"Grandpa!" When the child next to me saw that I was awake, he turned around and hugged my thigh.

"Whose grandfather is it? Let go, let go! I shook my body and scurried up on the soles of my feet, looking at the child hanging on my lap.

This--this--why is this kid so black?

"Grandpa, I'm Qingshan! You don't remember? My name is still yours. "The child is quite strong, and my legs are a little swollen and painful with both hands. Let me shake my legs back and forth, left and right, and he just won't come down.

"Wait, wait. Did you recognize the wrong person?" I leaned over and broke the child's little hand. But the child was as stubborn as a donkey, and his hands tightened.

"How could my own grandfather not know me? You're my grandfather. The child raised his head as if he had been greatly wronged, and the tears in his eyes poured out like clear spring water.

"Good, good. Don't cry. You let go first. "Don't look at us as tall and big, but I can't see others shed tears, let alone a child.

"Grandpa really doesn't recognize Aoyama? Wow wow, wow--- "The child cried more when he saw my reaction. That's called a earth shaking mountain! I felt like my little thatched hut was about to collapse with his cries.

"My little ancestor! Alright, alright. You're my grandfather. Can you stop howling! I covered the child's mouth. At this cry, wouldn't the village idlers who liked gossip immediately rush to the door?

"You say I'm your grandfather. Then I ask you, do you know who I am?" I'm going crazy with the look in this kid's eyes. It's so true! Just one glance made me wonder if I really had amnesia and who I had children with before. This kid is really my boy's child.

"Hmph--you're my grandfather!" The child took a sharp breath and replied loudly.

"Okay, okay, I'm your grandfather. Do you know what my name is?" It takes a bit of patience to communicate with children.

"Your name? Well--I think about it--- "Children are children after all, and if they can't answer my question, they immediately lose three points."

"Look, you don't even know your grandfather's name. So, you must have mistaken the person. Come on, come on, be good, let go of your hands, and hurry outside to find your real grandpa. I think your grandfather lost you and is in a hurry to find you. I patted the child on the head.

"You're my grandfather. I remember. Your name is BIBS. The child suddenly came to his senses.

"What do you say my name is? Beanstalk! Your grandfather is not called Qingmiao! When I heard the child's words, I couldn't help but be angry. Not for anything else, just for the word "green seedlings". It's a title that haunts my nightmare. If it weren't for the name, I wouldn't be as depressed as I am now.

"That's right, you're my grandfather, so you're called Qingmiao!" The child's eyes were full of excitement.

"Say, 'Who sent you?' Why do you know my previous name?" I grabbed the child by the arm and pulled him up.

"I heard that bad grandfather who captured me call you that, so ---Wow-wow-" The child was so frightened that he burst into tears in the middle of his sentence.

"Don't cry! Tell me who your father is?" I began to wonder if this child was a joke played by some of my childhood playmates who deliberately left me at my house while I was sleeping.

"Well--- are parents and parents?" The child scratched his head with his little hands.

"It's the two people who gave birth to you and raised you." I guess this kid should be a foreigner, and he can't even figure out what "daddy" means.

"My mom - uh-huh--- it's your daughter, her name is Xiaoli, and my dad's name is Baishi." The child lowered his head and sobbed.

"Who put you in my house?" It's really weird. I once fantasized that if we got married and had a daughter, I was really going to call it "Xiaoli".

"Grandpa, you really don't remember? We both fell into a big fire pit together, and here we were. "It may be a little uncomfortable for the child to be carried by me, and with my other hand I grabbed the hand that was holding his arm.

"If you don't tell the truth, I'm going to beat you up." This kid is so good at making up. I held up a hand and pretended to spank him.

"I'm not lying. Grandpa, it hurts! The child looked up at me pitifully.

The child's "pain" made my heart tense inexplicably, and my hand couldn't help but loosen.

"Grandpa, why don't you remember me? Wow wow---" As soon as the child fell to the ground, he hugged my thigh again and cried.

I'm a head two big. has lived for more than 30 years, and there is no way to be cleaned up by a hairy child.

"Alright, stop howling. Hungry, right? Let's go, I'll take you to town to find something to eat. "As soon as I saw this child's posture, if I continued to make trouble like this, maybe the three aunts and six women from all walks of life would trample on the thin threshold of my family. Our reputation is stinky. Poor, more than 30 of us haven't married a daughter-in-law yet, won't we be a bachelor for the rest of our lives! As the saying goes, "You can't be too anxious about everything, and this rush will be messed up." "Today, we have to take our time.

"How old are you? Do you remember where your home is?" Ignoring the surprised gazes of pedestrians on the side of the road, I dragged my child all the way to a small restaurant in the middle of town.

"I don't know. I don't know. "Hey--this kid got to the restaurant with his eyes fixed on the buns in the steamer. Whatever you ask is "I don't know".

"Kid, that's wrong with you. You see, this bun is something to buy. If you don't cooperate, you'll be hungry today. I patted the child's belly and looked at him with a smile.

"It's obviously someone's grandfather, but he doesn't admit it. Are you afraid that others will say that you are old?" The child pouted and didn't even look at me, staring intently at the restaurant guy's hand holding the bun.

"You stinky boy. Although I am thirty-six this year, I have not found a daughter-in-law yet! You can only be your uncle. Did you hear that?" In the face of this dark-faced child, I hated it so much that my teeth itched.

"I really don't understand grandpa. Maybe I was stupid by that yin and yang fire. But, Grandpa, I'm hungry. The child wiped a handful of saliva from the corner of his mouth and stared at me with a pair of pure and flawless eyes.

"I said that it wasn't my grandfather, it was my uncle. If you call me uncle, I'll buy you buns to eat. "I still don't believe it, I can't fight you little kid!

"Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa! Hum! Unexpectedly, the child was quite backbone, swallowed the saliva in his mouth, slid from the stool to the ground, and walked directly out of the store.

"Hey--- you don't eat buns?" I looked around and saw several diners glaring at me with disdain, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of disdain. What is this called?

"When I was in my mother's womb, my grandfather taught me to be a man with backbone. It's too embarrassing to call grandpa an uncle for a few buns. The child stood in front of the store and pouted angrily.

"Hey--you're funny, kid. You can hear your grandfather's teachings while you're still in your mother's womb? Could it be that you are a demon from heaven? Look at your dark appearance, what kind of thing does you look like a heavenly demon?" I couldn't help but be amused by the child's words.

"I don't know what a heavenly demon is. I only know that my grandfather used to be a god in the sky, and he was more interested than many immortals. At that time, when the fire erupted, the other immortals were so frightened that they just hid, and only Grandpa dared to rush forward. The child glanced at me with some disappointment.

"Phew, bah, bah. Immortals, like youkai, are bad things! You—I—hehe. Are you saying that I am a god in heaven? Is that like the Heavenly Demons, it specializes in removing immortals for the benefit of mortals? I thought! But half of our lives have passed, are there any gods who have lived so miserably?" I laughed and pulled at my patched kaftan.

"I don't know what the gods do. Anyway, grandpa used to be a god in the sky. I don't know why you're the way you are. The child twisted his head and didn't seem to want to look at me.

"Disgusting! Hehe, hehe. I--what makes me look disgusting?" I was speechless in the face of this little man. Although we are poor, we didn't steal or rob, and we lived an upright life, why did we become disgusting?

"Not recognizing your grandson, isn't that disgusting enough? You still want me to call you uncle, no way! Hum! The child shook his head firmly.

"I--I'm not your grandfather. Why do you have to lie to me?" I was so angry with this kid that my hands trembled, and if I hadn't seen that he was a child, I would have rushed up and strangled him.

"You say no, no? You fell into that big fire pit with me in your arms, and then we got here. It's like a different person when you get here, and you don't recognize me at all. Grandpa, think about it again. At that time, you and a group of heavenly immortals didn't know what they were doing. I was taken away by that bad grandpa. My mom and my dad, as well as Uncle Xiaowu and Uncle Baiyu, they surrounded that bad grandfather and wanted me to snatch it back. That bad grandfather saw that there were many of us, and threw me from the sky. You were the one who caught me. Think about it, grandpa. Have you forgotten it all? The more the child spoke, the more excited he became, his face full of snot and tears. For some reason, looking at his appearance, my heart hurt inexplicably.

"Good, good. Don't cry, don't cry. Can't I buy you buns to eat?" I really couldn't do anything about this child, so I touched the two copper plates in my arms. It seems that from tomorrow onwards, we will have to join the team of the gang called Huazi in the center of the town.

I --- Aomori and live in Wanghu Village, east of Changqing Town. When I was a child, my family was quite passable. My parents are only children, and I have been pampered since I was a child, unlike other children who have to go to the fields to help before they have a hoe, so that I can't even tell the difference between weeds and wheat seedlings. When I was a child, my parents had high expectations for me and sent me to the town school early. However, because of my name, I only stayed in the school for less than a year and a half, and then I started skipping school. In desperation, my parents had to change my name. By the way, my former name was really BIBS. Because we are five big and three thick, and the name "Qingmiao" is too delicate, the children in the town in the school laughed at me for this, and gave me a more apt nickname--- "Zhuangcao". Grandma's, strong is strong, but we are "seedlings" anyway! In the future, if I want to be a useful pillar of the country, how can I be scandalized as "grass"? What is even more hateful is that among the children in the same village who went to school with me was a rather fruitful girl, named Niu Huan, who was nicknamed "Fat Niu." Just because Niu Huan and I often go to the school together, I don't know when the rumor of "fat cows eat strong grass" began to spread in the school. Don't look at Niu Huan's girl who looks like a dragon and a horse, but she is shy and sensitive in her bones, and she can't bear to be so humiliated by her classmates, so she can't think of jumping into Longfeng Lake on the edge of the town for a while. Fortunately, Niu Huan's body was wide and did not sink for a while, only to be found that he had picked up a small life. After that, she never appeared in Changqing again. As the saying goes, "rumors are fiercer than tigers"! At the beginning, this huge pressure was held up by the two of them, and we can still hold on. After all, we are men. But once the two supports become stakes, we can't stand it! By the time more and more parents in the town led their children who had been beaten by me to complain to my husband, our book would be over. In desperation, my parents had no choice but to take me home, intending to invite a gentleman to come to their home to teach me alone. I don't know if I was troubled by my business, or because Niu Huan and his father came to the door every day to force him to get married. It was only a month after I got home, and my father couldn't afford to get sick, and he passed away not long after. Without my father at home, it's like the sky is falling. My mother suddenly lost her energy and washed her face with tears all day long. The land is also barren, chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep are not fed, the dead are dead, and the ones who are sold are sold. I was helpless to stand on the ground of my house with a hoe. Two years later, my mother was gone. Since then, I have become the only farmer in the village who does not know how to farm, and I can barely survive by selling the little belongings left by my parents. The big house was changed to a hut, and the hut became a thatched house. I'm so saddened! No, two days ago, I just replaced the last ornament in the house, the bronze oil lamp, with five copper plates (we don't have oil to light the lamp at night anyway). I bought five steamed buns with two copper plates and held them up for two days. Last night, I was so hungry that I was groggy, stroking the last three copper plates in my arms and looking at the translucent roof and sighing, praying in my heart, "God, give me a way to live", and then I lost my life. Unexpectedly, this morning, this strange thing came to the door.