Jiang Jiutian sat in his small courtyard in a daze.

He now not only knows that his father's name is Jiang Dazhuang, but also knows that his mother's name is Geng Feihua, and he also knows that his village is called Qingyun Village, and he also knows that his own mountain is called Qingyun Mountain, and he also knows that the large areas of high and low mountains around his house belong to Qingyun Mountain, and the vast land under his feet is called Qingyun Mountain Boundary.

In addition to the fact that the father and mother belong to themselves, this Qingyun Village, Qingyun Mountain, Qingyun Mountain Range, and Qingyun Mountain Realm certainly do not belong to a certain family.

But he likes to think of everything with the word "home". There is a magic to these two words, which gives him a sense of intimacy and makes him feel at ease. As long as he recited these two words silently, he was not worried about the missing memories, he was not afraid of all the unknowns, not floating in the sky, but down-to-earth.

Yesterday when he entered the house, it was not like Jiang Dazhuang said before, his mother might beat him and still need his father to run away with his father and son. In fact, his mother rushed out of the door from the moment she heard Jiang Dazhuang's howl, and in the yard, she rushed up and hugged his heart and liver and didn't let go.

When he entered the house and sat on the kang, his mother still pulled him and drove Jiang Dazhuang to cook, saying that he was worried about the child before and was not in the mood to do it, but now that the child has finally been recovered, he must take a good look at the child first.

Jiang Dazhuang touched his nose and went to the stove. Although he doesn't cook often, he also cooks and has a bit of craftsmanship. Seeing that the child is a little wrong, he has not spoken, and he doesn't know what he encountered outside, he is a rough man who has no careful mind and doesn't know how to listen to it.

Geng Feihua did not ask Jiang Jiutian carefully as Jiang Dazhuang thought. When Jiang Dazhuang went to the stove, she first washed Jiang Jiutian's hands, face and neck with a basin of water, and then took another basin of water to wash Jiang Jiutian's legs and feet, found new clothes for Jiang Jiutian to change, and then took a comb and carefully combed Jiang Jiutian's hair and tied it on the top of his head. After Jiang Jiutian's whole person was cleaned up, she hugged Jiang Jiutian, rested her chin on the top of Jiang Jiutian's head, stroked Jiang Jiutian's back with her hand for a while, and hummed an unknown little song in her mouth.

Jiang Jiutian was dazed in Geng Feihua's arms, and when he was about to fall asleep, Jiang Dazhuang finished the meal, brought it to the table in the hall, and let them eat it.

At the dinner table, Jiang Dazhuang babbled and tried to tease Jiang Jiutian to speak, but Jiang Jiutian just kept silent, Jiang Dazhuang said self-deprecatingly: "Hehe, we didn't open our mouths to amuse Le'er, and we couldn't tease Jiu'er even if we tried our best." Don't say it, don't say it, eat, eat. ”

A trace of worry flashed in Geng Feihua's eyes, but he smiled: "You can't stop your mouth when you eat! "I gave Jiang Jiutian another big chopsticks and meat dishes, and asked him to eat more.

After eating and washing, Geng Feihua drove Jiang Dazhuang to the West House to sleep by himself, saying that he would accompany the child to chat. Jiang Dazhuang muttered, "I also want to accompany the child to chat!" but he didn't insist, and rolled up the mat and the spare bedding to cover the West House. Although the West House has Jiang Jiutian's small bed and small bed, it can't sleep with Jiang Dazhuang, an adult.

Geng Feihua placed Jiang Jiutian in the quilt, blew out the light, and lay down herself, hugged Jiang Jiutian, stroked his back, and said in a low voice: "Baby, what's the matter?

Jiang Jiutian grabbed one of his mother's arms, was silent for a while, and suddenly cried out: "I...... I don't remember...... I don't remember anything...... I'm a little scared......"

Geng Feihua hugged him tightly and patted him on the back: "Don't cry! Don't cry! The baby doesn't cry! The mother is here! The mother is here, it's okay! You little baby, what can you remember, there is not much to remember." I can't remember what, my mother told you that. If you don't even know about your mother, it doesn't matter if you don't know. "I don't ask the antecedents, I just chattered about the family history first, and then the east and the west, as if I was addicted, even the legends of the gods and monsters up and down the mountain, and the strange things in the surrounding realms also came together, and I talked about it in the middle of the night, and I didn't care if such a child understood or not, but it seemed that there were a few baskets of words that wanted to be poured out, and now I finally found an opportunity, and finally fell asleep when I was really tired.

The next morning, Jiang Dazhuang got up early, prepared a simple breakfast and heated it in the pot, ate some in a hurry, and set off for the town with the men who helped find people yesterday. If someone finds a child and invites someone to the town to eat wine and meat, they can't break their promise, and everyone just happens to sell the mountain goods they have stored in the town recently. The name of the town is called Qingyun Town, and the name is easy to come up with, but it is a little far, and you have to leave early and come back in time at night.

The mother and son slept until midnight, and the sun rose in the middle of the sky before they got up to wash. After eating Jiang Dazhuang's breakfast that was hot in the pot, Geng Feihua washed clothes in the yard, and Jiang Jiutian sat in his small courtyard in a daze.

Geng Feihua rubbed two handfuls of clothes and glanced at Jiang Jiutian, as if he was afraid that Jiang Jiutian would disappear if he didn't pay attention to him for a while.

Jiang Jiutian was stunned for a while and looked at Geng Feihua who was scrubbing his clothes, then at the clouds in the sky, at the low fence wall, at the cattle and sheep a little farther away, at the pigsty on the west side of the yard, at the carefree chickens running around in the yard, at his new clothes, at the new straw sandals on his feet, and at his tender little hands and feet. If it weren't for Geng Feihua, he would still want to take out the bronze mirror in the house and take a closer look at his face in the mirror. Although he had already seen it in a small puddle yesterday, he still wanted to see more.

Jiang Jiutian now knows that he is Jiang Dazhuang's late son. Jiang Dazhuang and Geng Feihua have been married for many years and have not given birth to children, so they are so anxious that they can't do it, both of them are a little suspicious of whether there is something wrong with their bodies that is not conducive to their children's rest, but there is no result when they go to the town to seek medical advice, and there is no way to ask them for help in a farther place. Later, thinking that they should rely on the mountain to eat the mountain and rely on the water to draft the water, they should rely on Qingyun Mountain to ask the mountain god for help, so they offered the mountain god to ask for a son at home. I don't know if it's because the mountain god is not a child, no matter what happens, Geng Feihua's stomach still hasn't moved in a year or two. The mountains don't accept concubines and maids, Jiang Dazhuang and Geng Feihua have already lost their thoughts, and when they are destined to have no children, Geng Feihua is actually pregnant. It was a desperate situation, Jiang Dazhuang and Geng Feihua were overjoyed.