dhibooks Chapter 1 Chapter 1
Chapter 1 Chapter 1
Zhou Ya was beaten up by his father before the sophomore exam. He was beaten so hard that he was sent to the hospital.
When the blood test was done, the blood type was checked, and it was not the same blood type as his father.
At that time, his father almost turned his face and started a fight with his mother. Fortunately, his mother's blood type was also tested, and it was not the same blood.
This is strange.
His dad immediately reacted, saying that I just thought this kid didn't look like me!Don't make a mistake and raise someone else's son for 17 years!
It really is.
The police were very helpful, and they found their own son at the beginning of the summer vacation.
Zhou Ya's parents are from the capital city of the province, and his son was carried by the wrong person to a small village in a small town in a small city in the same province.
The living environment is not bad. In that family, the father died and the mother remarried, leaving only a grandfather, who is also half-deaf and half-blind and disabled. He relies on student funds for education and subsistence allowances.
In this way, this child is still well-groomed, not only does not look "country" at all, but also very clean, much more temperamental than Zhou Ya.
He is obedient, can read books, and gets advanced every year in school.
Zhou's father and Zhou's mother were relieved after hearing this.
It can be regarded as another village with dark willows and bright flowers.
He had been dissatisfied with Zhou Ya for a long time, and thought that after all, he was born by himself, so what should he do?Isn't it just a matter of raising it?
It turned out that he had a well-behaved son!Isn't this a blessing from heaven?
So I quickly contacted and wanted to change my son.
Zhou's father disliked Zhou Ya a long time ago, so it would be great if he could send her away.
On the night before sending it over, Zhou Ya packed up the things, but he was still not happy, saying that I bought them for my son, are you my son, you just take it?
Zhou Ya clicked her tongue, saying that when your own son comes, you will wear my old clothes for him?Your son is so miserable?
Father Zhou's expression turned ugly when he said that, and he said that of course I would buy him new clothes.
Zhou Ya immediately said: "What's the matter? No one wants this dress anyway, so I can get it for me. It's just my size. Besides, don't you say that the place where your son lives is very miserable? No matter what we do We have been together for more than ten years, and you see that I am going to suffer, so I will treat it as disaster relief and targeted poverty alleviation."
Zhou's father didn't like his glib appearance, and when he heard this, he wanted to get angry again, but Zhou's mother stopped him, saying that I have raised him for more than ten years, and no matter how he has feelings, you have to act like this?
Zhou's father was always afraid of his wife. As soon as his wife showed the expression of wanting to cry, she immediately compromised, saying that it's okay to do it, and it's up to you.
Zhou's mother pulled Zhou Ya again, with tears shining, and said, "Baby, be good when you go there, and listen to your parents..."
Zhou Ya interrupted her: "Didn't you say there are no parents over there? How do you hear it?"
Zhou's mother choked up when he interrupted her, she calmed down and said, "Then listen to grandpa, you are almost an adult, you have to learn to take care of yourself, do you know that?"
After thinking for a while, she said again: "You still have one year to graduate, and I will pay you the money for high school over there. You don't have to worry about studying, you have to study hard, you know? You called me mom for ten years , I have no blood relationship with you, but I have a family relationship. Before, my mother still gave you a thousand pocket money every month, but after that, my mother can't take care of you..."
"Don't do it every month, what if my father cheats and prevents you from beating me? You can give it to me now." Zhou Ya interrupted her again.
When Zhou's father heard this, he was furious and furious: "So what if I don't give it to you? Should I give it to you? Who are you?! I have raised a son for more than ten years! I am worthy of you if I didn't make your family lose money." !"
"What's wrong with your money!" Before Zhou Ya could say anything, Zhou's mother got angry and glared at him with red eyes, "Can't I just take my own money?! I don't care about your money anymore?!"
While talking, he started crying again: "Zhou Jianguo, do you have any fucking heart! It's fine to beat Bao like that before, but you can change it if you want to change it. You know what's going on at his house, so you send him back , you have no feelings for all these years!"
Father Zhou was accused of this and did not speak.
The reason why he beat Zhou Ya has never been told to Zhou's mother. When asked him, he said that he beat Zhou Ya when he was angry.
Now being accused by Zhou's mother, he can only pretend that he didn't hear it.
Zhou Ya sat there, listening to their quarrel, feeling like she was watching a play.
From the blood type test that day, he has never had a sense of reality. Every day he feels that when he wakes up, he will find that it is just a dream, but this dream has never woken up.
Until he got out of the car and stepped on the yellow land, he still had no sense of reality.
Over there, Zhou's mother was holding her own son, and the family staged a mother-child relationship. Zhou Ya was like an audience, listening to them talking.
An old man, leaning on crutches, carefully looked at Zhou Ya from the door, probably his grandfather.
The old man looked very nervous, Zhou Ya subconsciously smiled at him, the old man quickly smiled too, and with a grin, Zhou Ya found that his teeth were about to fall out.
How old is this... Zhou Ya thought in her heart, can't she just breathe a sigh of relief?
Zhou's mother hugged her own son, and it took a long time to sort out her mood, and the family was reunited and ready to leave.
Only then did Zhou Ya come to her senses, and quickly asked the "son" what address to fill in the express delivery here.
The "son" was called Zhou Shuran, who also happened to be surnamed Zhou, and Zhou Ya was relieved when she found out.
It's a good thing that you don't need to change your name, otherwise he wouldn't be able to react if someone called him a different name.
Zhou Shuran was stunned for a moment when he heard his question, and then said: "Express delivery... if the express delivery is not delivered to the village, you have to go to the town to pick it up yourself. You can just fill in the credit union of Lianhua Town, and the credit union will collect it on your behalf, and you can go to the credit union Social take."
Zhou Ya came all the way by car, and felt that the valley was too far away from the town. Hearing the words made his head grow bigger, so he wanted to ask him if there was any transportation to the town.Before he could speak, Father Zhou became impatient and said that you should ask the villagers if you have anything to do, so that you can communicate with them in the future.
Father Zhou looked defensive and disgusted, Zhou Ya watched, fell silent for a moment, withdrew his hand blocking the car door, smiled and said, "Okay, bye."
So the car left in a hurry, bringing up a lot of yellow sand.
After they left, the old man came over, looked at Zhou Ya tentatively, and said, "You..."
"Zhou Ya." Zhou Ya answered very concisely.
The old man: "Ah, good, Xiaoya..."
Zhou Ya rolled her eyes in her heart, what Xiaoya, it sounds like a girl's name.
But in the end still silent.
The old man was about to make food for him, and he was tremblingly holding a wooden stick and folding it there, and he was about to chop firewood. Zhou Ya was so scared that he rushed over and said, "I'll do it, I'll do it."
What's the matter, Zhou Ya, a child who grew up in the city, how could he know how to chop firewood?In a few strokes, the skin on the palm was worn out.
The bewilderment and grievances during this period of time all rushed out along with the tingling pain in the palm.
Zhou Ya stood there, holding an axe, tears falling straight down.
The old man took a pancake and walked to the back door, and saw Zhou Ya in the courtyard bent over and squatting on the ground, looking pitifully from her back
The old man watched, silently retracted his feet, went back to the room, sat down and sighed softly.
Zhou Ya had cried enough, wiped away her tears, wrapped her hands in a cloth, and finished chopping the firewood.
Then I went back to the kitchen and saw the old man pouring water into the tank with a bucket.
The big bucket of water was full, and the old man probably didn't have enough strength, so he fell on one side and gasped for breath, Zhou Ya immediately walked over to take it.
While pouring for him, he said with his tongue: "Why are you doing this, I will give you a flashback later."
The old man was cheerful, stood beside him, and said, "There is no water in the tank."
Zhou Ya saw that there was indeed no water left.
There was a water faucet on top of the tank. When Zhou Ya turned on the faucet, there were two beeps, but no water came out.
Zhou Ya looked back at the old man and asked him, "Is the faucet broken? Or is the water cut off?"
The old man smiled and replied: "The water is cut off, there is often no water here."
So water cuts are still the norm?
Zhou Ya was speechless. If there is no water, she can only go to other places to get water for storage. You can't use water.
So I asked the old man where the water was fetched, and he went to fetch water.
The old man pointed to the outside and said that the well at the entrance of the village was drilled, so he was ready to lead the way.
Zhou Ya hastily stopped him, he was sloppy with this step, and his eyes were not good, so what if he falls down?
He looked around, and he still remembered where it was at the entrance of the village, so he went out by himself with the bucket.
The well is quite easy to find, the main one is big and takes up a lot of space.
It looked like the kind of well dedicated to killing people and hiding corpses in costume dramas.
Zhou Ya walked over, looked at it, and felt a headache.
He has never used this kind of thing, so just put the bucket on it, shake it down and then up again?
It's pitch black in the well, you can't see anything.
Zhou Ya lowered her head and shouted into the well.
Awesome, and echoes.
Zhou Ya couldn't help sighing, if someone died inside, no one would know, right?
As soon as he finished speaking, someone behind him said, "How do you know that no one died in this well?"
Zhou Ya was taken aback by his sudden utterance, turned her head in panic, and found that it was a man.
He looks pretty good, and if he can catch Zhou Ya's eyes, he is probably at the level of a grassroots in the village.
Looking at the 25-year-old at least, with a cigarette in his mouth and his head not bowed, he lowered his eyes and glanced at Zhou Ya, and said leisurely: "You are the cheap grandson of Grandpa on Wednesday, right? You are quite curious Ha, come and play with the well."
Zhou Ya didn't like to hear these words anymore, she immediately withdrew all the good feelings she had for his appearance, and patted the bucket beside her hand: "I'm just playing with you, I'll fetch water."
"Hit water until you howl into the well?" The man snorted, and said before Zhou Ya got angry, "Don't stick your head down, be careful like your own father, who fell into the well and drowned. "
Zhou Ya only knew that his own father was dead, but he didn't know how.
Hearing this, he only felt a burst of cold air behind his back, and when he looked at the well again, he felt that the air was too dark.
He quickly stood up, holding the bucket and preparing to leave.
The man yelled at him again: "Where are you going? No more water?"
Zhou Yachao looked around and finally saw it.
When he came, he found that there was a pond in this village, so he walked to the pond with a bucket.
The man looked at the direction he was walking, realized where he was going, and smiled: "You know that no one has died in the pond? There are more people who died in the pond than in the well."
Zhou Ya: "..."
Zhou Ya was speechless, put the bucket down, and turned to stare at the man: "You talk so much, why don't you just publish a book."
After speaking, he walked towards the pond.
No matter how many people die in a pond, it is better than a well, at least some dead people can see it, who the hell can see that someone died in a well?
As he was walking, he could still feel the playful gaze of the person behind him, and vaguely heard his deep laughter.
Zhou Ya gritted her teeth, and cursed in her heart: Laugh at your mother.