In the southeast of Yangjiang County, there is a hilly area, and small hills are one after another. Between the mountains, there are fields with rivers or ditches running through them.

There is a slight difference among the many mountains, where the mountains are particularly high, the trees are exceptionally thick, and the spring water flowing down from the mountains is exceptionally clear.

One of the mountains was named "Tiger Slope" by local villagers because of its resemblance to a tiger. Behind the Tiger Slope is the Optimus Stone Pillar Cliff.

At the foot of the Tiger Slope live several families. A bluestone paved road runs from outside the mountain along the foothills of those hills. The path twists and turns, passing through the fields and ditches, like a small green snake constantly swimming forward. Some of the stone slabs have been crushed by the wheels of the wheels for many years, and a groove has been carved out. The mountain people who came here to cut firewood from outside the mountain used wheeled carts to transport the firewood out of the mountain along this groove.

This small village is my birthplace, Dongmen Village, Luwan Brigade, Tangwu Commune, Yangjiang County. I am a product of that particular historical era. My father, Zheng Rensen, was sent there at the end of the sixties of the last century.

It was an era of enthusiasm among young people.

My father was full of enthusiasm and fantasized about making a career, but when he arrived at the village, he couldn't see a single brick, not a single road, or hear a car honking, and he suddenly withered.

With earthen walls, thatched roofs, bluestone pavement, and my father standing by the stream in front of the village, his twenty-year-old face furrowed. He Miao, facing the paddy field with his back to the sky, barefoot, his father stood under the big camphor tree at the entrance of the village, his twenty-one-year-old eyes full of sadness.

But don't worry, love is coming, on the river embankment, on the beach, on the bluestone road, in the woods, there are the shadows of lovers everywhere. Love makes everything beautiful again.

Young people are meant to be happy. The happiness of young people has nothing to do with the environment, nothing to do with the age. That moment of revelry has nothing to do with whether or not there is a hole in the straw mat underneath, even if the straw underneath it tickles your skin. That moment of selflessness has nothing to do with whether or not the thatched roof above you is leaking, even if the dripping raindrop falls right next to your bed.

None of this matters.

You can also be on the meadows on the banks of the river, or on the sandy slopes on the back of the mountains. It should be a summer night, or it can be a night when the autumn breeze rises, the moon hangs in the sky, the stars are blinking at you, the crickets are chirping in the grass, as if singing harmony with you, you all say that you feel the earth vibrating, where is the sadness at that time? What worries at that time?

You just know the shock, the shock, the constant impact, the impact that leaves no stone unturned. Your lover only knows to shout, shout, and shout and shout as much as he wants.

My father's lover soon became my mother.

My mother and my father were both from Hua'an City, and my father was sent to Dongmen a year later. As soon as my mother arrived at the East Gate, she fell in love with my father. But my mother's mother, my grandmother, was very much against it. Her old man made a special trip to the east gate for this matter. It is said that my uncle, who came with me, also beat my father. But it's useless, the river of love is turbulent, and no one can stop it. So my mother moved from the farmer's house where she was assigned to live to the old man Hao's house, where my father was assigned to live.

Father and mother got married.

Old man Hao is Hao Junqi's grandfather. It's a very skinny old man. In my childhood impressions, he was very kind. He built a big hut. My father lived in his house as soon as he was released, and he lived there for more than ten years.

Old man Hao has only one son. I heard that his wife died in childbirth when she gave birth to this son. The strange thing is that Old Man Hao has never married after that. His son's name is Hao Youde, and he is as thin and lean as Old Man Hao. When my father moved into his house, Hao Youde had been married for three years, but Hao's daughter-in-law had never had children.

My mother told me that when she woke up in the middle of the night, she often heard Hao Youde beating his wife. Hao Youde's wife, Hao Junqi's mother, covered her mouth with a quilt, but the moaning sound still came out.

Although the woman was a peasant girl, she had very white skin, a thin figure, big eyes, and long eyelashes.

But none of this has anything to do with me, and an important fact is that I was born. My father toiled night and night, and the only thing he got was me.

My birth eased the relationship between my parents and my grandmother's family. I've heard that my parents got married without my grandmother's blessing. The wedding venue of his parents is the thatched hut of Old Man Hao. Relatives on either side of them were not invited, only colleagues and acquaintances in the village who had been delegated together. My mother told me that all the families in the village had come to congratulate me, even though there were only a dozen or so families in the village.

My birth changed my grandmother's mind. On the day of my third dynasty (i.e., three days after I was born), my grandmother unexpectedly came to the east gate and brought eggs and noodles. How tight the material was in those days, buying meat, buying cloth, really, you had to buy a ticket for everything. But my grandmother brought so many eggs and so many noodles!

So, on that day, the whole village of Dongmen was like the New Year. The pot stove in Old Man Hao's house did not stop for a moment. The noodles burned pot after pot. The people of the village, young and old, were well fed.

My grandmother actually lived in such a dilapidated hut for a week, holding me in her arms and screaming "baby baby".

When I was a child, I was a very obedient child, I didn't recognize people, and I liked anyone to hug. Old man Hao and his son and daughter-in-law like me.

The strange thing is that Hao's daughter-in-law, who has not been pregnant for several years, quietly became pregnant.

When the news got out, no one believed it. Say anything. Some mothers-in-law are especially good at chewing their tongues, saying who and who put Hao's daughter-in-law on them, and also saying that Hao's daughter-in-law is actually in the latrine outside the house.

What's even more strange is that the Hao family doesn't care about the news at all. They don't care what they say or what they say. Old man Hao, father and son, just carefully served Hao's daughter-in-law. Hao's daughter-in-law's belly is getting bigger and bigger. The smile on Hao's daughter-in-law's face became sweeter and sweeter. The next year, Hao's daughter-in-law gave birth to a daughter.

The Hao family had to ask his father to name the girl, because the father was a literate person, and because no one in the Hao family could read a word. The father couldn't refuse, and with a stroke of the pen, he named the girl Hao Junqi, nicknamed Qiqi.

So, I had a younger sister. Hao Junqi and I became a source of happiness for both families. In particular, the birth of Hao Junqi made the Hao family see hope, and the old man Hao became more and more kind.

Lalala, we'll call Mom and Dad. Lala-la, we're going to "set" (babies can stand). Lalala, I'll call Hao Junqi's sister, Hao Junqi will call me brother. Gradually, we grew up.

Actually, everything before the age of six is a legend to me. The above narrative can also be seen as a legend. After all, the nagging narrative of parents is all about their impressions.

I imagined my life with Hao Junqi through their impressions.

They say that when we were three or four years old, we often walked in and out holding hands, like a small couple; They said that we would kiss each other every night before going to bed, and we would walk into our rooms, like a pair of little lovers.

Adults often joke with me, always asking me if I want to give Hao Junqi to be my wife, and I always say, "Sister, sister". Needless to say, at that time, I didn't know what a wife was.

The first real impression I got came from when I was six years old.

Once, I played with Hao Junqi and Zhu Jinshan, a neighbor's child. Hao Junqi and Zhu Jinshan were a small thing—it seemed like a rusty iron nail I had pulled out of the ashes of the old man Hao under the big camphor tree at the door—but I wasn't sure, and there was an argument, and Zhu Jinshan pushed Hao Junqi to the ground. Hao Junqi sat on the ground and cried.

I can't tell how annoyed I was, so I immediately rushed up and twisted into a ball with Zhu Jinshan. Zhu Jinshan is three years older than me and half a head taller than me. He pushed me to the ground all at once. But I quickly got up and rushed up again. He pushed me to the ground again. I got up again and rushed up. After repeating it over and over again, after a few times, Zhu Jinshan became frightened for some reason, and cried with a whimper. I tiredly picked up Hao Junqi, who was sitting on the ground, took her hand and went home, and let Zhu Jinshan cry there alone.

Since then, the impression has become clearer and clearer.