Chapter 2: Wake up

() Changshan Town is a large town, located in the center of several surrounding townships. No need to open a market.
When I arrived at the market, my grandfather bought me a new dress, which cost more than a hundred. Most of the annual fee my parents sent back was spent. Grandpa saved some money for his own labor, weighed meat, and bought fish. After thinking about it, I bought a few long-tube fireworks.
"My boy, if others don't treat you as a human being, you have to stand up! Take it!" Grandpa said sadly when he stuffed the fireworks into my hand.
Every year during the New Year, the street vendors always say that the narrow streets are crowded with people. At first glance, you can only see the darkened area. You can't see the road ahead at all.
I squeezed to and fro in the crowd with my grandfather, but the noise of the market seemed to be muted in my ears. The piece of metal that I have been holding with my hand has been worn by my grandfather with a red string and hung around my neck, but I am still used to pinching the piece of metal in the palm of my hand.
The patterns on the metal pieces have already been imprinted on my heart. When I close my eyes, I can see that the black and white fish is constantly turning, and the patterns around the black and white fish are constantly changing. Grandpa put the purchased things in the basket and picked it up with a pole. One hand has to hold me down. The people on the road were bustling, and Grandpa had a very difficult walk along the way.
Along the way, Grandpa told me to stop, I would stop, let me go, I would go. Slowly, the lively bazaar has been left behind by us.
Because Grandpa and I are at home, preparations for this year are very simple. Several pieces of bacon that had been smoked black hung on the stove, and some fish were hung on the roof of the hall. These things will be brought to my mom and dad when people who work in the south go to the south after the Chinese New Year.
On the first day of the new year, there is no bloody, chicken, duck and fish must be killed before the year. Grandpa worked all day alone. In the evening, he took me to set off fireworks.
"Yangyang, come, these fireworks belong to you." Grandpa stuffed the fireworks into my hand.
I just held the fireworks in my hand mechanically.
"Hey." Grandpa sighed, and took me to the empty place of Shaiguping, "Come on, Grandpa will set off fireworks with you."
Grandpa took my hand to light the fireworks, and then held my hand to lift the fireworks high.
boom!
The fireworks rushed into the sky and exploded suddenly, blooming a colorful flower in the sky.
"Look, how beautiful!"
There was also a bang in my mind, and I woke up suddenly reads(); very pretty fruit grower.
"grandfather."
"Hey. Huh?" Grandpa looked at me in surprise at that moment, as if being electrocuted.
"You, do you call again?" Grandpa clasped my shoulders tightly with both hands.
"Grandpa." I called again. My eyes have become clear again. More aura than usual children.
"Good grandson, my good grandson!" Grandpa hugged me tightly, tears bursting into tears.
"Grandpa, I'm fine." I haven't spoken for more than two years. When speaking, some are not neat, but the logic of speaking is better than that of my peers.
Grandpa took me in the hall and knelt on the ground facing the ancestor's tablet.
"Thank you ancestor for blessing! Thank you ancestor for blessing!"
But I know that in the past two years when I didn't speak, I realized a lot of truth. I only need to look at the wind and grass to know the weather is sunny or rainy. Whether sleeping or awake, standing or sitting, stopping or walking, I can feel the ubiquitous vitality between heaven and earth at any time. I know how to store my vital energy into my body, and then excrete the muddy qi in my lungs.
All this of mine has nothing to do with my ancestors who have turned into dust, but has a lot to do with my hardworking grandpa. Without grandpa's care, I'm afraid I would have long been lost in the world of metal pieces.
This piece of metal is like a spark, igniting the fire in my body. In other words, it is my key to the world of monasticism. The piece of metal is actually a very simple bronze plaque engraved with the yin and yang gossip array. But for me, it is extremely precious.
Because I left the mark of my soul in the process of enlightenment, this originally extremely ordinary bronze medal has become somewhat different. Exudes an extremely mysterious light. It is also called "Baoguang". It is no longer an ordinary piece of metal. With Baoguang protection, even if buried in the ground for a hundred years, it will never rust again.
"Okay, okay, get up quickly. Yangyang, grandpa take a closer look." Grandpa quickly pulled me up. I found that Grandpa's left foot was shaking. Grandpa suffered when he was young. He was building a railway on the ice and snow, and his feet suffered frostbite, and the root cause of the disease was left. When the weather changes, the pain will be severe.
"Grandpa, your feet hurt again?" Grandpa's pain seemed to be holding my heart, making me feel extremely distressed.
"Again?" Grandpa was surprised by my wording. I have been stupid for two years. Two years ago, I was a five-year-old child. How can I know his cold legs?
I didn't explain anything, nor can I explain these things clearly, "Grandpa, let me scald your feet with hot water."
I asked Grandpa to sit down first, ran over to pour a pot of hot water with a wooden plate, brought it to Grandpa, and then helped Grandpa take off his shoes and socks, and then moved Grandpa’s feet to the plate.
"Grandpa, sit down. I'll wash your feet. From now on, I will honor your old man." I said seriously. A seven-year-old child, getting serious, is always a little childish.
But grandpa was very moved when he heard it, and tears rolled in his eyes: "Hey, we Yangyang are sensible."
I scalded my feet with hot water while mobilizing the vitality of the world to nourish my sore spots.
"Hey, it's so comfortable." I don't know if Grandpa feels comfortable with his feet or his heart.
The Year of the Rabbit in 1999 is the new beginning of my life.
But to the villagers, I am still so special. The children in the village still dare not get too close to me. But for me, I no longer belong to the world of these little kids. I still don't speak much, not smirking.
Although my parents knew that I had spoken again, they didn't have any response reads(); Heilan Doujin's Magical Youth (Black Miracle). They seem to have given me up.
I am indeed quite different from other children. Counting my brother in the family, there are a total of six people, and there are five people in the field. There are more than five acres in total. Grandpa raised a scalper. Now that I am well, the task of herding cows naturally falls on me.
The children in the village still rejected me, so naturally they would not let me go into the mountains with the cattle herding team. I am too lazy to follow them into the mountains. The grass on the ridge is also very fresh and tender. It is just that the cows will steal the crops. Children are generally not allowed to lead the cattle on the ridge. And this is more tiring.
But I have a better way. I can pull the cow out, draw a vitality into the ox's head, and then shout: "Only eat grass!"
I actually don't know how to train the scalpers, but this shot really worked. I wound the rope of the oxen directly around the two horns of the ox. Then I sat on the rock by the roadside in a daze.
The villagers hurried over when they saw a scalper grazing on the field without looking after them.
"Yangyang! Are you stupid again? If you eat my seedlings, you must pay for it!"
I don’t even bother to deal with it. No one in the village dared to do anything to me.
The man ran to the field and saw that the cow did not eat a crop at all. Nibbled the grass honestly.
After the incident spread, the people in the village even believed that I had hit the evil. Otherwise, how could such a strange thing happen?
Grandpa hates people most for saying that I hit evil, and often scolds people in the village. Therefore, the people in the village no longer dared to speak against evil and silly things in front of me. But secretly, who can control others' mouths? The children in the village dare not play with me.
Fortunately, in the second half of the year, I am going to school. I was seven years old by the time I was in 1999. If it weren't for the delay in entering the path, I should have attended preschool in 1997 and elementary school in 1998. Fortunately, I woke up at this time, otherwise, the last elementary school will have to wait until the next century.
My parents didn’t seem to care at all about going to elementary school, nor did they send money back. Grandpa had long been dead to my parents. If it weren't for the little grandson, he would have called grandma back to Bajiao Village.
I am not as interested in going to school as other peers. The position of the station is higher, and it is natural to see further. I still can't see the mystery between heaven and earth, and I can't see through it, so what else is more interesting than this? Although I am awake, my life has completely changed.
When I go to sign up, my grandfather will take me there in person. When I was leaving, I looked up at the sky, then ran back and took an umbrella.
"Yangyang, there is such a big sun in the sky, you are afraid of getting an umbrella with you?" Grandpa didn't understand the use of my umbrella.
"Return to use. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" I did not explain. Just hold the umbrella.
Huang Shulang, the big fat man in the village, saw that I was holding an umbrella, so he yelled, "Look, that fool is still carrying an umbrella when he is so sunny!"
Big Fatty’s father, Huang Kui, is the butcher in the village, and he is required to kill pigs in the village. He often eats meat at home. This Huang Shulang likes to eat fat meat, but he became a fat man. The villagers said that the pig-killing house raised a fat pig.
Grandpa frowned when he heard Huang Shulang's words: "Weasel, I will eat zero eggs when I go back to the entrance examination. If your fat meat eats only meat and brains?"
Huang Shulang is not afraid of my grandfather, and dared to confront my grandfather, "This year, I will be downgraded, and I will be in the same class with Yangyang in the future. Look good, the last one must fall on your Yangyang head."
"Weasel, did you wake up?" Grandpa chuckled.
The school teachers have all heard of my name, but there is only one class in a grade, and I am at my age again. No matter how reluctant the first grade teacher Guo Daoying, he can only let me sign up. But from her face, I can know that she is not willing to accept me as a student.