My name is Wang Yiyi, my father said, it's simple and easy to remember, my mother said, it's easy to feed by my name, and my master said, the road is one, it's good!

I was born in the hinterland of Qinchuan in the 800-mile Qinchuan River, and the village is called Baiyang Village, and the name is as simple as my name. www.biquge.info The village is very small, there are only 100 households in total, the village is as its name suggests, almost every house has a poplar tree in front of the door, and the poplar tree at the entrance of the village, I don't know how many people have hugged it for hundreds of years.

I was born in 1987, and the spring breeze of reform and opening up has blown all over the country, and even in our village, there are a few wealthy families who have bought back a rare thing from the provincial capital -- television!

I also have two older sisters above me, the eldest sister Wang Jing and the second sister Wang Juan. According to normal people's ideas, the youngest me, coupled with the influence of patriarchy at that time, what's the matter, I also have to live a comfortable life, but unfortunately, my father, who makes a living by striking iron, advocates force the most! Fun! Beat! Bad at studying! Beat! No politeness! Beat! In a word, my childhood was dark.

My two elder sisters are the opposite, because they are good at reading, they are a big princess and a second princess at home, anyway, I have never seen my father speak to them loudly, and it seems that I am afraid that loud will scare them.

I heard my mother say that when I was born, I did make my father happy for a long time. You must know that in those days, especially in the countryside, it was a matter of glory to the ancestors to be able to give birth to a male baby. It's just that I'm more unlucky, I was born with constant disasters, troubles, not only my own frailty, but also the pond fish, so that the family is also unlucky, and even the village was plagued by me, at that time many people in the village came to the door, and my father began to fight against each other from then on. Of course, I won't believe my mother's far-fetched explanation. However, most of what happened when I was a child was later confirmed by my master.

His father's name is Wang Shan, and he has been carrying a hammer since he was more than ten years old, so in the village, everyone calls him blacksmith, and those who are not familiar with other villages only add a surname, called Wang Blacksmith.

My father's usual job is to farm and make iron, and of course, after giving birth to me, he has another job, which is to beat me.

I heard from my mother that when I was born, my father didn't know how happy he was. At that time, it was already fashionable to go to the hospital to give birth, but unfortunately, I was born at the gate of the hospital. Yes, the mother worked hard, but unfortunately she still didn't catch up.

I was delivered by Granny Wang, who lived across the street from the hospital, and this Granny Wang used to specialize in delivering babies, but after the hospital was set up in the township, Granny Wang retired with honor.

I don't know if Granny Wang hasn't opened for many years and her technology is rusty, or I was born weak, just born fine, not fat, not thin, not white, not black, my father sent Granny Wang away with a thousand thanks. But after three days, my father realized that something was wrong!

As a matter of course, newborn children have closed eyes because they are afraid of light, but they will open them after getting used to it. But I'm different, three days after I was born, my eyes have never been open, and my father is also a real person, so he never thought about my slow eye development or any disease, and people directly suspected it, wondering if I was born blind!

It wasn't until I went to the hospital for a check-up and got a positive answer from the angels in white that I was relieved to pick me up again, although my eyes were still closed.

Until the full moon, my eyes still never opened, and for this reason, my father asked my mother several times every day,

"Are you open?"

Although the matter of the eyes made my father very anxious, but the full moon wine, my father's attitude was still very serious. Full moon wine! We are very particular about it, and there are many rules, even if you are poor, you have to put a few tables.

On the same day, the family vacated the yard and set up more than a dozen tables, almost inviting everyone in the village to live, and even some beggars passing by were arranged to eat in the corner of the courtyard.

According to the custom, before the meal, my father would take me around the courtyard, firstly, to receive the blessings of the guests, and secondly, it was also a kind of exquisiteness, saying that it was to drive away bad luck.

As soon as my father carried me out of the house, the villagers all gathered around, teasing, teasing. After a while I started crying. At this time, according to the rules, the father or mother should pretend to coax me and carry the child back to the house, which is considered to have completed the ritual, and the next thing is to eat and drink.

Who knew that just when the mother was about to turn around, a guy with emotional intelligence sighed and said:

"What a cute little guy, how can he be blind......"

The atmosphere was awkward, and the noisy crowd immediately quieted down, with strange eyes, and my mother and father didn't know how to answer, so I let me cry in my mother's arms. At this moment, a beggar in tattered clothes in the corner staggered to his feet and walked to his mother in a few steps. He teased me as if he were looking at me, pinched my nose with his dirty black hands, touched my eyes again, and said to my mother in a daze:

"The child's eyes are so big, thank you for your hospitality!"

After that, he laughed and walked away, of course, when he left the house, he didn't forget to take a bottle of good wine from my house. When my mother told me later, she was still indignant because it was the only bottle of high-end wine that I had bought to entertain guests, but my father expressed a different opinion, and when my father saw me open his eyes, he was almost crazy with joy on the spot, and shouted that God had opened his eyes! I was almost immediately named Wang Kaiyan, but fortunately my mother stopped me and I was spared, and later I was given this name, which means simple and easy to feed.

Although I was called by the name Yiyi, my suffering did not end, but it seemed like it had begun. Because I have not been at peace since the moment I opened my eyes, except for eating and drinking Lazar, all that was left was to cry.

The whole village that cried was not at peace, the whole family that cried was jumping chickens and dogs, and the crying spring went to winter.

It wasn't until I could talk and walk that things got a little better. Just as I was breathing a sigh of relief at home, a new trouble came again. I won't laugh! And there was also a problem with eating. It's like a stupid all day long, just shouting hungry, hungry, hungry.

At first, my parents didn't care, it was normal for children to be hungry, and they kept feeding milk and porridge, while my stomach, like a bottomless pit, ate eight meals a day, and until the middle of the night, I still cried out that I was hungry. The worst part is that the more you eat, the thinner you get.

By the time I was two years old, half of my father's head was gone, and I was getting thinner and thinner, and I was no longer human, and I could still run occasionally, but now, I couldn't even stand, lying on the bed, still crying out about hunger.

"I said baby dad, or, let's go to the provincial capital again!"

My mother couldn't bear it, I didn't know how many times I said this, my father was about to get angry, looked at my mother with red eyes, and then looked at me who was not human, sighed deeply, and turned around and went to the front room. Not long after, there was a clanging sound of iron in the front room, one louder than the other, one faster than the other, and the father was venting his anger and helplessness in his heart. He doesn't care about money, but he has almost been to the hospitals in the provincial capital, and he can't find anything wrong.

"Big brother, I can't stand it like this."

It was the third aunt from the east end of the village who spoke, standing at the gate with a smile at the moment, watching her father wielding a hammer. Seeing the comer, the father hurriedly stopped the work in his hand, laughed embarrassedly, and explained awkwardly:

"That...... I'm really sorry, third sister-in-law, the hoe you want hasn't been made yet, or ...... tomorrow."

"Alas, I didn't come for the hoe, I came for your family one by one!"

Father was stunned, these two days because of my affairs at all, there was no iron, delayed a lot of work, saw the third aunt coming, and thought that it was to ask for a hoe, the third aunt saw that the father was locked, and did not explain, but looked left and right, confirmed that no one was there, and then entered the gate. Ignoring his father all the way, he entered the back room, and after a short time, his mother came out of the back room, closed the door, and dragged his father into the back room.

"Big brother! Remember the beggar when the full moon passed? ”

"Remember! How can you not remember! If it weren't for him, I'm afraid my eyes would still be closed! ”

My father remembered this beggar like a benefactor very deeply, and in order to show his gratitude, in the past two years, my father and mother would almost always send some food to all the beggars who passed by our village.

"He's here again!"

With a bang, my father straightened up, his eyes full of surprise, and he couldn't even speak.

"Really! In which piece? ”

"You can't be mistaken, he said it himself, but things are a little troublesome."

Speaking of this, the third aunt sighed, and there was some unbearable look between her eyebrows.

"He was broken by Anwa's brothers, and he was still trapped in Anwa's own land."

"What the hell is going on, you are talking in a hurry!"

Looking at the third aunt who sighed, his father couldn't sit still, and he had the heart to rush over now, but he was afraid that the third aunt would not speak, so he yelled hurriedly.

The third aunt still sighed to herself, feeling a little embarrassed, and hurriedly poured beans into the bamboo tube, and as soon as she finished speaking, her father had already run out of the house.