfather can't read a lot of big characters, my father has a bit of a cultural background, and there is a gentleman in the village who supports teaching, and my father has been reading books with him for several years and knows a lot of words.

So he is committed to giving us good names, loud names, meaningful names, so that we can win at the starting line of life, and at the same time resolutely fight against my grandfather's random naming of children.

My father tossed and turned on the kang for a day, and finally screamed in the afternoon of the next day, rubbed his hands and said to my mother, "Zhang Genhuo! It's called Zhang Genhuo, rooted in life, rooted in life! Hahaha......"

He thought he was the best in the world, so he gave my brother a seemingly random name.

Actually, it's quite casual......

Ever since I was sensible, I have hardly been hungry except in the winter when the mountains were covered with heavy snow, and I have not lacked food, but I am very short of other things. At that time, there were not many entertainment projects, and it was already quite a great thing for anyone to have a "semiconductor" at home who could listen to a commentary.

Genhuo and I often chase tea and dinner to other people's homes to listen to novels.

Listen to Shan Tianfang, listen to Tian Lianyuan......

Listen to "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", listen to "Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties......

The blood boiled when I listened, the sadness I listened to, the indignation I heard, and I couldn't sleep when I listened......

When grandpa saw us like this, every time he hated iron but not steel, he told us, don't you just want to hear stories? Grandpa told you, listen to what that broken iron box is doing!

In fact, he often catches us and tells us some nonsense.

For example, he said that my ancestor was a Taoist monk in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and he was a disciple of his master Yu Ji.

It is said that Yu Ji can call the wind and rain and control life and death, how much power he has. My ancestors were almost as capable as they were.

At that time, when Yu Ji preached in the Jiangdong area, he could use Fu Shui to save people, and he was deeply loved by the people and even officials in Jiangdong. But at that time, Jiangdong was the world of the little overlord Sun Ce, and when he saw that where did this Taoist priest come from, his prestige was higher than mine? This is the Jiangdong of my grandson's family, if you want to collect the hearts of the people in me, I will definitely kill you!

But Yu Ji is capable, and this Sun Ce is also powerless.

Finally, one day Yu Ji was plotted against and died under Sun Ce's sword. My ancestors have no support, so they run away, well...... was asked to assist the Tiangong general Zhang Jiao.

In the turbulent times at that time, the building was about to fall and save the people from fire and water.

Proposed number announcement: The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, and the world is auspicious!

There are no less than a dozen stories like this.

At first, my brother and I really listened to it with relish, and we refused to let go of a word.

Not only do we listen, but we also talk to other children. Every day, I stood on a big rock at the east end of the village, and talked endlessly, adding fuel and vinegar. Looking at the few dirt buns in front of me being told by me, bowing and worshipping me, I don't want to mention how happy I am.

But within a few days, those children who came together to listen to the commentary from the semiconductor came to me with a just sanction.

What the? Yu Ji doesn't have an apprentice? And no one to assist Zhang Jiao? Yu Ji will only deceive people's hearts? Sun Ce is the Demon Destroyer?

This, this, this......

I was panting and desperate to find a hole to get into. People are justified and well-founded, can what the storyteller say?

I pulled the roots and ran home.

It's a shame!

When I came home, I saw my grandfather rolling dry tobacco in the yard, and smiled happily at the two of us. I suddenly stopped, clenched my fists, and shouted vigorously with a crying voice: "What ancestor is powerful! What Yu Ji saves! What to save the Li people! You're a big liar! ”

Grandpa paused for a moment and scolded with a smile: "Listen to who is talking nonsense, you two calves." ”

I snorted and ran into the house, and my brother was childish enough to say to me, "Great liar." He also ran away with me.

Grandpa's face was visibly lost, and I watched him mumble something, but I couldn't hear it clearly, and I didn't want to hear it clearly, because he was a big liar.

After that, I would never listen to his story again.

It wasn't until I was five years old, before he died, that he was lying on the kang with no air coming in, and we gathered around the kang, and he said some inexplicable things.

He said to my father, "When I die, you should burn it, maybe we should have burned it a long time ago...... It's all over the place...... It's nothing to live a few years less, so let's let this matter be put to a end in our generation...... Alas...... It's time for a broken ......."

After he said that, he was stunned, looked at the roof of the black hole, and was silent for a long time.

Then he thought of something again, and said to me breathlessly: "Grandpa's stories may not be complete, but they are all true, true......"

That was his last word.

I didn't nod, but my heart was sour, and although I was sure in my heart that what he said was false, when he really left me, I suddenly wanted to hear him tell me more of those nonsense stories.

No, I want to keep listening.

Thinking of this, I burst into tears.

I don't know why death came so early for him, he was only forty-five years old, although life in the mountains had covered his face with wrinkles that did not belong to this age, but he was indeed only forty-five years old, and there were old men in the village who were older than him, didn't they all live well? When I think of this, my heart can't help but be more sour.

He didn't make it clear what he was going to burn, was it that important? But I don't want to know either. Because I think it's probably a urinal that my family has used for generations, or bacon leftover from the winter...... Anyway, it's not a serious thing, because my grandfather is such an immodest old man in my impression. I don't ask what that thing is, I don't expose him, in my opinion, it's the last respect for him.

Let's let these lies never be exposed......

Many years later, when I finally came into contact with the truth of the Zhang family after nine deaths, I realized that what my grandfather said may be incomplete, but it is true.

When I was finally six years old, my parents sent me to the village primary school.

The school is very basic, especially basic. There is only one stone house. It leaks rain in the summer and wind in the winter.

Speaking of which, many people may not understand, is there still a stone house in the 21st century? In fact, there is, in our village, everywhere.

The school's faculty is also rudimentary, as there is only one gentleman in the whole school. In fact, at that time, the gentleman who disciplined the teacher in the formal school was called the teacher, but in our place, the older generation called him Mr. Teacher, and we always called him Mr.

Mr.'s surname is Wang, and it is said that he was born very elegant and handsome in his early years, anyway, the middle-aged women in our village can't help but have their eyes shining when they recall the appearance of Mr. when he was young.

What is it? Friends of the living women.

I heard from the villagers that Mr. was born in a scholarly family, his family was full of scholars, and his parents also had business trips in the county. The family is happy, harmonious and beautiful. Since childhood, there is a childhood sweetheart surnamed Zhao, a daughter surnamed Zhao, four years older than Mr., according to Mr. recollection, he was also born dignified and beautiful, white and beautiful, and worked as a teacher in a primary school.

These seem to be God's favor for Mr., he has not encountered any twists and turns in his life for more than ten years, until that turbulent era, in those dark years, bad luck finally found his life one day.

Mr. was reluctant to mention these memories, but it was known that his parents and Miss Zhao both passed away during that time.

I have to say that Mr. is very strong, he survived the darkest years, but he is completely discouraged, he feels that there is nothing to be nostalgic for this city.

He is still alive, because he wants to live with his parents' share and Miss Zhao's share.

So in the spring of 1977, he applied to the organization.

Apply to come to our village where birds don't poop to teach and educate people.

Because Miss Zhao was a teacher when she was alive.

He was only 18 years old when he came to the village.

The year I went to school, he was 38 years old.

In these 20 years of teaching, he has taught many people, so to speak, all the people in our village who can read and hyphenate are his students.

Even my dad.

He teaches two subjects, Chinese and Mathematics. Many years later, when I left the village and went to the outside world, I realized that there were many other subjects, similar to physics.

But it doesn't matter, not to mention that Mr. won't, and even if he knows those messy subjects, the folks won't be interested, because in our opinion, literacy and arithmetic are the two most important skills in life.

There will only be two doors, which is enough for the people of our village to take him as a treasure.

His own salary is used to buy books, and my husband likes to read, especially like it.

His house was built by the villagers together, and his food and clothing were also made up for him by the villagers.

Of course, there are some people, even if it is two courses, it is still too much.

For example, Zhang Genhuo, after he went to school, he was not very interested in literacy, he only cared about mathematics.

Why, because this allows him to calculate how many eggs my old hen lays a day, how many eggs a week can have, and how many a day to eat, so that he can have eggs to eat every day......

Alas, a foodie with big nerves, I will never understand it well......