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    Through conversations, I learned that after graduating from elementary school, Slam moved with his adoptive parents from the original town to this town. Later, after graduating from high school, he worked outside for a few years, came back, married a girl, opened a supermarket, and lived a good life.  Very sweet.  I envy him, this kind of life is really carefree.  For a moment, I even thought, if only I had been sold back then.  Regrettably, my parents are not honest people like the Luo couple, and neither of them are fuel-efficient.  I once imagined that my parents were poor farmers and cleaners. As long as the family was harmonious, they could do anything, but they were neither.  Let¡¯s talk about Master Shi Yongong first. My brother-in-law made an objective evaluation of him: ¡°I have never seen an unread person with such a bright mind. If he had not gambled or drank, he would have become a millionaire long ago.  ¡± There is a slight error in this sentence. In fact, Master Shi Yongyuan has studied, even if he only studied for a year.  My ancestors were landlords for generations, and they were severely criticized in a certain era. Master Shi Yongyuan was suppressed in his childhood and was forced to drop out of high school after only one year of high school.  In those days, children who dropped out of school had only one way out: to go home and work in the fields.  But Master Shi Yongyuan was not content with the status quo. He climbed on a train and ran away, never to be heard from again.  He only entered the first grade of elementary school when he was ten years old. When he came back a few years later, he was already a passionate young man of seventeen or eighteen years old.  He claimed to have learned skills from a master outside, and also said that his life was once saved by an old monk.  It was later that my grandparents discovered that his so-called craft was eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.  It didn¡¯t take long for him to become a well-known gangster.  At this time, the spring breeze of reform and opening up swept across the land of China.  Master Shi Yongyuan hung out in teahouses and restaurants, and from time to time he did a small business of reselling tobacco, wine, and tea. He actually made his first pot of gold, and he entered the 1980s with great strides.  In that era, he was simply a trendy boy among trendy boys. He wore bell-bottom pants, permed his afro, and danced breakdancing.  A man like this would turn heads too much when walking in a small town.  It is said that many young girls in Huaichun were obsessed with him, and among them there was an ignorant girl who was blind and wanted to marry him That ignorant girl was my mother.  After marriage, Master Shi Yongyong lived in peace for two years and had a child.  It was an autumn in 1983. Master Shi Yongyong met his savior, an old monk who was so praised by him that he was so amazing.  The old monk made some calculations and thought that the child was a father-in-law, so Master Shi Yongyong threw his only son to his parents' home without hesitation. However, the parents did not agree with his approach, so Master Shi Yongyong gave the newly weaned son  The child was left at the mother-in-law's house.  Perhaps because of the loss of his only child, Master Shi Yongyuan felt a little disappointed, so in 1984, he had a second son named Xiaohai, who is my younger brother.  In this way, Master Shi Yongyong's family of three lived a happy and sweet life. They did a lot of business and soon became a famous millionaire household in the town. They had long forgotten that there was a child sitting on the top of the mountain eagerly every day in a small mountain village.  Waiting for his parents to pick him up and take him home.  In the summer of 1990, my grandmother took me, who was about to be eight years old, to a small town.  I was very excited that day, I thought, I, Hu Hansan, am finally back!  After returning home, I witnessed a negotiation involving a large number of people.  One side of the negotiation is my grandma, my uncle, and my aunt, and the other side is my grandma, my uncle, and my aunt. The topic of their negotiation is: Should I have a third child?  Master Shi Yongyuan was determined to have a third child. I will never forget what he said that day: "I dreamed several times that I had a daughter. It would be great to have a son and a daughter. I must give birth to her!"  He scolded: "What do you mean one son and one daughter? Don't you have two sons?" Master Shi Yongyong looked down at me. The vague image of my father in my memory finally became clear. This extremely clear man said something incomparable  Clear words: "This little bastard is trying to defeat me, I don't have a son!" Then a lot of them started arguing, my mind was buzzing, I couldn't hear the people around me, couldn't see the people around me, only  I looked down on the face that I had missed for so many years but was full of disgust for me.  It turns out that in his eyes, I'm just a little bastard.  This negotiation ended in a breakdown, and my grandmother was so angry that she went back to her hometown alone, vowing never to take me with her again.  My parents had no choice but to accept me as a hot potato in order to give birth to my future sister.  My situation at the time was just like the transfer in the football world later. When a certain club bought a big-name star, it also bought a substitute player as a supplement.  And I am that insignificant substitute player.  At that time, I was not completely desperate because I had a mother.  I think, even if my father doesn¡¯t like me, my mother definitely likes me.    I have always been firm in this belief. I have been home for half a year. At least, my mother has not hit me.  He just likes Xiaohai better. I think there is a reason for this, because Xiaohai¡¯s academic performance is very good.  Later I thought that this might be another reason for me to study hard.  Six months later, my belief is no longer so firm and is constantly wavering.  April 13, 1991, February 29 of the lunar calendar, is the birthday of Guanyin Bodhisattva.  When school was over at noon that day, my mother asked us to offer incense to the Bodhisattva.  I suddenly felt chills all over my body and asked her: "Mom, do you believe this too?" She said: "Yes, when your dad was talking about being friends with me, he gave me a string of Buddhist beads as a token of love. You see, I  I still have it on my hand. If I hadn¡¯t seen him believe in Buddhism, I wouldn¡¯t have married him.¡± I asked her the second question in a sudden turn: ¡°Then am I your biological child?¡± She said nothing and turned back.  Just gave me a slap in the face.  That was the first time she hit me, but I don't blame her, because when my aunt came to visit my house a few days ago, she secretly told me: "Your mother is going to give birth to a younger sister. She has a bad temper, so don't mess with her." I thought,  She definitely didn't hit me on purpose.  I stroked my face and asked her the third question: "Mom, there is something I have been thinking about for a long time on the mountain. I have always wanted to ask you, did you ever stop my father when he sent me to the mountain?" She  I was stunned for a moment, then waved my hand and slapped me again, scolding: "Kid, why do you care about this?" That was probably the first time I showed my stubbornness in front of my parents. I was beaten to numbness after being slapped left and right.  .  I asked the fourth question, and after hearing this question, she finally did not slap her for the third time.  I asked her: "Mom, when I was at grandma's place, did you miss me?" ¡¤
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