happy looking back

Chapter 3

At that time, I was awakened by hunger, and my blurred vision became clear.Under the dim and beating light, the whole room looked narrow and dark. I was lying on a simple bed with only four legs, and my body was covered with an old quilt with two or three holes patched.Fortunately, there is no damp musty smell, and the faint smell of sunshine makes me feel warm all over.

Look at the simple triangular structure of the roof and the rows of peeled logs crooked, the mottled and blackened walls are covered with spider web-like cracks, some cracks are covered by puddles of grass debris. The yellow mud made up for it.Like the quilt on me, it is patched here and there.

The only piece of furniture next to the bed was an old wooden square table with a pitted top, and the four legs were corroded to some extent.There is a long bench next to the square table. The vicissitudes of the same years have left him with only three and a half legs, and there are two suspected mounds of mud under the half of the legs.

On the table, a kerosene lamp that can be put in the history museum is staggering and licking a small flame, and thick black smoke is "puffing".

"Squeak—" The door on the head side opened, a gust of cold wind blew in, and the small flame on the table shook violently.

"Baby, wake up! Be hungry." The young mother picked me up and lay half on her back in her cool arms.Looking at the thin, handsome young mother in front of me wearing a bloated and dilapidated big padded jacket, I felt emotional: In the 21st century, at her age, she should be sitting in the ivory tower of a university, looking forward to the infinite possibilities of the future.And now this young mother is feeding a tablespoon of sticky millet porridge into my mouth, with a look of pain on her tired face.

"So cute~~~" The young mother wiped the juice from my mouth.Being praised by a woman who is five or six years younger than me makes me feel a little awkward.

"Aying, why did you get up by yourself!" The young father pushed the door in with a steaming white sea bowl in his hand, with a hint of guilt on his young and resolute face.

3. Big name and small name...

"Drink it while it's hot." The young father handed the bowl to his mother, pulled the quilt over her lap, and carefully tucked the corners of the quilt.The young mother was holding a sea bowl, and a happy smile flashed across her face with tears in her eyes.I looked at the sweat on the forehead of the man who had been busy working. At that moment, I really felt that this man was a good father and a good husband, at least he was a hundred times better than me.

"Hurry up!" The man raised his head and looked at his wife holding the bowl, with golden beans falling from his eyes, he hugged his wife's face in distress, and wiped away the falling tears with his big hands.

"You eat too!" The young mother handed out the bowl.

"Stupid! This is fish head soup. My mother said that drinking this tonic can stimulate milk! Drink it quickly!" The man pushed the bowl to his wife's mouth, watched her drink it down, and then let go Grabbing his arm, he smiled broadly.

"After the Chinese New Year, we will open the Xiaosai River at the east end of the village. At that time, each member of the household will be able to share seven or eight catties of fish, so that we don't have to worry about running out of milk." The man took the bowl in his wife's hand and said with a smile, "You Let’s rest first, I’ll show the baby to my parents, and I’ll let my father give the baby a name.” He said, taking me from the young mother’s hands.

"Wrap me in my jacket, don't catch cold!"

"Well! Go to sleep first."

"Squeaky——" The man pushed the door and walked out with my arms in his arms.

As soon as I went out, I saw a small courtyard. Through the gap of the brim of the hat, I saw an old jujube tree, and a cold crescent moon among the cold and withered branches.

The courtyard was facing south, and the lights were flickering faintly in the room. The man carried me and walked straight to the room.

"Father, mother, brother, sister-in-law." The man shouted and looked at a middle-aged man about 50 years old who was sitting facing south. He was wearing a dark blue Chinese tunic suit and a hat from that era. He has a unique dark blue brim liberation hat, and there are traces of ablation on his meticulous and serious face.

A middle-aged woman next to her had a peaceful expression, her wrinkled eyes squinted beamingly, she saw the man walking in and wanted to step forward several times but she endured it.

"Peace, sit down!" the middle-aged woman said quickly.

"Hey, mother!" The man looked at the face of the old father in front of him, and sat down opposite Ge Jianguo and his wife.Facing north, Ge Yuanchao raised his face slightly and made a grimace towards Ge Heping with his tongue out and his eyes rolled. Seeing the stern eyes of the old father in the middle, he immediately lowered his head again.

"Come on, give me a hug!" The unsmiling middle-aged man said in a stiff tone, obviously wanting to hug his grandson, but he insisted on saying it like an order.

"Have you chosen a name?!" The middle-aged man who I should call Grandpa asked stiffly.

"No! This is not waiting for you to come up with a good name." The young father's smiling face was full of shame and flattery.

"En!" Grandpa squinted his eyes and looked like he was thinking, with some signs of spring turning into rain on his face.

"Father is the only high school student in Xiaohe Village, ten miles and eight townships. He knows a lot of characters. Our father's name must be the same." Ge Yuanchao looked at his grandfather in front of him with admiration.

"It's just you who talk too much! If you have nothing to do, study more and do some practical things!" Grandpa scolded Ge Yuanchao with a bluff and power, but there was still a faint smile on his serious face.Ge Yuanchao accepted the instruction with an open mind, nodding his head like garlic.

"Jianguo, do you have a good name?" Grandpa asked the serious Ge Jianguo very clearly. I now find that this grandfather has three sons. In fact, the elder son, Ge Jianguo, is the one who resembles him the most.The second brother, Ge Heping, is my current father, but he looks a bit like a grandma who has been silent all the time but exudes peace and warmth all over her body.Old Sange Yuanchao looks like a wild monkey in his early 16s.

"Father, I think—" Before Ge Jianguo finished speaking, the aunt next to him gave him a kick under the table.

"I haven't even finished Jianguo junior high school, so there's no father with a high consciousness. The name you chose must be the best." The aunt said cheerfully.Ge Jianguo next to him woke up like a dream and nodded repeatedly.

"En! Since everyone agrees with this, then I have to think about it carefully." Seeing the flash of color in the dark eyes of the grandpa in front of me, my heart skipped a beat: not an easy grandpa!He is definitely the head of the family. In the future, he will have to hug his grandpa with his thick legs.

"It's a good name, but it was taken by You's mud monkey." Grandpa looked at me with regret, and touched my fleshy face with his rough and thick palm.

"Father, You Jianjun's name is good, but my elder brother's name is Jianguo, and my nephew's name is Jianjun, it's a matter of seniority!" Ge Yuanchao bluffed.

"I don't know how to learn!" Grandpa glared, and Ge Yuan lowered his head in dismay.

"Father is talking about You Jianjun's son, You Dan." The young father glanced at his grandfather who hated iron and steel, and added weakly.

"Oh! Ge Dan! Ge Dan! Dad's name is Shunliu, why does he look like an egg?" Ge Yuanchao asked without shame, and laughed the other people present.

"Yan Chao listens to your father." Seeing that the old man was about to change his face, the grandmother who had been cheerful at the side hurriedly smoothed things over.

"Ge Daudao!" Grandpa guessed for a long time and popped out three words.My heart sank violently: this name will be with me for the rest of my life, won't people laugh at me to death, people whose name is bold are usually as timid as a mouse!

"Father, it's a good name, but the You family's child has already used it." The grandma beside him said softly.I looked gratefully at the future grandma beside me, and vowed in my heart to be filial to her in the future.Grandma saw my straight eyes, reached out and tapped my nose.Several times I wanted to hug her and love her dearly, but when I saw the displeased look in my grandfather's eyes, I gave up.

"You have a good name?" Grandpa's tone became obviously displeased.

"Chairman Mao instructed: catch up with the Premier League and enter communism by running! It's called Ge Chaomei, what do you think?" Grandma asked weakly, seeing that the old man's face was unhappy, she quickly changed her words, "That's called Ge Chaomei ?" My heart sank again: Ge Kanying? !Might as well call it cocaine!

"Ah~~~ah~~~" I don't want it!I hate the branding of period characters in names!

"My baby doesn't like this name!" Grandpa looked at me and yelled "ahhh", and overturned grandma's plan to the ground with a whip.

"I think my little nephew is very cheerful." Ge Yuanchao muttered softly.

"Ah—" the voice stopped abruptly.The people around looked at me strangely, and the color of joy slowly climbed up in Grandpa's widened eyes.

"It's good to be smart, but you have to be bold! My name is Ge Dayong!" Grandpa raised my small body high.

"How is Ge Dayong, magnificent!" the eldest aunt exclaimed.The young father who had just become a father showed a proud face.I am glad in my heart: vulgar is a bit vulgar, as long as it is not ridiculous.

"Father, give the child a nickname." Everyone in that era had a nickname, and some people never had a nickname for life.

"Think about it!" Grandpa maintains the authority of the head of the family and decentralizes power appropriately.Shaking my little fleshy and pink hands, a relaxed smile gradually appeared on my tense face: it is a great pleasure in life to have fun with grandchildren.

"What's a good name?" Grandma had the right to have a nickname, and she was so happy that her old face was blooming.The others were happy and at ease, so they stopped interrupting.

"It's easy to raise if the nickname is cheap." Grandma muttered.My whole body trembled when I thought of it, it seemed that there was such a saying in the countryside before, so there were such disgusting nicknames as dog leftover and Wang Ermazi.

"Call it the root of bitterness! Strive to be three generations of poor peasants, and always support the great mentor, great leader, great commander, and great helmsman! Our most