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Before Jianjian was six years old, Fang Chen took his son to read fairy tales and watch cartoons. It was as if I was living my childhood again with my son.

Fang Chen's own childhood was a bit frustrating.

He was sent to someone else's home for foster care when he was just two months old. When she was one year old, her grandmother felt sorry for her. Not long after she was picked up half-dead, she was sent to the home of another distant relative. When she was brought back when she was seven years old, her sister would not tolerate her. She would beat her with her brother every day and call her a comet and a broom star. The adults looked on and just laughed and didn't care. Adults also often beat and scold her, the beatings were more painful and the scoldings were more severe than those of her elder sister.

When I was living with a distant relative, when I was about 5 years old, a child in the village with the same nickname as Fang Hui - Xiaohui - died. On the way to the funeral, Xiaohui and several other children ran to see her. lively. The adults in that family scolded her, saying that it was she who killed Xiao Hui, and picked up a stick on the roadside to beat her. She did not dare to run forward with her little friend, but timidly followed at a distance. After walking a few steps, Xiao Hui's mother began to cry, calling the child's name, "Xiao Hui, Xiao Hui, why did you leave? How can you let your mother live?" Fang Hui was stunned for a moment, feeling like While calling her and crying for her, she couldn't help but stop in a daze. She stood there alone, watching people walking further and further away. She was alone and motionless in the fields, as if she had been standing there all her life.

Therefore, Fang Hui often thought about death when she was very young. If you die, you won't be beaten or scolded. There will be people who will be so reluctant to part with her after she dies.

However, the smell of death frightened her. She keeps having dreams about death. From childhood to adolescence, the scene in the dream was always unclear, but there was always a breath, a smell. Fang Hui knew that it was the breath of death. Although Fang Chen had never smelled it in the real world, but In dreams, I am always surrounded by this kind of aura, and I can't escape.

It wasn't until she turned 18 and changed her name to Fang Chen that the dream of death disappeared.

Because she was always scolded as a comet or a broom star, when she was young, Fang Hui thought it was the word "Hui" that brought her trouble. After learning how to read in school, she knew the difference between Hui and Hui, but they were homophones after all. She still didn't like the name, so she changed her name after she turned 18. As for why she changed her name to Fang Chen, she couldn't figure it out. She just thought the word was good, ordinary and ubiquitous.

Reading fairy tales and watching cartoons with my son is actually repairing my incomplete childhood.

Since Jianjian went to school, although he occasionally watched cartoons, he no longer read fairy tales.

Jianjian was nothing, but Fang Chen felt that he lacked spiritual support. The beautiful world in fairy tales always makes people forget the boredom, roughness and cruelty of real life.

This is her spiritual blank period.

Therefore, the beauty of poetry is revealed.

After reading "Song Song Ci Ci" for two days, Fang Chen wanted to try his hand.

So I filled up a lot of "Youth Travel" -----

"When I was young, my ambitions were soaring into the sky, and the rivers and lakes were still watery. Looking back, my childishness has not faded, and I see that there is a clear pond and a lot of water.

Lonely and sad, water flowing and flowers falling, youthful nostalgia. In confusion, the original mind remains unchanged, and the world is untainted. "

Just sixty words, which took a whole night.

When you are young, you will grow old before you know it!

Although it was very hard to pick out the words and words, I still managed to express my feelings no matter what.

For a moment, I felt that life had meaning again.

That night, Fang Chen had another confusing dream.

Still in a dark and humid cave, it felt like he was a sika deer licking the wound on his leg. At this time, several tigers came around and opened their bloody mouths. The sika deer jumped up in fear, and was immediately thrown down by the evil tiger into a pool of blood. A wisp of soul flew out from the top door of the sika deer. Fly to a house-----

Huier-----

Huier-----

In the haze, I heard someone calling again -----

Huier-----

Those calls still made her heartache so much.

Suddenly, Huang Tingjian appeared out of nowhere.

Fang Chen blurted out, "Huang Tingjian!"

Huang Tingjian tapped Fang Chen on the forehead with a paper roll, "Why do you have such a bad memory! I am not Huang Tingjian, you are Huang Tingjian!"

Before he finished speaking, Huang Tingjian threw the scroll of paper into Fang Chen's arms and left a sentence: "Remember that in ten years, ah no, I will come back and sign the study tour memorandum again in nine years." Before he finished speaking, he had disappeared. .

The scroll of paper slowly unfolded in front of Fang Chen, and it read: Xuan Xuan Interstellar Study Tour Memo.

After waking up, everything in the dream was still vivid in my mind.

Fang Chen was puzzled: What is the Xuanxuan Interstellar Study Tour Memorandum?