Chapter 45: The Way to Return Home

When I was seven years old, I grabbed the cicada and thought I could catch the summer.

When I was seventeen years old, I kissed him in the face and thought that I could be with him forever.

Just as it is sung in Mayday's song, seventeen is a wonderful age.

Every boy is shining with irresistible temptation. So sunny, but an inexplicable sadness spreads on the rainy day and night; so melancholy, cold as ice, but flames burn in his heart day and night. The first love in his life may be when he was seventeen years old, quietly experiencing so many thrilling thoughts. That Gemini skateboard boy, at night, in the evening breeze, on the street with falling petals, passed through the park under the moonlight of the water, passed by the convenience store with lights, and came downstairs to you just to say a few nonsense to you, and then walked past you with a whistle.

The courage of hitting the earth with a meteorite is just to give you the tenderness of a butterfly kissing a flower.

What can the signs mean? Two people born in the same year, month and day, have completely different fates.

Xiao Mengquan was born on Children's Day in 1995. His father was not educated and casually named him Xiong Liuyi.

The DNA test results confirmed that the beast child was not the blood-sucking murderer, but the child lost to the couple surnamed Xiong ten years ago.

When he was seven years old, he was lost in the mountains and spent ten years in the primeval forest. When he was seventeen, he was mistakenly captured by the special case team as a blood-sucking monster, and later he was taken home by his parents. To be precise, he should have been tied up and carried home. The little Mengquan had lost his mind and lost his language ability. Years of life in the wild made him a beast child, no difference from a beast.

The story goes back ten years ago, and starts with the child missing.

The mountain village is remote, with electricity, but no running water. There is a water pressing well in his yard. Sunflowers are planted by the fence, and morning glory has climbed to the clothesline. A poplar tree grows in the corner of the wall, the trees are taller than the eaves, and the branches and leaves are stretched around, covering a corner of the red brick bungalow.

This is his home. When he wanders around the wilderness, do he often miss home, and how do he forget it?

My father's name is Xiongshen, which is not the real name, but a nickname. My father sells tofu for a living, has a simple personality and is rather cowardly. The villagers joked like this - he used his palm to rub his head on the head, and then said: Look at your bear's cheek.

The seven-year-old little Mengquan didn't understand the meaning, but she just laughed.

My father was riding a bicycle to sell tofu on his bicycle. A wooden trough was tied to the back seat of the car. The tofu in the trough was covered with white cloth. Every village around him could hear his shouting every morning. He raised his voice and shouted: Bean flour, sell bean flour.

Their family always eats tofu, stewed with cabbage, tofu, tofu, tofu, potato soup with eggplant, and small Mengquan sometimes says, Mom, can we stop eating tofu?

Lost in the mountains

Afterwards, he ate grasshoppers, frogs, birds and eggs. He was so afraid of snakes, but he had to eat snakes. When he ate the roots of a tree, would he miss the tofu stewed in a large iron pot at home?

Xiao Mengquan was very afraid of the darkness. At that time, his family borrowed a sum of money and was chasing debts. The creditor came to knock on the door every night, and his mother covered his mouth and pretended that there was no one in the house. The mother and son stayed in the dark, dared not breathe, and were afraid that the creditor would break into the door. During the ten years of living in the wilderness, he forgot home and tofu, but remembered the sound of knocking on the door. Even the sound of the woodpecker knocking on the trunk can make him feel fear.

This is his remaining memory of human life.

That night, the knock on the door sounded again. This time it was not the creditor, but the family planning committee cadre from the town. Xiao Mengquan's mother was pregnant, and the town family planning committee wanted to take her away and forced abortion. The mother once asked Xiao Mengquan, do you want a younger brother or a younger sister? Before Xiao Mengquan had thought about it, the family planning committee cadre came. The mother took Xiao Mengquan to her relative's house to hide in Tibet. The walls of each village were painted with slogans and excerpted a few, which showed the difficulty of rural family planning work.

One person ligation, the whole family is glorious,

It is better to have blood flow into a river than to have one more child.

Fight out! Degenerate out! Flow out! It just can't be born!

The town family planning committee secretly monitored and finally blocked the mother and son of Xiao Mengquan at home. They knocked politely on the door without responding.

A staff member of the Family Planning Commission said: Stop pretending to be a silly, I have figured it out and I know you are at home.

Another family planning committee cadre said through the door of the house: Haiyan, you all have a boy, why do you still want to have a child?

They lost their patience and broke into the door, stopped everyone, and their mother Haiyan took Xiao Mengquan and ran up the mountain while the chaos was in the chaos.

The mother and son hid in the mountains all night in a worried manner. The next day, his mother Haiyan discovered that the little Menglian was missing.

At that time, Xiao Mengquan fell into a mountain pit. The pit was very deep and the terrain was complex, covering the branches and leaves of vines. There were many such pits in Daxinganling, and each one was bottomless. Therefore, the next day, the villagers went up the mountain to look for children and found nothing.

Xiao Mengquan survived by luck.

We don’t know how long it took this seven-year-old to climb out of the mountain pit, a week or a month?

Above the mountain pit is the boundless Daxinganling, and he has forgotten the way home.

Then a large area of ​​primeval forest is difficult for an adult to get out after getting lost, let alone a child. He wants to go home, but he goes further and further away, crying in the forest as he walks. No one can help him, only fear and helplessness accompany him. Soon, he shed tears. He must accept everything he fears.

In spring, he caught a snake, bit off the snake's head in one bite, and sucked the blood. The child was so afraid of snakes, but he had to eat it for a living.

In summer, he climbs up a tree to hide from wild boars and wolves,

The tree climbed to another tree, and grabbed the vines and jumped across the valley like a swing, just to avoid being eaten by wild animals.

In autumn, he learned to crawl. He crawled very quickly with his limbs, which made it easier for him to hide in grass and bushes to catch prey.

In winter, in order to keep warm, he slept in a cave. Judging from some living habits, his body movements are very similar to those of a bear, and he may have lived with the bear for a while.

For ten years, he has only had weeds in his heart.

We live in the primeval forest for ten days, and we may be able to understand how he got through these ten years.

The environment for human growth is crucial. A seven-year-old child will either die or become a wild beast.

He grew up gradually and his range of activities became larger and larger. Ten years later, he looked like a human, but he was no different from a wild beast.

One day, he came to a place where the land was very flat and the smell was different from the jungle he was already familiar with. There were some large square stones here. He vaguely saw many animals slowly walking in and out of the cracks of the stones, and their figures were visible. The animals were somewhat similar to him, which made him feel fear and made him feel a little intimate. In fact, he only dared to attack animals smaller than his body. He could catch turtle doves and wild pigeons with his bare hands. When he was preying at night, he found that the turtle doves and wild pigeons here were very docile and larger.

Later, the animals caught him.

Xiao Mengquan was seven years old when he disappeared. He used to speak, but he had a short contact with human society. He retained the first impression of life, including his parents' love. The sound of his mother's sea swallow knocking on the window made him awaken a trace of memory from the depths of his heart. After ten years, his parents brought him home. At first, he would steal chickens from the village, crawl in all limbs, and rush into the air like a vicious dog, catching chickens and ducks. His father could only lock him up at home and let him slowly adapt to human life.

Mother Haiyan discovered that the child was very scared of knocking on the door.

Whenever he knocks on the door, he will be very scared, quiet and motionless. At this time, his mother patiently bathes him, feeds him, and teaches him to walk and talk. His mother takes care of his seventeen-year-old child like she is taking care of her toddlers.

The village primary school is not far from his home. It is a row of red brick bungalows, and a red flag is erected on the campus.

Two iron doors are painted with green paint and are open all day long. There is nothing valuable in the village primary school. There are two grocery stalls at the school gate. There is an old man with a hunchback on the left and an old lady on the right. There are such grocery stalls at the entrance of many rural schools. Many children's memories of childhood are related to this grocery stall. A year later, when Xiao Mengquan was eighteen years old, the hunchbacked old man and the old lady who sold groceries saw a strange scene.

A pair of parents led their son to elementary school. The son was an adult and taller than his parents.
Chapter completed!