A person's life is like a game, there are many levels ahead, it can also be said that there are many hurdles, it is good to pass, if you don't take a good step, it may become a major turning point. Therefore, people here are accustomed to refer to the danger or difficulty they are about to encounter as "guan". In the event of an emergency, it is called the first aid pass, and the danger of falling into the water is called the drowning pass.

The first hurdle I encountered after I was born was the first aid level.

But the first test of life is not me, but my elders, especially my father.

Although Dad thought it was strange for the little girl to come out of the curtain, he still remembered what his grandfather said, so he didn't think much about it, lifted the curtain, and walked into the house to see that his aunt was not there, and his mother was already asleep again. I'm already wrapped up and sleeping next to my mom.

Dad didn't wake Mom, he took me out of the bed and opened the swaddling clothes.

Upon closer inspection, he saw that my left hand was naturally drooping, but with the palm facing outward. He fiddled my hands in a normal position with palms facing inward. But as soon as he let go, my hand flipped over again, as if someone had deliberately twisted it back.

Dad was shocked and flipped my hand over again.

As soon as he let go, my hand was twisted back on.

His back was cold, and he finally believed his grandfather's words.

As he fiddled with my left hand, he saw a black mark on my wrist, as if someone had pulled it out.

In my father's memory, he didn't see such a mark on my wrist before he went to report the good news, but he wasn't sure if he was too happy to see it at the time.

Dad thought to himself, could it be the naughty girl who did it just now? But the girl had already run away. Even if she was caught, she would definitely not admit it.

Seeing that Mom was sleeping soundly, Dad couldn't bear to wake her up, and he didn't want her to worry about it.

He rewrapped me and put me back under the covers, then hurried out the door and set out again on the road to Thrush Village.

After walking for more than 20 miles, my father was so hot that he walked.

By this time, the fog had almost dispersed, and the temperature had not yet risen, but Dad was already sweating profusely when he walked to his grandfather's house.

When my grandmother saw my father coming, she hurriedly asked, how is the child?

Dad said that there was a problem with his hand, and he was twisted like a hemp rope.

My grandfather had already returned from his crooked father, and sat by the fire in his bedroom without saying a word.

Every year in autumn and winter, my grandfather would make a fire in his bedroom and boil water by the way. This will make the bedroom much warmer.

Dad walked up to my grandfather and said, Dad, I was wrong.

Grandpa came to his senses and hurriedly said, I don't blame you, I'm thinking about something else.

Dad said apologetically, you are very accurate, the child has a first aid pass, and his hands are a little abnormal.

That means you are not wrong about the hour. Grandpa said.

There is nothing wrong with the hour, but what about the child? Dad asked anxiously.

It's not difficult, but the hard thing is that you may encounter a lot of such troubles in the future. Grandpa said as he picked up the tongs and plucked the burnt charcoal from the wood.

Dad was startled again and asked, there will be a lot of trouble in the future?

My grandfather put the tongs on the ground and said, "Hey, isn't it true that people have encountered all kinds of troubles and survived all kinds of troubles in their lives?" What is there to be afraid of?

Dad was just worried, and it was my grandfather who actually solved the problem later.

My grandfather used to say to me, "People are ferrying people's boats, and since you have come and become my grandson, I will ferry you." ”

He spoke as if we were just meeting in the water, that he was a ferryman, and that I was the one who happened to be on the shore.