Chapter 1: Li Boyang's Origin

The book says that the surname Li is the first surname in China, and there are two legends, one from the surname Ying, and the other from the surname Ji, which has been inherited for 2000~3000 years, and has countless historical celebrities. It is also said that the surname Li is the second largest surname in China and has a prosperous population. Therefore, most people with the surname Li have a sense of pride in their bloodline.

But Li Boyang, who was still in elementary school, never found this kind of pride, because he always felt that he had achieved nothing. It's hard to blame him. Being called by my father all day long, and being pulled by my mother and saying that whose children are better than me, of course, there is no sense of superiority. Even if there is a little bit of superiority occasionally, it is quickly wiped out-"It's a tail to do such a thing, look at Liu Hui, do better than you, right?" "It's also worth being proud of this score? Look at Zhang Xin, the first in the class!" No matter how hard Li Boyang studies, there is always a child who is more liked by his parents than him, and his name is "someone else's child".

In the evening, after dinner, Li Boyang went to his room to read under the pretext of doing his homework. He had already finished his schoolwork, but rarely wanted to be with his parents after dinner. Sure enough, not long after he sat down, he heard an unpleasant sound coming from his parents' room. He didn't listen to what it was, anyway, his parents usually quarreled after dinner every day, either his father accused his mother of not making good food, or his mother complained that his father couldn't take care of interpersonal relationships and made too little money. Then it almost inevitably expanded to quarrels, sometimes slapping the table, sometimes smashing cups, and if Li Boyang didn't flee quickly, the war would spread to him. The better situation is just to be pulled over by the side that is arguing and losing to scold a few words to get angry, and the worst thing is that you will be turned out of the exam paper half a year ago, and asked over and over again why you lost points where you shouldn't have lost points. God knows, if Li Boyang knew that he would lose points there, he would rather not write it, and he could save some effort. In short, when this time comes, he must run fast.

The battle was raging, and only about three minutes after the battle began, my father slammed the table and raised his voice an octave. Not to be outdone, the mother followed the voice, and after another two minutes, there was a loud sound of a glass shattering. Then it was as if the chair had been kicked over, and the door had been smashed by something. Li Boyang knew in his heart that these two people would only beat things, not people--they never kept their hands when they beat him-although his father hated his mother's exposure of his mother's shortcomings, he would not beat women. 's mother only smashes things to get angry, and never dares to do anything to her father. Boyang bit the tip of his pen, thinking in his heart that if his parents could not quarrel, he could also be like other children, holding his mother with his left hand and his father with his right hand, and the three of them walked outside together. Just as he was thinking, the glass of the window rattled, apparently smashed by something thrown by one of the parents. He knew that his mother might be running away. So he stretched out five fingers, counted one by one, and when he counted to three, there was a knock on his parents' door, and a sound of eager footsteps and a woman's whimper came quickly, Boyang quickly sat down, straightened the book, and pretended to write homework. Sure enough, his mother broke down the door, occupied his bed, and lay on the bed crying vigorously.

Boyang didn't say anything, if he poured a glass of water over to his mother, the cup would fly to the ground and turn into broken porcelain, and eighty percent of the water would pour him over. So he just kept staring at the book, the pen on the paper, but he didn't write a word.

Don't quarrel. Don't quarrel. Are the adults all monsters? Why can't they sit down and speak quietly like children when they are so sad and still noisy? Li Boyang's pen is dangling on the paper, but he just refuses to let it fall.

My mother cried for more than an hour, and he sat at his desk for more than an hour. It wasn't until his mother was tired of crying and fell asleep that he began to trace on the paper, describing the words one by one, but there was no exact meaning, and every stroke of the word was a thought of Boyang. Heng is his father's loud voice, Jian is his mother's shrill cry, he is the agile figure that escaped from his parents' battlefield, and he is the long road that Kai must walk when he goes to school tomorrow - he habitually writes the last stroke of the word very long and heavy.

About half an hour later, my mother woke up, saw Boyang's back, and shouted in a nasal voice: "Boyang, sit down, don't lie on the table and write." Can't you remember what you've said so many times?" Maybe her throat was hoarse from crying, and her anger was not smooth, and after scolding, she stopped sobbing. Seeing Li Boyang sit down obediently, she stood up and returned to their room.

Li Boyang packed up his books, turned off the lamp used for homework, and lay down on the bed without taking off his shoes. He listened to the next room, and after a while, his father's unpleasant snoring was heard. After a while, the mother sighed deeply, and then there was no sound, and I wonder if she also fell asleep. Boyang couldn't sleep at this time anyway, he couldn't sleep at night every day, so he had to doze off during the day, and sometimes he was called up by the teacher, and he didn't know how to explain that he would fall asleep during class. Fortunately, the teachers didn't listen to him very much, maybe they just thought of him as a bad student who slept in class and didn't like to study.

Li Boyang looked at the night sky through the window for a long time. There was a star in the sky that was getting brighter, and it seemed to be a little bigger. Starlight shone through the window on his bed, illuminating every fiber on the sheets so clearly. Boyang put his head on his hand and looked at the star, if it could fall down, maybe there was a lot of money on the star, maybe such a bright star was made of diamonds, and he would give it to his father if he picked it up, so that his father would not be scolded by his mother for making less money, and his mother would not make the food less delicious because he was reluctant to buy things. Thinking about it, he fell asleep.

The star really got bigger, it seemed to sense Boyang's thoughts, and came to Boyang's window. A person came out of the stars and said to Li Boyang: "You seem to have a lot of troubles, if you want to change your fate, don't go home after school tomorrow, come to the back wall of the school, I have something to say to you." The voice paused for a moment, and then added, "Don't let anyone else know, or I won't come to see you." ”

Li Boyang woke up suddenly and looked out the window, but there was nothing. Looking up at the star again, it was gone, and when I looked to the other side of the sky, there was another star shining brightly, but it was much smaller and much darker.