Chapter 45: The Way Home

When I was seven years old, I grabbed the cicada, thinking I could catch the summer.

When I was seventeen years old, I kissed him on the face and thought I could be with him forever.

As the Mayday song goes, seventeen is a wonderful age.

Every teenager is radiant and irresistible in allure. So sunny, but an inexplicable sentimentality spreads on a rainy day; How melancholy, cold as ice, yet a fire burns in my heart day and night. The first love in my life may be when I was seventeen years old, quietly experiencing how many thrilling heart-wrenching hearts, that Gemini skateboarding boy, in the night, in the evening breeze, on the street with the petals withered, through the park like water and moonlight, passing by the convenience store with the lights on, all the way to your downstairs, just to talk to you a few nonsense, and then whistle in front of you.

The courage of hitting the earth with a meteorite is just to give you the tenderness of a butterfly kissing a flower.

What can the constellation say, two people born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but their fates are completely different.

Xiao Mengquan was born on Children's Day in 1995, and his father was uneducated, so he casually named him Xiong Liuyi.

DNA test results confirmed that the beast child was not a bloodsucking murderer, but a child lost by the couple surnamed Xiong ten years ago.

When he was seven years old, he was lost in the mountains, spent ten years in the primeval forest, and at the age of seventeen, he was captured by the special case team for a vampire monster, and was later brought home by his parents. To be exact, it should be tied up and carried home, Xiao Mengquan has lost his mind, lost his ability to speak, and years of wild life have made him a beast child, no different from a beast.

The story goes back ten years, when the child went missing.

The mountain village is remote and has electricity, but there is no running water, and there is a pressurized water well in his yard. Sunflowers were planted by the edge of the fence, morning glories had climbed to the clothesline, and an aspen tree grew in the corner, rising above the eaves and spreading its branches and leaves, obscuring a corner of the red-brick bungalow.

This is his home, and when he wanders around the barren mountains and mountains, does he often feel homesick, and how does he forget it?

His father's name is Bear Gill, which is not his real name, but a nickname. My father sells tofu for a living, and he has a simple and honest personality, and the villagers joke like this - he slams his palm on the bear's cheek's head, and then says: Look at your bear's cheek.

Seven-year-old Xiao Mengquan didn't understand what he meant, but he just laughed.

His father, Bear Gill, rode a bicycle to sell tofu, and a wooden trough was tied to the back seat of the car, and the tofu in the trough was covered with a white cloth.

Their family always eats tofu, cabbage stewed tofu, eggplant stewed tofu, tofu and potato soup, Xiao Mengquan sometimes says, Mom, can we stop eating tofu.

Lost in the mountains

After that, he ate grasshoppers, frogs, birds, and bird eggs. He was so afraid of snakes, but he had to eat them. When he eats the roots, will he miss the tofu stewed in the big iron pot at home?

Xiao Mengquan was very afraid of the dark, and at that time, his family borrowed a sum of money and was collected for debts. The creditor came knocking on the door every night, and his mother covered his mouth and pretended that there was no one in the house. The mother and son stayed in the dark, not daring to breathe, for fear that the creditor would break in. In the ten years he has lived in the wilderness, he has forgotten his home, forgotten his tofu, but he remembers the sound of knocking on the door, even the sound of a woodpecker hitting the trunk of a tree, which can make him afraid.

This is his remnant memory of human life.

That night, there was another knock on the door, this time not the creditor, but the cadres of the Family Planning Commission from the town. Xiao Mengquan's mother was pregnant, and the town family planning committee wanted to take her away and force her to have a miscarriage. Mother once asked Xiao Mengquan, do you want a younger brother or a younger sister? Before Xiao Mengquan could think about it, the cadres of the Family Planning Commission came, and his mother took Xiao Mengquan to a relative's house to hide in Tibet, and the walls of each village were painted with white plaster slogans and excerpts, which showed the difficulty of family planning work in rural areas.

One person is ligated, and the whole family is glorious,

It is better to have a river of blood than to have more than one.

Hit it out! Fall out! Stream out! You just can't give birth!

The town family planning commission secretly monitored, and finally blocked the mother and son in Xiaomengquan's house, they knocked politely on the door and did not respond.

A staff member of the Family Planning Commission said: Don't pretend to be a calf, you have figured it out and know that you are at home.

Another cadre of the Family Planning Commission said through the door: Haiyan, you have a boy, why do you still want to give birth?

They lost patience and broke down the door, the bear's cheeks stopped everyone, and the mother Haiyan ran up the mountain with the little mengquan to take advantage of the chaos.

The mother and son hid in fear on the mountain all night, and the next day, their mother Haiyan found that the little mengquan was missing.

At that time, Xiao Mengquan fell into a mountain pit, which was very deep and the terrain was complicated, and it was obscured by vine branches and leaves. There are many such pits in the Great Khing'an Mountains, and each one is bottomless, so the next day, the villagers went up the mountain to look for the child, but found nothing.

Xiao Mengquan survived by luck.

We don't know how long it took this seven-year-old to climb out of the pit, a week, or a month?

Above the mountain pit was the endless Great Khing'an Mountains, and he had forgotten his way home.

Then a large area of primeval forest, it is difficult for even an adult to get out after getting lost, let alone a small child. He wanted to go home, but he walked farther and farther, crying in the forest as he went, and no one could help him, only fear and helplessness accompanied him. Soon, he was dry of tears. Everything he feared, he had to accept.

In the spring, he caught snakes, bit off their heads, and sucked the blood, the child was so afraid of snakes, but he had to eat snakes for a living.

In the summer, he climbed trees to hide from wild boars and wolves, from one

Climb from tree to tree and drag vines over the valley like a swing, just to avoid being eaten by wild beasts.

In the fall, he learned to crawl, and he crawled very fast on all fours, which made it easier for him to hide in the grass and bushes to catch prey.

In winter, in order to protect him from the cold, he slept in a cave, and judging from some of his habits, his body movements were very similar to those of bears, and he probably lived with them for some time.

For ten years, his heart was only overgrown with wild grass.

We lived in the primeval forest for ten days, and we may be able to understand how he has lived in the past ten years.

The environment in which people grow up is crucial, and a seven-year-old child who survives in the wild will either die or become a beast.

Gradually, he grew, and his range of activities grew, and ten years later, he looked like a man, but he was no different from a beast.

One day, he came to a place, the land here was very flat, and the smell was different from the jungle he was already familiar with, there were some large boxy stones, and he could vaguely see many animals slowly walking in and out of the cracks in the stones, and the figures were more than visible, and those animals were somewhat similar to him, which made him feel frightened and made him feel a little kind. In fact, he only dared to attack animals smaller than his own body, and he could catch turtledoves and wild pigeons with his bare hands, and when he hunted at night, he found that the turtle doves and wild pigeons here were very docile and larger.

Later, the animals caught him.

Xiao Mengquan was seven years old when he disappeared, he used to be able to speak, his nature was still untouched, he had a brief contact with human society, and he retained the first impressions of life, including the love of his parents. The sound of his mother Haiyan knocking on the window made him awaken a trace of memory from the depths of his heart. Ten years later, his parents brought him home, and at first, he would steal the chickens in the village, crawl on all fours, and rush into the air like a vicious dog to catch chickens and ducks. His father, Bear Cheek, could only lock him up at home and let him slowly adapt to human life.

The mother, Haiyan, found that the child was very frightened by the knock on the door.

Whenever he knocked on the door, he would be scared, quiet and motionless, and then his mother patiently bathed him, fed him, and taught him to walk and talk. Mothers take care of their seventeen-year-old children like toddlers.

Not far from his home, the village primary school is a row of red-brick bungalows with a red flag erected on the campus.

The two iron gates, painted with green paint, were open all day, and there was nothing of value in the village primary school. There are two grocery stalls at the school gate, an old man with a hunchback on the left and an old lady on the right. A year later, when Xiao Mengquan was eighteen years old, the hunchbacked old man and the old lady who sold groceries saw a strange scene.

There was a couple of parents who brought their son to elementary school, and the son was an adult who was taller than his parents.

The teacher said to the students in the classroom, "Today, we welcome a new student with applause.