Chapter 1: Entrance

　　 My name is Huang Jingyang. I was born on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month in 1992, and I am the eldest son of my family.
　　 I was born in a remote mountain village in the southwest. When I was born, my father was working outside, and he was not yet one year old, and my mother followed his father to work. After many years, children like me are called left-behind children.
　　In our rural areas, the first child gave birth to a daughter, and it was possible to have a second child. Those who give birth to a boy for the first time like my family are not allowed to have a second child. When I was young, I was no different from other kids. I just listened to my grandparents saying that I love to cry at night. Crying doesn't seem to be a big problem. My grandma used to say that I was supposed to be a girl, and it was a mistake.
　　 When he was five years old, he went to the mountains with his grandfather to herd cattle and retrieved a round piece of metal from the mountain. Since that day, my life has become a little weird.
　　 The piece of metal was rusted badly. When I picked it up, I couldn't see the words and patterns on it. After returning home, I polished off the rust on the outside. The inside turned out to be yellow. The pattern on it was very strange. I glanced at it as if I was sucked in by the pattern. From that day on, I became different from other kids.
　　 "Oh, why has Yangyang become a little weird recently? I don't run out to play much." Grandma was the first to discover my abnormality.
　　 "Maybe I miss my mom and dad. I don't know how to come back all year round. After raising my son, I have to raise my grandson. This world, alas!" Grandpa didn't care much.
　　 I didn't seem to hear any sound at all. The pattern on the piece of metal moved in my eyes. I saw the endless sky above; I saw the vast expanse of land; I saw thunder in nine days; I saw the breeze or the violent wind; I saw the majestic mountains and ridges; I saw sometimes calm as a mirror, sometimes rough rivers Lakes and seas; I saw the water turning into gas, the gas condensed into water, and the water solidified into ice and snow; I saw the raging fire...
　　 And all the sensual wild horses in life have disappeared from my mind. Grandma shook my body anxiously, but I couldn't feel it; Grandpa called my name anxiously, but I couldn't hear it either.
　　 Mom and Dad who hadn't come home for so many years also hurried back, holding me around for medical treatment, but I still couldn't feel it.
　　 No one knows what happened to me.
　　 Someone in the village said that I was caught by an evil spirit. Grandpa found that I was holding a piece of metal tightly in his hand, with some fearful patterns on it, and wanted to the piece of metal from my hand.
　　Although I don’t know anything about the outside world, I only love this piece of metal as life. I was sobbing and crying, hugging the piece of metal tightly.
　　 Grandma couldn't bear to see me crying like that, so she didn't allow Grandpa to take away the metal pieces that I regarded as life.
Mom and Dad took me to the hospitals in the county and province, and turned all the money I earned over the years into a bunch of useless tickets and bills, but I still didn’t wake up. . Whether it's the county hospital or the provincial hospital, they say that everything in my body is normal, except that I have some brain problems.
　　 I am not sick at all, how can the doctor make it clear?
　　 Grandparents went around asking God to worship Buddha, and found some village yin and yang to do things for me. How could these pretending people be able to cure me? After half a year, the savings at home were almost used. Grandparents, mom and dad are completely dead to me.
　　 After harvesting the rice in June, the family sat on Shaigu Ping to enjoy the coolness. I still stared at the metal pieces in my hand blankly.
　　 "Let's make another one!" The dry cigarette stick in Grandpa's hand was squeezed hard by him, and the flames flickered in the night.
　　 Grandma looked at me distressedly, and kept crying: "My dear grandson, how did you become like this?"
　　 Mom and Dad did not speak.
　　 After finishing the double grab, mom and dad went south to work again. When the Spring Festival this year, they did not come back. In the second year, they added a brother to me. Worried about being badly affected by me, they never brought my brother back. After the younger brother was born, grandma went there to take people. Only grandpa stays with me at home.
　　 Although I can’t respond to everything, I can see it all, but it’s all in my eyes, like a story on the screen, I’m just a spectator. This feeling is very strange. But more often, my mind is still immersed in the pattern on that piece of metal. In the center of the metal piece is a yin and yang fish pattern, which keeps turning.
　　 As soon as my grandma left, all the farm work in the family fell on my grandfather. Apart from doing farm work, my grandfather had to take care of me. I can deal with it easily. I can eat, drink and sleep, and I only need to say something from my grandpa, and I can do it.
　　Because I became like that, it was too evil. People in the village dare not let their children play with me. Even my parents dare not let my brother meet me, let alone others?
　　 When Grandpa went to work in the field, he put me on the ridge, put a small bench, and I could sit on the ridge for a long time. Next to me, I held an umbrella with a wooden stick to give me shade. Then grandpa went to work in the field. Grandpa is a capable man in the village, and he is a connoisseur of the various styles in the field.
　　 When the wind blew, the tied umbrella was too much affected by the wind, and it crooked to one side. The hot sun was blazing on me, but I didn't even notice it. Most of my eyes are on the metal pieces in my hands.
　　 Grandpa discovered the situation on my side after finishing his farm work. He rushed over, but was surprised to find that I had nothing to do, no sweat on my head. The clothes on her body are cool, not like being exposed to the sun. The ground I was sitting on turned out to be cool.
　　 Grandpa kept silent, put away the umbrella, and then pulled me up: "Go home, go home."
　　 People in the village will always ask me about my situation: "I haven't spoken for two years, right?"
　　 "Two years! Alas!" Grandpa always sighed.
　　 I fell into a very strange state at that time. I feel that there is a special connection between heaven, earth, thunder, wind, mountains, mountains, water, and fire. There is an energy that links these forms together. Later, I learned that this energy is called vitality.
　　 New Year is coming soon, other people's homes are lively, but ours is deserted and deserted. Grandpa and I are at home. Mom and Dad called during the Chinese New Year, saying that the hometown is too cold and afraid that my brother will be cold. Mom and Dad are working overtime when they are preparing for the New Year, and grandma will also bring his younger brother. The round trip is expensive. So this year, it is only me and grandpa at home.
　　 Grandpa is not very happy, but he never loses his temper in front of me. Just sullenly smokes. Everyone in the village has smoked filter cigarettes, but grandpa has not thrown away his dry cigarette sticks.
　　 "Second Uncle, Brother Seven asked me to bring two hundred yuan back so that your old man can buy some New Year's supplies." The one who spoke was the thirteenth uncle Huang Chenggao who worked with my parents in the south. Uncle Thirteen came back yesterday. The thirteenth uncle is my uncle in my own family. Uncle Thirteen and my dad are the same great-grandfather. There are sixteen uncles under the same great grandfather. My dad is ranked seventh. I am ranked tenth among my generation. There are more people in my generation, more than twenty.
　　 Grandpa's face was not so good these days, but seeing Uncle Thirteen coming over, he barely put a smile on his face.
　　 "Thirteen. Your seventh brother asked you to bring two hundred dollars? Didn't you bring anything else for the child?"
　　 "Second Uncle, look at what you said. If Brother Seven brings something back, I can still embezzle? I will bring two hundred yuan, nothing else." Thirteenth uncle smiled.
　　 "I didn't say that you were corrupt. The two of them gave birth to a small child, and this big one is not a human?" Grandpa turned blue.
　　 "We were walking in a hurry, so I told my seventh brother temporarily. Seventh brother gave me two hundred dollars. Which parent does not remember his son?" Uncle Thirteen apparently didn't tell the truth. Can't lie to my grandfather. The Thirteenth Uncle glanced at me and said sly, "Looking at my memory, when I came out, I didn't expect to grab some candy for Yangyang."
"This kid committed evil (poor), this sweet and bitter ~EbookFREE.me~ is the same in his mouth. Fortunately, he is like this. He doesn't know who is treating him badly." Grandpa dried up. The eye sockets became a little moist.
　　 Uncle Thirteen was embarrassed, after a few words of greeting, he hurriedly left.
　　 Because of me, both adults and children in the village don't come to our house. After all, if a child who is alive and kicking has such an evil thing, who would dare to come here? In the village, I am an ominous person.
　　 At night, there was a whining sound from Grandpa's room.
　　 All this is in my eyes and in my ears. But I have no joy or sadness. Watching this all happen coldly.
　　The white clouds are long, the mountains are green and the water is gurgling. Everything is like a cloud of smoke.
　　 The next day, early in the morning, my grandfather took me to the street.
　　 Although I do not respond to any calls from my relatives, I will always do it mechanically when they ask me to do it.
　　 My grandpa and I walk silently on the road, which always feels strange.
　　 "Your grandson is really obedient. He walked all the way without being noisy or noisy. If it were my grandson, it would have been flying all over the sky." An old man on the same road couldn't help but say something.
　　 "My grandson has this temperament." The smile on Grandpa's face was stiff.
　　 At this moment, someone beside the old man whispered a few words in his ear. The old man glanced at me with weird eyes.
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