For twelve-year-old Ping An, life staged an absurd scene for him that was worse than a bad movie, and it was also a tragedy type.

First of all, the worst result, just forty days after he was born, his father Ping Zhongjing was gloriously imprisoned for embezzling the public funds of the supply and marketing cooperative, and he left the orphans and widows to suffer the peace of the mother and son.

In the past twelve years, Ping An and his mother Yuan Xiaoyi have suffered so many sins and sufferings that they can't count.

After all, in a remote rural town in the 80s and 90s, a family without a father and a man was very bullied by others.

In Ping'an's heart, there is a big account book, remembering who owes his family money and has not repaid it, who has bullied him, who has stolen the vegetables in his field, and who has picked persimmons in his yard.

Finally, when he finally fought his wits and courage, and cleaned up all the children who scolded him for not having a father and his father being a corrupt criminal, and was also accustomed to the life of only mother and son, on the day he just turned twelve, a bald man suddenly ran out and claimed to be his father.

There is not a little bit of morality to smoke in front of children, making the whole room smoky, but the peace is not light.

After making sure that the man in front of him with a cigarette in his mouth, a big bald head, and a "domineering" look at home was indeed his father who he had only met a few times, Ping'an's head was a little dizzy from the cigarette smoke, and he immediately remembered a word, dismount.

Of course, it was to scare his son, but Ping An didn't smell the tiger, but smelled the smell of the gangsters in the village.

"Ping'an, why are you standing stupidly, call your dad, he's back. Yuan Xiaoyi looked at the father and son who were staring at each other, and pulled her son, she was weak, but she didn't want Ping Zhongjing to fight on the first day he went home.

Ping An didn't move, he didn't want to call the bald man a father, not to mention that he didn't want to face this strange father, but the Ping Zhongjing in front of him, and his imaginary father in terms of temperament and image, was more than 108,000 miles away.

Ping'an's imaginary father is naturally a father who loves himself, cares about himself, and guides his life, and is definitely not the shaved head, arrogant, and unstoppable Pingzhongjing lying on his small rocking chair in front of him, with fake majesty, staring at him with eyes.

"Huh!"

Pingzhongjing, who was stared at for a long time by Ping'an, was happy all of a sudden. He threw away the cigarette in his hand, got up and looked at Ping'an, who was still staring at him, and scolded with a smile: "Boy, are you stupid, or are you pretending not to know me? ”

Ping Zhongjing, who has probably never heard his son call himself a father, was a little excited at this time, and sighed that time really kills pigs, and in a blink of an eye, he was almost as tall as he was when he was young.

Obviously, with his heartless character, he doesn't think that he will owe anything to his son in these twelve long years?

Sure enough, Ping An didn't say a word, just looked at him with his eyes, just like looking at a monster surrounded by smoke, and he was also thinking in his heart, this father is not only thick-skinned, but also like a classmate who usually plays scoundrels with him, where he has left his children for 12 years, and when he comes back, he doesn't say anything, so he wants to let himself call him Dad.

No way.

At the very least, you have to pay a dollar for five cents and bribe me, whether it is true or false, at least I will be more cheerful when I scream, and Chad has no consciousness.

It's a pity that if Ping Zhongjing was a person with brains, he would not have done such a stupid thing as embezzling public funds back then, let alone leaving behind his wife who had just completed his confinement and was only forty days old.

"Boy, call Dad, don't be careful, I'll beat you. Ping Zhongjing obviously also sensed that his son's eyes were a little strange, especially Ping'an's sarcastic expression, and Ping Zhongjing immediately realized that he was hostile to his son.

"Yo, I'm not very old, my temper is not small, Dad, you dare not call it. ”

Ping Zhongjing is a little annoyed now, he also has his suffering, the life in prison is not good, he has been called by people as cattle and horses for more than ten years, he has long longed for the comfortable days at home that are going to be windy and rainy.

Before going home, Ping Zhongjing fantasized that as long as he came home, he would be able to suppress his wife and son with a shock, and then return to the comfortable little days of twelve years ago.

But he never expected that his wife would suppress him, but as soon as this son saw him, he didn't call him father, and he glared at him like an enemy.

Being hostile to this kind of thing by his own son, no one will be happy when they encounter it, let alone Ping Zhongjing.

And to deal with disobedient children, Lao Tzu across the country usually believes that filial piety can be produced under the stick.

Ping Zhongjing was naturally no exception, he directly rewarded Ping'an with a slap, and complained to the daughter-in-law on the side: "Look at it, during the time I was not at home, what was this kid taught by you? ”

Hurt!

After eating Ping Zhongjing's slap, the pain on his face was secondary, and more of the anger in his heart, and the account book in his heart turned out again.

"I don't call. ”

Ping An stubbornly said, his grandmother is very strong in his temperament, otherwise he would not subdue the children of his age who scolded him and bullied him one by one, and Ping Zhongjing's slap immediately evoked some unpleasant memories of his childhood.

Ping An remembered that when he was eight or nine years old, once he was bullied by a child in the same class at school, he naturally fought back and beat the boy who was not able to do anything, but provoked the other party's parents.

"Don't play with him, his father is a labor prisoner, a corrupt person, and a big bad. Play with him, sooner or later you will have to learn badly. The child's parents were in the classroom, in front of his teacher, in front of all his classmates, pointing at Ping An and scolding him like this.

Ping An remembered that he cried at that time, crying very sadly, and he ran home in one breath and asked his mother: "Mom, they say that my father is a labor prisoner, and I am the son of a bad person." ”

"Mom, is my dad a corrupt person, is he a big villain?"

Chen Xiaoyi didn't answer, but cried with a "wow" hugging Ping'an, and the mother and son cried together, which was the saddest cry in Ping'an's memory.

From then on, the sons of the prisoners, the sons of the embezzlers, and the sons of the big villains were all detained on the head of peace.

How many times, after being wronged, Ping An kept asking himself: Why is my father a labor prisoner, why did he commit a crime, and why did he go to prison......

And now, with the slap of Ping Zhongjing, all these memories have surfaced......

New hatred and old hatred, coupled with the grievances in my heart, all the grievances and anger of Ping An all broke out at this moment: "I don't know you, and I don't have a father who is a prisoner in labor camp, I was raised by my mother, you give me a ...... out"

"Yo, you kid wants to rebel against the sky, even Lao Tzu doesn't recognize it, and you dare to scold...... I hacked you!"

Ping Zhongjing is really on fire now, mainly because he feels that he can't hold his face, and he feels that his majesty as a father has been seriously provoked by being exposed by his own son like this.

Ping Zhongjing never had a soft hand, raised his eyebrows, picked up the broom at the door and greeted Ping'an.

Cracking sound!

While smoking, he didn't care about the debt to Ping'an's mother and son over the years, or in his heart, there was no so-called debt, anyway, Lao Tzu beat his son, it was justified, so he was awe-inspiring.

"Zhongjing, what are you doing when you come back and beat the child?"

Chen Xiaoyi intervened to stop her, and her worries became a reality.

"You are a loser, you are stupid to go to prison? ”

"Stop......"

Hearing the sound of Ping'an's crying, the grandmothers, grandfathers, uncles, and second aunts who lived in the same courtyard and had been paying attention to the movement here early in the morning entered the house one after another, and stopped shouting.

"I don't have a dad like him. ”

Pingan, who is in the embryonic stage of youthful rebellion, is like a powder keg that explodes at a moment.

What's more, he is not wrong, there is no mistake at all, it is Ping Zhongjing who is at fault, the resentment he held in his heart exploded all at once, and when the elders scolded and accused Ping Zhongjing angrily, Ping An shook his head angrily and rushed out of the house, he decided to run away from home.

Every child who is beaten and feels wronged has a dream of running away from home.

Ping An was no exception, and he ran out of town, into the old forest, and climbed into a nearby mountain.

The place where he lived safely was a small town in Guizhou Province that could not be found on the map, surrounded by mountains, and it was the kind of giant mountain range with mountain after mountain, with large trees and deep forests, high and dangerous, as soon as he entered the depths of the forest, even if he was an experienced hunter, he was easy to get lost without the guidance of a mountain dog.

Ping'an, full of anger and resentment, has long left the admonitions of the adults behind, his heart is full of grievances, crying while running, he can't run, he climbs on a stone and whimpers and buries his head and cries, his heart is ruthless, and he will not return to the home where Ping Zhongjing is here.

"Grandma will definitely not spare him, and will scold him to death. ”

"Grandpa will definitely avenge me and whip him hard. ”

After thinking about it, the sky was getting dark, the mountains and forests were quiet, no one came to look for him, and the anger in Ping's heart was almost vented, and he was a little scared in his heart.

Moreover, the winter of 97 was already cold, and Ping An was in a primeval forest, even if he was wearing a thick cotton coat and a sweater wrapped in it, he still felt the mountain breeze biting.

But let him take the initiative to go back like this, and Ping An stubborn can't do it.

"Big deal, I'll stay here all night,"

As soon as the ruthlessness of peace came, ten cows could not pull it back. He decided, and stayed here for the night.

He picked up two swarthy stones on the ground and smashed them together with all his might, thus strengthening his fearless determination to fight Taira's wells to the end.

Click!

The two stones in his hand have long been weathered after countless years of wind and sun.

As soon as he exerted his strength, it immediately cracked, and a strange thing suddenly fell out of one of the pieces, and his attention was immediately attracted.

It was what looked like two metal balls, one large and one small, connected together like a small gourd, only half the size of his palm.

But what is different from ordinary gourds is that it is not only metal, but also engraved with strange patterns on two balls of different sizes that he has never seen before, which looks very quaint and mysterious, looking like the wings of a pair of small birds.

What is this not West?

How could there be a gourd in a stone?

The curiosity was aroused, and he forgot to cry, forgot the grievances in his heart, forgot everything, and stretched out his hand, which had been cut several times by thorns when he was going up the mountain, and picked it up.

The golden gourd, as if shining, was stained with the blood on his fingers, and it looked very beautiful.

"Is it made of gold?"

Gold is very valuable, but Ping An knows that his grandmother has a very large and heavy gold bracelet, and he also knows that gold is softer than copper, and his teeth can bite.

Just as he was about to put it in his mouth and bite it, a sharp pain suddenly came from his hand holding the golden gourd!

Pain!

It hurts to the bone marrow, it hurts my heart, and it hurts so much that it makes people desperate.

Before Ping'an's tears and snot flowed out, he saw a scene that made people's scalp tingle.

Several of his fingers, which had been punctured by thorns, kept bleeding.

One by one, as if they didn't want money, they flowed out desperately, all flocking to the golden gourd in his hand. Soon, it was dyed red, and then the blood soaked into the pair of wings on the gourd's body.

Then, as if alive, the blood flowed with the carved patterns of the wings, quickly filling it. Then Ping An seemed to see a faint glow flickering on the golden gourd.

Dazzling, extremely brilliant.

Ping An's eyes widened, and when he was in extreme panic in his heart, the culprit who had sucked a lot of his blood disappeared from his hands under the gaze of Ping An's eyes.

"There are ghosts. ”

Ping An suddenly had a spirit, his hairs stood on end, the cold air rushed to his whole body, and his head naturally popped up, an ugly and fierce image of a demon that he had seen in a certain movie, and then red blood......

Go home.

"I'm going home. ”

Ping An vows never to run away from home again!

After a snap, Ping An immediately jumped up, probably because he had lost too much blood, or because he was crying too sadly. In short, as soon as Ping An stood up, his head was dizzy, and it was suddenly dark in front of him, and then he fainted cleanly.

Or maybe he fell asleep because Heian had a very strange dream.

In the dream, it was a mess, he couldn't remember what he had seen or heard, everything was so blurry.

In the dream, there seemed to be clouds and rain, mountains and rivers, wind, thunder and lightning, a bit like the scene in the "Fengshen List" he had watched.

In the end, Ping An seemed to see a majestic figure, and the golden gourd that had sucked a lot of blood from him, and then he magically heard a vast and majestic voice in his ears:

"Please turn around, baby. ”