As the saying goes, storytelling, singing, and persuasion are all the way, the three avenues go to the center, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life.

To put it bluntly, since ancient times, those gentlemen who have told stories and sang operas, regardless of whether they can be on the stage or not, but most of the things that come out of their mouths are jokes that lead people to goodness.

To a certain extent, I am also a peer with these predecessors, and if I say that I am a non-mainstream artist if I am good, and if I say something unpleasant, I am a bad show.

Don't they all say 'what is ruthless and what is meaningless', that, I am not the one in front, I am the one in the back, drama, this word has a doorway, in the past, it was full of contemptuous derogatory meanings, it can be said to be a very inferior work, as early as the classical novel "Dream of Red Mansions" There is such a record: Daiyu sneered, "Compare me to that play, make fun of everyone."

Thinking about how depressed I was when I first watched this TV series, looking at the TV full of 'bags of copper coins', I thought to myself, even if I don't compare you to that, don't you make fun of others.

It's a bit far away, but it's not what I want to get to this point, no way, who made our childhood ideals too thin and weak, and couldn't beat the reality that we had grown up?

Since I was a child, my physique has been thin, to be thinner than children of the same age, to stand there, short and frustrated, just like a kitten, the wind can blow away, if there is no my grandmother, I guess I will not live today, well, how to say, probably the physique determines the surname, since I was a child, I have been a little withdrawn, I don't like to contact with outsiders, I just like to sit on the small bench and watch TV, I envy those singers on TV, I think they are simply too good, can sing such beautiful music, so, I am determined to become a singer, sing him a big country, and make him a thousand purples and thousands of reds.

But who would have thought that decades later, I didn't act as a singer, but mixed up like this grandson, sometimes drinking and chatting with friends, I would talk to them about it, and after talking about my ideals and current situation, most of them would laugh, and then grin at me: "You said that you are all mixing it yourself, who can blame it?" ”

Speaking of which, it's all my grandfather's fault. It's true.

cough, my name is Yao Yuan, not unreachable, at best, it is only as far as two miles, and the two miles I am talking about now refers to the distance from my hometown to the county seat.

I was born in a very small country, the name of this place is "Xinglonggang", the reason why it is called this is because of the chaos of law and order in the early years, and it used to be a gathering place for displaced people in the eastern part of the country.

At that time, I don't know which eye-opening guy took a fancy to the special land here, so it attracted a large number of people who made a fortune, they gave small favors to these displaced people, and encouraged them to plant big tobacco here, in this great northeast mountain high emperor far boundary, the official people can't take care of it at all, but the thieves and warlords who want to make a fortune are happy, in just a few years, this place has developed into one of the few tobacco resale land in the northeast.

At that time, the military bandits were a family, and the only thing they had in common was money, so although many ringing horsebeards fought every now and then, and the unclaimed wild bones on the roadside fed the wild dogs all over the mountain, but fortunately, they would not hurt the people here until they had to.

That is to say, between them, maintain a very subtle symbiotic environment, what's more, some bandits temporarily do not have enough money can also be counted on credit after the autumn, it is said that they were quite righteous back then, compared to those scattered armies are very unsophisticated, there are many scattered armies relying on their own some power, they are rampant, no money, just grab a bullet to top the account, a bullet for a large box of cigarettes, you have to want it, don't just stuff the bullet into the gun and hit you to let you want, this is not bragging, Even now I still have five or six bullet skins in my house.

The strange thing is that the villagers did not complain anymore, after all, they have been rolling on this land for a few years, and those who have a good heart have trained a pair of good eyes, and they understand that it will not be long before such a team will be swallowed up by other teams. As the saying goes, wolves travel thousands of miles to eat meat, dogs travel thousands of miles, so that the army that bullies the common people is destined to not be able to get on the table.

It can be said that it was these warlords, bandits, and some second-class dealers who made the difference from it in a special way to feed a large number of displaced people in that special year, so that more people were attracted here and made this small place prosperous for a while, so the name Xinglonggang came from this.

However, what I'm going to talk about is not that year, our story, and it will be postponed for more than ten years from that time, which also goes back to what I just said, a bizarre story about strange forces and gods, you can treat it as a nonsensical wild history, or as a legend without an ending, in short, don't take it too seriously.

It is about the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, when the entire Chinese mainland was in ruins, and the undercurrent of the land that had just emerged from the remnants of the war, although it was not said that many of the people still had enough to eat, but, from a certain point of view, at this time, it was indeed the most peaceful in the entire history, because in these years, there was no 'ghost' in the whole of China.

Of course, these things are told to me by my grandmother, think about when I was young, my parents were not around, that is, my grandmother pulled me up alone, and I used to sleep in the countryside when it was dark, and there was no entertainment at all, but at that time I was still young, and my heart was full of unknown yearning for this world. She covered the quilt for me, and then hugged me through the quilt with her right hand, and then slowly began to speak.

The stories that the old lady in the countryside can tell, except for the demons and monsters, that is, the evil gods of the land or something, have scared me so many times that I almost peed my pants, but the more scared I am, the more I want to listen, if I want to say that the stories told by my grandmother I don't like to hear the most, it is what I just said, a story about my grandfather that happened in my house in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China when there were no ghosts and gods.

In my memory, I don't have the impression of my grandfather at all, but I just heard my grandmother tell me that my grandfather fought everywhere since he was a child, and once let the family knock out four big teeth, and in the end he could only be inlaid with copper, and he could see his four yellow teeth as soon as he opened his mouth, so the people in the village called him Yao Si.

The reason I don't like to listen to this story is not so much how powerful and brave my grandfather is in this story, but the opposite...... My grandfather in her mouth is also a scumbag according to the current thinking logic.

I want to just build the country, all kinds of waste to be rebuilt, the dirtiest and poorest occupation, is the railway worker, all day long carrying a shovel to carry the rails, all the family has some ability to do that thing, and I think that my grandfather was not very out of tune, relying on the family to divide some land, plus the three generations of poor peasant roots are Miao Hong, began to do not do business, he was really good when he was young, white and tender people five people and six children are not like a countryman at all, at that time was catching up with the educated youth to go to the countryside, it is said that the female educated youth really let him soak a lot.

You have to know that this is really lustful.,What kind of year was that.,Even the years when the subject had to report to the organization first.,This male and female style problem is just as serious as hiding girls in the cellar now.,Thanks to the family at that time, they tried every means to keep up with the 'attitude' for my grandfather, which saved him from being criticized.。

Afterwards, my grandfather was angry, he looked at my grandfather's hob meat, he couldn't beat and scolded and couldn't scold, and he didn't work every day to know how to disturb the little girl.

Helpless, my grandfather was ruthless and wanted to send my grandfather to be a railroad worker, but my grandfather said that he would not do anything, so he deliberately pretended to be lame on the door frame, no way, my grandfather was also helpless, and he thought that if he didn't go, he wouldn't go, anyway, he was just a momentary anger, to be honest, let his son do that kind of cheap work, he couldn't say it in his heart.

But who would have thought that in thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, the once lowliest job would be comparable to eating imperial grain in a few decades, it does sound like a miracle, but it is true, but this is a topic, just mention it.

To get back to the point, because my grandfather was lame at the time, my grandfather didn't dare to let him fight the rails, no way, who let the family have this only seedling, so my grandfather had to throw my grandfather a short gun at home, he said to my grandfather: "You can't do anything, right, then give me a gun and go up the mountain to jump the rabbit!" ”

At that time, the village was still a commune system, what is the commune system, the answer is a big pot of rice, the whole family does not fire, wait until the meal collectively goes to the big canteen to eat, now it seems to be quite an idiot of a system, at that time, not everyone can eat for nothing, because you have to work, "eat without spending money to work hard to catch production", save the centimeter to eat, at that time there was no gun ban in the remote mountainous areas, plus my family, it is the famous Great Northern Wilderness, if you rely only on those guys in the commune, At the end of the year, when I was in my Chinese New Year's Eve, I could see a little meat, which was nothing to the old peasants, but for the cadres from the big cities, it was a bit too much to say.

Don't you say this' Yan'an's comrades are good brains, they understand very well the truth that the wool comes out of the sheep, so they promulgated the system, under the conditions permitting, allow the villagers to hit the game to the commune, a pound of meat two centimeters, two centimeters is the price of a meal, my grandfather understands my grandfather's abacus, he wants my grandfather to be self-reliant, my grandfather was due to some contradictions with the family, plus the young man is arrogant, so, did not say anything, took the shotgun and embarked on the road of full-time hunter.

That year, he was twenty-one years old, as the saying goes: the guy is twenty-one, and he pretends to be b all day long, twenty-one and twelve years old, saying that he is not big or small, and he thinks he knows a lot but in fact he is still stunned, of course, I am talking about our era, which was different in my grandfather's era.

Half the size of the child to eat the poor old man, in that year, that age, heavy work can not be done, always hungry day by day, poor at that time, although the broadcast horn inside the east red sun rises, but even if it is said out of the east can not bring mutton painted cakes, originally in the house one or two meals are still hungry to death, but this time my grandfather sent my grandfather out of the house, he finally has a sense of crisis, in order to fill the stomach only work, speaking of, if my grandfather can be less stubborn at that time, if a soft one, it will not be so, It's all in the past, and there's no point in regretting it.

It was 1959, but the army fever did not spread to this small mountain village, everyone was safe, each had their own words, a year later, it was about the day of 1960, my grandfather carried a gun out of the house, although he was very out of tune when he was young, but the marksmanship was really good, of course, this is not his own bragging, but at that time, the natural resources were indeed excellent, the Northeast is not there such a saying: the stick beats the roe deer scoop the fish, and the pheasant Kaka flies into the rice pot.

Of course, this is just a metaphor, pheasants can't fly into the rice pot, only blind chickens can fly into the rice pot, but his harvest in those days is really good, in addition to two hazelnut chickens in exchange for shares, he even let him pour a roe deer, which makes him happy, my grandfather is really shrewd enough, he understands, this roe deer can not be exchanged for many sons, so, he privately found two or three young buddies, he understands that although they are now a big pot of rice, but the meat is really divided into everyone's mouth, there are really not a few bites, As for where the dried goods went, no one knows, these young people with fine skin and tender meat all have plain faces like big radish, and their mouths smell of cabbage.

So my grandfather secretly found them, and privately exchanged two boxes of 'big front doors' with them with two roe deer legs, and the rest of the meat was smeared with salt stolen from the commune, and when he was fine, he could satisfy his hunger, which gave him beauty, and the next day as soon as it was dawn, he kicked open the broken wooden door of the house, and carried a small cigarette and carried a shotgun up the mountain.

A few days ago, just after the rain, the air in the mountains in the early morning was very refreshing, my grandfather held a small cigarette, walked a step and shook three times into the forest, in fact, the meat in his hand was enough to make a few days, but there was no way, although it was a commune system, but the socialist kang did not raise mixed food and wait for the death of the girl, everyone in the village was busy, my grandfather also understood that he was idle and not good-looking, so he carried a gun to make a look, and when there were no outsiders in the mountain, no one cared what he did.

After he entered the mountain that day, he directly found a place where no one had found it, took off the gown on his upper body and put it on the ground and went directly to it, closed his eyes and went into the dream to pick up the stubble and tease the big girls.

After all, it is troublesome, but in that era, people who begged for life were really hard, and they were busy every day, although some people didn't know what they were busy with, and finally fell idle, he slept this time, and slept directly for a short day, listening to him say that he was woken up by hunger, and when he woke up, the sun was already as dark red as a piece of burned coal.

When he woke up, he wiped the saliva from his mouth, touched his stomach and looked at the weather, knowing that he was able to go down the mountain now to catch dinner, but after all, he had stock, so he got up slowly, put his clothes on his shoulders, hummed a small meat song out of tune, and walked towards the place where he hid his meat.

As I said earlier, it was summer, and the sky had lowered the dark and hot temperature, and the slight mountain breeze in the forest, the cries of birds and birds, and the sweet fragrance of grass came to my face, and my grandfather carried a gun, and when he thought that the fools in the commune at the bottom of the mountain were still eating potatoes and stewed eggplants with radishes, and he had meat to eat, a sense of superiority could not help but arise, so he subconsciously quickened his pace, and after a while, he got into the path in the forest.

This small mountain road is the mountain people between several generations to come out, usually used to go up the mountain, my grandfather Yao Lao Si walked like this step by step, did not walk for a while, suddenly he heard a faint sound of scolding in front of him, just when he wondered what was going on, suddenly the grass on the side of the sound, not waiting for him to come back to his senses, a small thing that did not pull a few red from the grass quickly rushed to the road.

My grandfather took a look, hey, it turned out to be a half-sized fox, originally in the mountains before, there was everything, and it was normal for a fox to come out of the roadside, but this fox was different, its hair was fiery red in the afterglow of the setting sun, and there was no stray hair.

The beast still seemed to have a wound on its leg, and it happened that as soon as it came out of the grass, it almost hit my grandfather's front leg, and my grandfather was happy when he saw it.

But just when he subconsciously got up and was about to kick, suddenly the scolding in the distance became louder, my grandfather frowned, he heard who was scolding, there were two hunters in the village at that time, my grandfather was one of them, and this scolding was the second, Joe squinted.

Qiao's original name was Qiao Genzheng, and his grandfather was about the same age, but he was born with one eye squint, and he didn't know if he looked at you when he talked to him, so he got his name, and this person has a grudge against my grandfather, I heard that it was this product that reported my grandfather's life style problems before, it seems that it was because my grandfather hooked up with the woman who had a crush on this bridge squint.

As soon as my grandfather heard that it was Joe squinting, his eyes purred, and he changed his attention, you must know that there was an unwritten rule in the mountains at that time, that is, whoever sees the prey first will belong to whom, and then look at the fox in front of him seems to be exhausted, standing in front of my grandfather and not running, you must know that this body is not more than ordinary animal meat, this belongs to the mountain treasure, I heard that the local chiefs like fox mattresses, if this is to be handed in, not to mention the centimeter, if you don't get it right, you will be praised.

My grandfather pondered that he couldn't do it, how could he give this benefit to that **, so he immediately made a decision, bowed his head and shook his hand at the fox in front of him, he wanted to scare and scare this beast, so that it could run quickly, don't you really say, the red fox seems to have a spirit surname, seeing that my grandfather doesn't seem to want to kill it, his whole body trembled as if he was grateful to my grandfather, and he didn't know if it was an illusion or what, it looked like tears were in his eyes, but my grandfather didn't care at the time, after all, he was born in the countryside, There are too many animals with the surname of Ling, even the old ox who is about to be slaughtered will shed tears, and he didn't think too much about the urgency of the situation at that time, and listened to the sound getting closer and closer, so he just waved his hand vigorously, and the fox did not slack off, it quickly burrowed into the grass in the north, and there was no sound.

And at this moment, there was a noise in the grass opposite, and a gray-faced man came out of it, it was Joe squinting, Joe squinting and clutching a shotgun, and seeing my grandfather standing on the path with a gun in one hand and a fan in the other, he frowned and asked my grandfather, "What are you doing?" ”

"Cool, what's the matter?" My grandfather raised his hand and looked at the body of the bridge squint while making a fan, and couldn't help but smile after looking at it, it seems that this product has not been harvested at all today.

The two usually don't treat each other well, and they don't talk when they meet, but Na Qiao's squint eyes are really anxious now, so he always asked my grandfather unhappily: "Did you see anything just now?" ”

My grandfather grinned, and then said, "What else do you say, a fox popped up just now, and I didn't even realize that it ran away." ”

Joe squinted at what my grandfather said, and hurriedly asked, "That's what I saw first, where did it go?" ”

My grandfather turned around and said, "South." ”

"Over there?" Joe squinted his eyes and glanced around subconsciously, and then burrowed into the grass to the east without looking back.

My grandfather looked at Joe's squinting figure in the distance, spat on the ground, and thought to himself that it was indeed a slanted eye, and he was still hunting with this look.

After Joe squinted and walked away, my grandfather didn't care about the fox, and when he came to the place where he hung his meat, it was already completely dark.

My grandfather was in a good mood, and he couldn't help laughing when he thought that Joe's squint was still wandering around the mountain, so he happily lit the fire, pulled out his pocket knife and cut off a large piece of meat from the leg of the roe deer, and then slipped a few fish scales on it with the knife, and then skewered it on the fire with a branch.

There are no large carnivores on this mountain, so the roe deer are very fat, the meat has a lot of fat, and it is not long before it is roasted, and the aroma of the barbecue meat also comes out, my grandfather stomped the cigarette roll bare-chested, and then happily pulled back the branches, the meat was wiped with salt so there was still a taste, so my grandfather ate a mouth full of oil, no one cares about the old forest in the deep mountains, and the meat is eaten, not a hundred times stronger than those stupid people who work under the mountain? Well, just missing a little wine, my grandfather leaned against the big tree while self-absorbed and gnawed on fat, and he was really happy.

But just as he was feasting, he suddenly saw something slowly coming out of the grass in front of him, my grandfather bit the meat, and then the firelight looked at it, and suddenly he was happy again, this is really a coincidence, isn't this the red fox just now?

It's really strange, the red fox seems to be not afraid of people, it slowly came out of the grass, and then squatted across the fire opposite my grandfather, two eyes like black gems staring at my grandfather, my grandfather was also young at the time, he didn't have any other feelings at the time, but he thought that the fox was not afraid of him It was really fun, so the murderous intent disappeared without a trace, he smiled at the fox while eating the meat and said, "Hey, you flat-haired beast dare to come back?" Aren't you afraid I'll pick your skin? ”

The fox looked at my grandfather as if he didn't understand, and still didn't move, but just licked his nose with his tongue, as if he was spitting, and looked at my grandfather pitifully with a pair of small eyes.

My grandfather took a look at the fox, and couldn't help but feel angry and funny, feeling that this beast is hungry, no wonder, it has a wound on its leg and can't run fast, and it shouldn't be able to forage for food for the time being, it seems that this fox has thought that my grandfather will not harm it, so he smelled the smell of meat and looked for it, my grandfather said to the fox while chewing the meat: "Hey, I said I don't owe you, I saved your life, why do you have to inch in?" ”

It was really strange that the fox seemed to understand my grandfather's words, and suddenly he trembled even more, and looked even more pitiful with his head down, and when he saw it like this, my grandfather laughed, and then said to the fox, "Haha, I amuse you, I see you are so scared!" ”

I just explained, in the countryside, there are a lot of animals with the surname of Ling, in addition to the old cow crying just now, there are many more, such as the old dog that has been raised for many years can understand human words, can help the owner open the door to pick up the chicken back to the nest and so on, and my grandfather was still young at that time, and he had a big playful heart, in his eyes, this fox is as interesting as a dog that understands human words, so he said while tearing a large piece of meat and throwing it over, the fox really understands human words, he saw that my grandfather was not really angry, and suddenly stopped shaking, I got up very happily and ate the piece of barrier leg meat, and when my grandfather saw it shaking his head, he immediately laughed and scolded: "This beast." ”

When the fox had eaten and had eaten, he sat there quietly, and it was not until my grandfather had eaten and drunk enough that he got up, nodded at my grandfather, as if very grateful, and then turned and went into the grass again, and my grandfather smiled, and did not pay any more attention, and then stepped out of the fire and got up and went home.

That's why I don't like this story the most, because whenever it comes to this, my grandmother doesn't tell it anymore, and it's useless to beg her, and I don't know why.

It wasn't until later that I learned from others what the reason for my grandmother's refusal to talk about it was, when I was seven years old, and I passed by the big tree in the village in the evening when I had had enough to play and went home for dinner, and I happened to hear the old people who were full of food and enjoying the shade under the big tree.

"You see, Xiao Yuan'er is so old, if his grandfather Yao Laosi hadn't been fascinated by the fox, it is estimated that he would have to lead it all day long, how could this child always go to Shao Cripple's wild."

They said that my grandfather was killed by a fox.