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Nonsense nonsense, nonsense eight, nonsense nonsense.

My nickname is Hu Gouzi.

Of course, the people in the village called me a fool or a fool more often, but grandpa, who called me a dog with his mouth closed.

This is a very difficult name, especially when I understand things and know how cheesy this name is, and it is already the same as Ah Hua and Xiao Ming, I can't wait to pick up a knife and fight with my grandfather.

Blame it has to be biological!

According to my grandfather, I was the youngest son of his cousin's cousin, and that year my family was swept away by the flood.

I was a little scornful of my grandfather's statement, because I knew that he was lying to me.

I was the child he picked up.

Grandpa thought that as long as the people around me were stricter, I might not know about it for the rest of my life, but Grandpa was wrong.

The living may hide everything, but the dead don't, and they told me many things, such as the cold year of the north wind, the baby who was not favored by others, and the grandfather who pulled me up with a handful of and urine.

I was not in good health since I was a child, and I listened to my grandfather and the living and dead uncles and aunts in the village say that I can only walk at the age of three and speak at the age of four.

Every time I mentioned it, my grandfather looked smug, as if I was the most outstanding work of his life.

Looking at his smug appearance, I really wanted to pull his beard off, how could I not open up? Although my memories of childhood are very vague, I still know what I have done in general.

When I was a child, there were a lot of strange people who came up to me and said some nonsense things, and I was probably attracted to these strange people at that time, so I looked stupid all day long.

Later, after I became sensible, I learned that those strange people have another name.

Ghost.

Later, after gradually becoming sensible, the outside world aroused my interest, and I gradually became normal from a dull baby to a child.

Grandpa said that I was a late bloomer, so I wasn't! Actually, I just shifted my attention.

After all, in the poor countryside, most of the things that those ghosts care about are trivial things, and it's interesting to listen to them occasionally, but when you listen to them too much, you get bored.

There is an old gentleman who teaches at the head of the village, and his teaching level is not very good, but when he was young, he traveled from south to north, made revolutions and fought Japanese devils, and sat in a cowshed and was criticized...... Later, when he got old, he stayed in the village to teach.

The old gentleman is the most knowledgeable person I have ever met, and besides, the old gentleman is very nice and has taught me many things, such as not to tell people that I can see ghosts.

Compared with my grandfather, I think the old gentleman is more suitable to be my grandfather.

It's a pity that the old gentleman only taught me for a month, and then he disappeared completely.

Not only the old gentleman, but every ghost I encountered, a month after death, will always slowly dissipate.

The old gentleman knows a lot, and after teaching and educating people for so many years, he is still very prestigious in the village. No one dared to listen to what he said before his death, including my grandfather who was a little stunned.

Therefore, I have taken the old gentleman's teachings to heart.

I never told anyone but my grandfather that I could see ghosts, but my grandfather was so foolish that he always thought I was lying, and he almost me off.

The old gentleman also said, let me read more, so I have been reading. Fortunately, my grandfather is still very supportive of me in this regard.

After reading books for so many years, my teachers have praised me for being sensible and much more mature than children of the same age, isn't this nonsense? Although I don't read much, I have seen more of the world, and I have seen more, and I understand more naturally, and of course I am much more mature than ordinary children.

For example, when the male classmates in elementary school started to write love letters to Banhua, I learned from Banhua's grandmother that Banhua only took a shower once a month, and usually washed her face only in the exposed places......

So, when a bunch of kids flock to it, I read the general history of the world in the school library, so I'm much smarter than the average kid.

I'm sorry, I just said it wrong, it's not a rush, it's a rush, I can't help it, I don't read much.

Sometimes, the more you know, the more you feel, the more you don't know.

So I've always felt that I read too few books and don't know a lot of things.

"Dog, it's time to eat!" Grandpa's voice came from outside.

"Here we are." I stretched my face, even though I knew that my grandfather was used to it, but I was still very uncomfortable.

Dogs, dogs, how ugly they are, it's better to steam vegetables and spring flowers.

"Grandpa, what are you cooking?" As soon as I came out of the room, I smelled a familiar fishy smell.

Sure enough, above the dinner table, a basin was upside down on the table.

When he saw me, my grandfather opened the basin, revealing the milky white soup inside.

Crucian carp, king eight, crab, maybe all kinds of Chinese medicine or something.

My grandfather thought that I had been weak since I was a child and needed to replenish my body, so he tried his best to get something good for me to eat.

There was a river behind the village, and my grandfather would put nets in the river every day, and basically he could catch things, which would be made into soup to replenish my body.

Of course, I don't think I'm weak, I'm now 1.75 meters tall, more than 120 points in weight, how can I be weak?

I protested a few times, but it didn't work, my grandfather didn't pay attention to my protests, and every day it was still a familiar soup, a familiar taste.

I made a bowl of soup for myself and my grandfather, and two bowls of rice, and I took my own portion and sat down to eat it.

Although my grandfather's craftsmanship is not good, I have eaten it for so many years, and the taste has been cultivated, and I am used to it when it comes to salty and sweet.

After eating, I put the pots and pans in the kitchen, washed them, and went back to the yard.

Over the years, my grandfather has been taking care of me to go to school, and I haven't gone out to work or anything.

It's like a yard, or a big tiled house that was popular in the nineties of the last century.

Fortunately, the country has implemented nine-year compulsory education, so I didn't spend too much money on primary and junior high school, and I spent a lot of money on high school in the county for the past three years.

Compared with the photos taken when he was a child, my grandfather is already a little old, his figure is a little rickety, his hair has almost fallen out, and the wrinkles on his face are deeper.

After all, more than a dozen years have passed.

Meimei took a puff of cigarette, and her grandfather lay on the chaise longue, which creaked and creaked.

"Grandpa, I'll discuss something with you." Grandpa seemed to be in a good mood, so I stepped aside.

"What's the matter?" Grandpa glanced at me with slanted eyes, and there was a touch of kindness in his cloudy old eyes.

"I want to go out and work for two months." I thought about it for a while, but I still said my plan: "Earn some money, and you need to go to school in the autumn." ”

Grandpa's face was a little unhappy, but after listening to my words, a dazzling light flashed in his cloudy old eyes, and his body, which was originally lying on the chaise longue, gradually sat up straight.

"Did you do well?" Grandpa smiled, revealing two rows of big yellow teeth.

"It shouldn't be too bad." I scratched my head, the score didn't come out, and I didn't dare to give a too positive answer.