My surname is Li, and my name is Li Chenbo. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info was born in 83 years and is a pig.

I was born into an ordinary working-class family in Shijiazhuang, the capital of Hebei Province, where my father was a transport driver in a local state-owned enterprise factory and my mother was a workshop director in a local textile factory.

My mother told me that when I was born, my grandmother once used to tell my fortune with my birthday, and the fortune teller said that I had three calamities in my life, and as long as I could survive it safely, I would definitely do something extraordinary in the future. Later, my grandmother asked the fortune teller if there was any way to solve the three tribulations, and the fortune teller just said three words: "Look at the creation".

My mother's family has a lineage, and it is estimated that there is a "strong liver fire" in the genes. When my grandmother heard this, what could she do, and dragged Mr. to make him clear, but the gentleman was not annoyed, and said with a smile a pretending sentence that charlatans often say: "Don't be annoyed, old lady, everything has its own certainty." "My grandmother saw that the hard one was not good, so she came to the soft one, took out the only ten yuan bill left in her pocket and stuffed it into the fortune teller's pocket, she thought that this gentleman must want money.

The gentleman took the money and said to my grandmother, "Don't panic, old lady, I will send you three sentences, and the three calamities of your grandson are all in these three sentences." The method of prevention is also in these three sentences. ”

As he spoke, the gentleman shook his head and sang: "The yang fire is extinguished, the yin fire is burned, don't let the drama kill your life." There was a bulge behind the right ear, and the yin evil was pus-bedding. There is a lone seedling in the greenhouse, and the small fire will burn. ”

After my grandmother heard this, she began to grind in her mouth, reciting as she went. Looking at my grandmother's misty look, the gentleman said, "Old lady, I will write it down for you with a pen and paper." So saying, the fortune teller took out a piece of yellow paper, took out a blue thread-bound ancient book, and put it under the paper, and wrote on it with a ballpoint pen the words he had recited. After writing it, I handed it to my grandmother, and then said, "These words should be carefully read and understood, and your grandson will naturally come and go." ”

Grandma took the yellow paper and held it in front of her eyes and looked left and right. To be honest, in fact, my grandmother didn't know how to read at all, and I guess the yellow paper was taken down at that time. Of course, she still couldn't let go, and said to her husband: "What if I can't understand it?" ”

The gentleman looked at my grandmother's appearance, laughed, and said, "Don't panic, old lady, even if you can't understand it, I can be responsible for resolving your grandson's three tribulations." After saying that, he began to close the stall.

If you want to talk about this person's psychology, sometimes it's so weird, and it doesn't matter if they are liars or not, anyway, they feel that they are down-to-earth when they pay the money. My grandmother bought such an unreliable promise for ten yuan, you must know that the salary level in the 80s was only a few dozen yuan a month!

She came home and told my grandfather about it, and my grandfather took out the yellow paper and looked at it. Yellow paper is a serious book, much like that used by Taoist priests to draw talismans. But the real charm, the symbols on the yellow paper are written in red cinnabar, my grandfather looked at a few lines of unreliable words written with a ballpoint pen on the yellow paper, how to look at how not to tune, the heart said that the old woman cheated people so much ten yuan, distressed! However, due to my grandmother's strong deterrent power at home, he didn't say much, and ten yuan was at least a comfort for the old lady.

Of course, now is the era of scientific prosperity, and fortune-telling is also classified into the category of feudal superstition, except for the older generation, even my parents' generation does not believe much. Except for my grandmother, who was particularly concerned about this matter, the rest of the family didn't take it seriously at all, and my grandfather didn't say much about it, and everything was based on the happiness of the old woman. But my uncle, too, followed my grandmother's temper, and had to talk to the old lady and say, "Mom, you have been deceived, so don't bring any money with you when you go out in the future." When my grandmother heard this, she was anxious, and said that what happened to me spending money, this is the money for my grandson to eliminate disasters and buy his life, and he said that it was ten yuan, which is one hundred... My grandmother was blazing, and when she was on the rise, she stretched her hand into her pocket and took out ten yuan!

At that time, the fortune teller was obviously the only ten dollars he had left! My grandmother remembers very clearly, how much she brought with her, bought half a pound of tomatoes, and left ten yuan, and finally gave it all to the fortune teller, how could it be?!

My grandmother believed that gentleman was a man of God even more, and not only gave a way to eliminate the disaster, but also confiscated the money! Of course, the family disagreed, and they all thought that the old lady must have miscalculated.

No matter how strict parents are, they will love their grandchildren very much, which I have deeply experienced. My grandmother has been short-tempered and competitive all her life, but she is really obedient to me, and even for the fortune teller's few words that do not know four or six words, she has never known words in her life, she actually took out the Xinhua dictionary, word by word to find out the words left by the fortune teller, wrote it every day, and then sent the written note to everyone in the family, especially my parents, she was a thousand instructions, as if she couldn't let go of her heart.

When I was fair, I liked to listen to Peking Opera the most, and because of the phrase "Don't call the opera to kill your life", my grandmother confiscated all the Peking Opera tapes, not because the old lady did it ridiculously, but because she loved me too much.

Aside from her old man's name, these forty-one characters are the only Chinese characters she knows and can write in her life.

I grew up happily like this, year after year, and there was no sign of the fulfillment of those three eons. Except for my grandmother, everyone even forgot about it, until a strange thing happened when I was four years old.

When I was four years old, I vaguely remember this incident. One day my parents took me to the movies, and when the movie ended, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, and my parents were riding their bicycles home, and I sat on the back seat of my mother's bicycle, and when I passed by the gate of my father's workplace, I saw a large group of people on the road, which was a traffic accident.

The parents stopped their bikes and turned to look into the crowd.

I saw a freight truck parked on the main road, a sedan behind it, the front of the car had been violently deformed under the strong impact, like rubbed waste paper, two police cars and an ambulance were parked not far away, two policemen were trying to get the injured out of the car, and one policeman was trying to disperse the crowd to maintain order. Two doctors in white coats waited behind on stretchers.

I guess my mom was afraid that this kind of restrictive picture would cast a shadow on my young mind, so she said to my dad, "Look at it, let's go." ”

My dad kicked into the car and said, "It's so evil, there were three vicious traffic accidents on this street today." ”

My mom said, "It's a little weird, and with what happened in the factory last month, there must be ten dead people." ”

My parents were talking one by one, but my eyes were still attracted by something, and I kept staring at the factory gate, reluctant to turn my head around.

My dad looked at me and said sternly, "Chenbo, what do you see, turn around and look ahead!" ”

I turned around and said to my dad, "Dad, buy me ten bags of Bu Bu Xing!" ”

My dad said, "Stinky boy, I didn't take you to eat meat buns before watching the movie!" ”

I said, "Daddy's words don't count!" ”

My dad said, "What? ”

It turned out that two days ago, I was naughty at home, scribbling on my dad's favorite sports magazine with red crayons, asking my dad to give me a fat beating, and scolding me: "Do you think whose child is so naughty as you?" ”

Don't look at me as small, I have a very stubborn temper, and I had to make a bet with my dad that if I found someone who scribbled like me, then I had to buy me ten bags of Bu Bu Xing.

My dad remembered our bet and said, "Stinky boy, tell me who is like you?" ”

I said something at the time, and it didn't seem like much, but then I thought about it carefully, and my parents were scared! I said, "You beat me up if I drew two lines with crayons, but what about this one who put red paint on the big lion's mouth?" ”

When my dad heard this, he was stunned! He squeaked to stop the bike, turned around and rode back, despite my mother's complaints in front of him, when the three of us had already left the factory gate, which was almost 100 meters from the scene of the accident.

My parents rode back and stared at the two stone lions at the gate of the factory for a full minute, and my dad asked me, "What red paint?" Where? ”

I pointed to the stone lion and said, "Don't you think about it, the big lion has red paint in his mouth, and it's still dripping!" Both big lions have their mouths! Ten bags of Bubu stars! ”

My father and mother were stunned and silent for a long time, and my father's face suddenly turned white, and he said to my mother, "Quick, go home quickly!" With that, he got up and left.

I didn't have the slightest eyesight, and I kept talking about the bet, and my dad was anxious: "Stinky boy, hit your ass!" ”

I cried when I was innocent, my mother loved me the most, and complained to my father: "What are you doing, sick?" ”

My dad said, "What do you know, our child is full of nonsense at such a young age, and he will pay it back in the future?" Look at the two stone lions at the gate of our factory, obviously there is nothing, he has to say that there is red paint! ”

My mom said, "What's the matter, the kid has a lot of imagination!" ”

My dad snorted and said, "I don't think he's imaginative, it's his eyes!" ”

When my mother heard this, she was cold for a moment, pondered it for a while, and her face changed.

My parents stopped arguing and were silent for a while. I sat in the back seat, still crying because of the ten bags of Bu Bu Xing, and my mother turned around to comfort me as she rode in the direction of home.

The scene of the crash has been left behind.

At ten o'clock in the evening, it was dark enough. Not far away, under the dim light of the street lamp, the mutilated corpse has been carried out, this picture is not only inappropriate for children, but also for all ages.

On this ordinary night, I don't know how many more ownerless souls are wandering in the dark night.

As the saying goes, children have clear eyes and can see things that adults can't see, but children's hearts are also very pure. Back then, I could be extremely happy when I ate ten bags of Bu Bu Xing, and the blood that was obviously flowing from my mouth was just an upgraded version of red crayons in my eyes.

Later, when I recalled that night, I was so glad that I was young and ignorant. If I had known something, the strange scene would have been enough to make me pee my pants, and I made up the scene in my head, and it was simply terrifying: in the dark night, only the faint light of the street lamps illuminated, and the surrounding scenery appeared and disappeared from time to time. Several bloody corpses were preparing to embark on a journey, and the white stone lions on both sides of the factory gate that were supposed to exorcise evil spirits turned white against the backdrop of the night, and the lion head with a fierce expression was extremely hideous, staring at the body of the car that had become shapeless, and from the slightly open mouth, the blood was slowly flowing downward. Of course, this scene is absolutely invisible to ordinary people, only innocent children and those who have opened their dark eyes can see it!