One day in 1986, there was a pregnant woman in the village who had a difficult birth, and Xiao Laosan was found and was busy until midnight, but the adults and children were still not saved. The next day was the Mid-Autumn Festival, Xiao Laosan drank wine from the town and returned to the Nanshan tea shed, when he was turning over a hillside, he suddenly felt a light in front of him, and looked up to see that a huge bright and dazzling meteor was flying unhurriedly above his head towards the south.

After living a long time, of course Lao Xiao had seen meteors, but he didn't expect this meteor to be so close to him, so close that it almost passed over his head, and he couldn't help but run in the direction where the meteor flew.

He didn't know why he was like this when he was so old. A strange warmth rose in Lao Xiao's heart, as if the meteor was something he missed day and night, feeling very cordial and a little excited. Lao Xiao has been running and running with this meteor like this, fortunately at night, if someone sees him running like crazy in the daytime, they may press him to the ground and push him to the stage to fight. The meteor crossed a small hill covered with pine forests in Nanshan and disappeared, and at this time, Lao Xiao faintly heard a burst of intermittent baby crying.

Following this cry, I walked through a pond and walked forward, and then through a bamboo forest, and arrived at the cemetery of Xiaojiawan. Xiao Laosan's heart sank, and the child's cry came from the grave of the mother and baby who unfortunately died. Xiao Laosan didn't think much about it, and opened the new grave.

Five minutes later, Xiao Laosan came out of the cemetery with a baby in his arms. It was the middle of the night, and a full moon hung low in the sky, and the sky full of stars was particularly beautiful in the blue-black sky. Xiao Laosan looked at the baby in his arms as he walked, his eyes were as bright as stars in the sky, and he kept looking at him and smiling, but there was still some blood on his body.

Under the moonlight, Lao Xiao suddenly vaguely saw the child's eyebrows flickering. Lao Xiao rubbed his eyes, stretched out a pair of rough old hands and gently stroked the blood stains on the baby's forehead, only to find that the baby boy had a half-centimeter-long purple scar above the center of his eyebrows, like a peach blossom petal, which was obviously a birthmark. During the day the next day, Xiao Laose carefully checked the marks on the baby's forehead, and it seemed that the color was only slightly darker, and if he didn't look carefully, he couldn't see anything abnormal at all.

Lao Xiao named the child Xiao Yao. When the villagers asked, Xiao Laosan said that he picked up the child in the town. Time flies, Xiao Laosan brought up Xiao Yao who he picked up from the cemetery with a handful of shit and urine, Xiao Yao looks white and clean, eyebrows and eyes are beautiful, quite likeable, always running around the mountains behind Xiao Laosan's buttocks.

The villagers all said that Xiao Laosan was a bit of a blessing after not dying, and Xiao Laosan listened to it, and there was no expression on his face. Xiao Laosan didn't send Xiao Yao to school, he taught him literacy since Xiao Yao was three years old, and Xiao Yao knew more than 1,000 words when he was five years old.

The principal of the village primary school came several times, and while drinking tea and chatting with Xiao Laosan, he threatened that if Xiao Laosan did not send Xiao Yao to study in the village primary school, he would report to the higher authorities, saying that he had violated the compulsory education law. Xiao Laosan laughed loudly and said, "I'm a grass people, what if I violate it?" Can you still fire me from public office? The principal had no choice but to walk through the back door of the Xiao family's grass shed. Since Xiao Yao could remember, he knew that he had no father or mother, and when he asked Xiao Laosan, the old man said he didn't know.

There are two wicker boxes in the bedroom in Xiao Laosan's grass shed, which are full of books, Xiao Yao loves to rummage through the boxes after he is literate, looking for what he likes, sometimes a book can be happy for a day, and if he doesn't understand something, he will ask Xiao Laosan.