When I was a child, I was happiest on July 16 every year, when it was said to be my birthday, but it was actually the day my dad took me home.
I don't know anything about my Yan Li, I've always been kept in the dark, and I've always been happy and stupid to call myself the young owner of Chen Ji Pharmacy.
Like an ordinary child, I look forward to my birthday every year, because on this day, my father will definitely take me to the temple on the mountain to burn incense and kowtow to donate merit.
This day is the happiest day for me except for the Chinese New Year, because my father can play with me all day long, and there are many interesting things on the way up and down the mountain that can attract me, even the cigarette-filled monastery on the mountain and the chanting of monks are very interesting and fun for me.
Xu is related to the temple because of the monks, I am very kind when the monks see me, and there will always be people who touch my head and sigh: "It's so fast, they have grown so big" Even the abbot and his old man are smiling.
Children are actually the ones who can accurately measure their own weight in the hearts of others, and I am no exception.
I can clearly feel that I am a special being in this place, pampered and pampered by everyone.
So I became more and more lawless, and in the temple, I was more casual than when I got home, jumping up and down.
When he was presumptuous, he would even pull his beard when the abbot was dozing.
In fact, I suspected that the abbot had done it on purpose, just to see what kind of moth I would get up when he dozed off, so that he could lure me into the bait.
Because, every time I tiptoe to me, cover my mouth and snicker and stretch out my little hand as soon as I touch my beard, I will be unexpectedly stopped by him and put down in his arms, and my waist will be scratched.
I was always tickled to laugh and tears.
And the abbot will also laugh very happily, and his gray beard will be blown by the spurt of air, which is very funny.
At this point, I usually succeed in a counterattack, see the opportunity to sneak up and tear off a few whiskers.
The abbot was not angry, but he would pretend to be in pain, and I put on my little hand and rubbed him with a smile.
The abbot was very eccentric, and every time I went, he would secretly call me to his meditation room, find out a few delicious cakes or fruits for me, and watch me finish eating before letting me go.
I guess he actually loves me a lot.
I thought it was all as it should be, it was a matter of course.
However, paper can't contain fire, and when I was eight years old, I finally learned about my background by accident.
Eight years old is the age to be disgusted with dogs, and I am even more stubborn, especially like to play tricks.
It's not that bad to say, it's just too playful, and I think it's funny to see other people's embarrassment, so I'm just having fun with myself.
But at that time, I didn't know the severity, and sometimes I went too far, and I was often approached by people, so that my father always paid people instead of losing money.
Once, in order to dig out the eggs, I removed the roof tiles of a neighbor's house next door, and when I took the eggs, I forgot to put the tiles back, and it happened that there was a heavy rain that night, which drenched the bed in the house.
Early the next morning, the woman from the house came to the door and pointed at my father's nose and scolded him. said that my father raised a scourge, a white-eyed wolf, and a little goblin, and wanted to count on me to provide for him in his old age, so dream about it.
I was in a hurry, and shouted at the man: "One person does things and one person is responsible, why scold my father, who is the little goblin?"
The woman was defenseless, I hit her heel, fell to the ground, pointed at me angrily, and said: "You are not a little goblin, who can be ruthless to that part, throw the child can be naked, and even throw a piece of clothes on a thunderstorm and throw it on the mountain is still a genius, I don't want to think about it, how can you be so smart if you are not a goblin?"
"You are talking nonsense" I was in a hurry, and rushed forward to beat someone, but my father stopped me with a pale face.
"Dad, what she said is not true, it is not true, I am your own child, I am not a goblin" I cried and shook my father's arm, and my father looked at me blankly, unable to say a word, only two lines of old tears flowed down.
When the woman saw the old man and the young man weeping, she got up triumphantly, stroked her buttocks, pouted, raised her neck, snorted, and walked away with her eyes turned to the sky.
My heart was broken, and even though I was only eight years old, I could understand it.
Daddy's look says it all, I'm not stupid.
Suddenly, I felt that I was not so righteous in front of my father.
I sobbed timidly and glanced timidly at my father, who silently took me in his arms.
My heart fell to the ground all of a sudden, and I warmed up, and I hurriedly raised my little face and reached out to help him wipe away his tears, "Dad, don't believe her, I will give you a pension and send her to the end." ” "Good, good" Dad seemed to be greatly comforted and hugged me tighter.
Since then, none of us have mentioned it again.
My dad was as good to me as ever, no different from before.
I have thought more than once, even if it wasn't my own father, what if he raised me so big, much better than my cruel parents, even if I was really a goblin, what if I still wished I had some mana, then I would become very strong, no one would dare to bully, and I could protect my father t1706231537: