The rain was still clamoring late at night, and the masked man's words "It's hard to save the gods" may have sentenced me to death.

I don’t know what others feel about death. After all, people who have died have different feelings about the moment of death. After all, those who die normally have abnormal deaths, how many ordinary people can come into contact with? Even if they are cultivators, they have limited contact. Occasionally, someone who is willing to tell them cannot be regarded as universal!

The moment my mind fell into the water, there was a moment of stagnation. The moment of stagnation seemed to fall into the eternal darkness. I think that darkness was boundless!

Is it so lonely to die? When the soul leaves the body, should we keep walking in such darkness?

If not, I just hope that my soul can get rid of it faster. Such darkness will make people crazy but I don’t know that in the next moment, perhaps a moment, or perhaps a long and endless time, the vortex of my memories begins to swallow me up in an instant.

All memories are like a quickly flipped book, but those scenes are a long stop to keep falling into it, just like all life is starting to begin

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I was born in 1980. According to my father, I was supposed to be a post-70s generation, but I didn’t know why I held myself in my heart and dragged myself to the post-80s generation.

When my dad said this, there was a reason. It was just because premature babies were common, but I was a guy who refused to come out after full term.

My grandfather asked my dad in confusion, could my mom be pregnant with Nezha?

I was born fifteen days later than the due date. It was not until my first cry that my whole family breathed a sigh of relief. When the nurse came out with me, my father said he wanted to slap me, which made the family worry for so long, but when he saw me, he suddenly choked up.

It was early spring, and it didn't snow in early spring in Sichuan, but it was cold. My father said that it might be because I was too heartless. Less than five minutes after I was born, the rainy sky, which was originally rainy, stopped. After a while, the sun showed its head. My grandfather happily touched his beard and said, "Is it really Nezha? When this comes out, the Dragon Prince hides and dares not rain?"

Because of this sentence, my nickname is very tragic, so it is actually good. It has a little bit of a domineering meaning, but in Sichuan dialect, it sounds like a "scrap".

Therefore, the name Zhazha is very tragic. It has been following me less than a day after I was born.

Think about it, except for the unusual nickname of "Zhaozhao", there is nothing worth mentioning about when I was born and my baby.

After all, in that era of peak population, there were so many children born in that era. In the context of that era, everyone's work was basically collective work, and there were too many children in such factories and mines.

My family is just an ordinary family. My father is a small official, but he is just a small official. At that time, it was about one or two yuan more than the workers' wages.

That's probably why, when I was overwhelmed by memories, my memories of those days when I was just born when I was a child were also unclear?

The real memory began when I was just ten months old, and I don’t know why I had memories at that time? Or, the only major event that I could mention during my infancy also happened when I was ten months old.

The general thing, in fact, I have listened to my mother in a vague way. It was at that time that my parents were both dual-employed people, and my grandparents did not retire, except for a relative who invited me to take care of me. Most of the time, my family was busy.

Basically, I had to squeeze in time to take care of me. Coincidentally, just ten months later, the relative and grandmother who took care of me returned to the countryside for something. My mother also left me alone on the big bed because of facts that day.

What exactly happened? I don't know is that when my mother came back, I fell to the ground face down, without any external injuries, but my little face was purple next to the bed, and there was a falling rattle.

Then, I was taken to the hospital.

"That rattle is used to make fun of you. I put it on the edge of the bed, but I knew you were so naughty, so I knew you were going to catch toys. I guess it was the day when it fell down, but everyone was scared to death. When you were sent to the hospital, you didn't breathe for a while and finally rescued you. If you were a little later, you would be gone." When my mother talked about this, she always looked scared.

So later, when I met my master as a new China, she believed in materialism so much that she believed in my master.

Because my master saw me for the first time, he said to my mother: "This kid is so strange. He died once when he was less than one year old and lived again."

Have I died once? I can't remember my initial memory. I just remembered that after being rescued in the hospital for a long time, I became unconscious for three days, and I woke up completely and started crying.

My mother was excited and "Zha Zha Zha Zha Zha Zha Zha Zha Zha Zha Zha" which made nurses on the floor come to watch whose child is so weird, called "Zha Zha". At that time, I felt life inexplicably because I seemed very sad and kept crying?

Why do I cry? I stayed in my memory, asking myself constantly, but it seemed that a layer of mist enveloped everything. I could clearly feel what was behind the mist? But I couldn't see clearly.

Before that happened, I was a very quiet child. In my mother's words, it was a child who didn't bother to eat and eat, so I could put me on the big bed at home with so much confidence.

But after that incident, I almost annoyed them. Before I was two years old, I loved to cry and make a fuss almost every day and night until I was sent to kindergarten.

I think why I didn’t like to cry so much later. I guess it was because I cried all the tears at that time.

Time is so common in the past, when the students of the factory and mine were all the same. They went to kindergartens of the factory and mine and lived in the tube building at the beginning. During the meal time, everyone went around and became mothers and talked about their children. The parents and parents were short of others, but fathers usually sat in front of the TV.

Trivial life, peaceful years.

I was no different. I grew up to 6 years old very quietly. At this time, I had already met two of my best friends in my life. How our friendship between Chen Chong and Zhou Zheng was established is no longer verified.

But the clearest line should be from a fight in childhood.

The reason is that my nickname, Zhazha, was ridiculed by an uncontrollable child in other people's class, should be staying in the trash can. God knows how deeply I hate this nickname, so when I threw my schoolbag and yelled, I got into a ball with others!

The child who laughed at me was a high-ranking official in the factory and mine, and he was tall, and he has always been the king of children.

Before that, although I grew up safely, I was not in good health and I was almost the shortest child in the class. Before the third grade, I was almost the shortest child in the class. The only one in the class was a little shorter than me.

Grandpa said, it was probably because of my ten months that I was shocked, so I have been unable to grow up.

It is conceivable that this is such an unequal fight! I was already at a disadvantage and I was undoubtedly besieged!

I can't remember how painful it was at that time when a child was not serious. I just remember that many people squeezed me in the middle, and many fists and slaps fell on me, but I was a stubborn person. I didn't want to give up on that kind of thing. At that time, I thought I would be beaten to death.

In this factory and mine, I don’t think there will be adults and teachers to save me on the small path with fields on both sides.

But what I didn't expect was that at this time, two children joined the fight without hesitation. They were Chen Chong and Zhou Zheng, who had grown up since childhood. Unlike me, they only started to grow rapidly since the third grade, so he was a powerful person since childhood.

However, in terms of fighting, we are not as good as Chen Chong, who is the shortest among us, the one who is the most courageous and the one who is least afraid of the consequences.

If he thinks you are worthy of him, everyone's personality seems to be born to show it clearly and clearly when he was so young.

The result of that fight was naturally that we lost. Even if the opponent was crowded with people and powerful, even if Chen Chong and Zhou Zheng joined, they would not win.

We were lucky. A group of children fought in other people's vegetable fields and were scolded by local farmers with hoes. The child took his subordinates and "scattered". Otherwise, we would have been a little more miserable.

That year, I remember it was early summer and I was in the second semester of the first grade of elementary school.

It was dusk after school in the afternoon and the sunset was just right.

"I read your schoolbag, but fortunately they didn't tear your book apart." Zhou Zheng found the schoolbag and gave it to me.

"Thank you." Actually, although I am naughty, I have never talked much.

"No thanks, we are all from a group of people, so we should help you." At this time, Chen Chong put his hand on my shoulder.

The three of us walked out of the vegetable field, which had just fought and didn't feel pain. At this time, we were sore and couldn't help it. The three of us sat down on the path with grinning.

The short hillsides, neat farmlands, the factory buildings not far away were still a bit dazzling with sunshine, but there was also a small piece of light golden red clouds in the sky.

The breeze brings the smell of the fields. I feel eager but confused. When will we be together?

So, I asked, "We are a group of people?"

"Of course it's a group of people. We have a class in the kindergarten. Our family is a neighbor. Your mother and my mother have a good relationship." Zhou Zheng was puzzled by me.

"It's a bunch of people. I remember you gave me the pencil with the Black Cat Sheriff." Chen Chong's hand was still on my shoulder, emitting warmth through my clothes.

The memories of this scene are so clear at this moment, even if they are about to die, they cannot be forgotten.

We were a group of people at that time. When we knew this concept, I really hoped that such friendship would last for the rest of our lives.

In fact, we have also walked through this clear and obvious dividing line. I think it is the most basic dividing line for me to recognize friendship.

Since then, the three of us were almost inseparable from the factory and mine, leaving behind our memories everywhere. This place is also beautiful. In the urban-rural fringe of the suburbs, we enjoyed the freedom of the country children, and had better educational conditions.

Because the children of factories and mines grew up smoothly, they were almost all simple. I think we should have grown up like this.

If that hadn't happened, the years we should have been peaceful,

How long has it been? Because I have been deliberately avoiding it for many days, I can hardly remember it. It seems that it is not the simple beginning. Now I think of it as if it is accompanied by a further beginning.
Chapter completed!