In the early summer of 1994, Gaoyang County, a small town in the western province, was baked by endless heat. This year, Yi Tianxing, who was in his third year of high school, was already seventeen years old. He was 1.70 meters tall and had an ordinary face. He was neither fat nor thin. He was undoubtedly an ordinary person who threw it into the crowd and would not even have a shot.

However, he was barely considered a celebrity in the county where he was studying. This one was named strangely and belonged to an alien. Who said that he was too different from the lives of most children in the world? He had no father or mother, but he was not considered an orphan. He was raised by the old man who picked up rags in the west of the city.

When he was a child, Yi Tianxing began to follow his grandfather's old man who was calling him digging things in the garbage dumps everywhere to sell. He always called this food, and that's right, it was to dig something from the garbage that could be exchanged for food.

Until many years later, people in the Chengguan area still remembered that in the early 1980s, there was a smart and cute child with a body full of filth. They even remember that when the child first learned to crawl, he had already started picking cigarette butts for his grandfather on the ground.

After the child left, in addition to digging food on the garbage mountain, he started to squat at the West Street Vegetable Market every day, with his small body and hands wrapped in his sleeves, which looked very fun. He didn't go to see what was delicious, but he went to pick orange peels. This small mountain city in western Hubei produces a lot of oranges.

The little guy used his small palms to pick up the peeled orange peels in the vegetable market full of sludge, then put them in his arms, ran home, put them on his own bed, and when the sun was waiting for it, he took them out and laughed. The dried orange peel could be sold for one cent or two cents per pound. The little guy saved money and bought a bag of tobacco leaves for his grandfather in the vegetable market.

When the little guy nervously took out a handful of horn tickets from his arms and handed them to the cigarette dealer, everyone in the market laughed and praised him for his filial piety.

At that time, he didn't understand what filial piety meant. He just wanted his closest grandfather not to pick up cigarette butts every day. He wanted his closest grandfather to pull out his pipe like those idle old men by the river.

He likes the green smoke floating out of his pipe.

Others praised him for his filial piety, but they only praised him twice. Their lives were not good either. They still had to dig into garbage dumps everywhere every day, and they still had to go back to the dilapidated small dark room every night, smelling the stench in the house and falling asleep.

This kind of life lasted until the little guy was six years old.

Grandpa slept one day but never got up again.

The little guy cried for a few days. The people from the neighborhood committee dragged the old man to the back mountain and buried him. Then a large group of people surrounded the little guy with black charcoal heads in the small house of the neighborhood committee, "What should I do in the future?"

"It's time to go to school, right?" The man who was the director of the neighborhood committee was a teacher from the county's primary school.

Someone next to him said, "Who pays for it?"

"For compulsory education, schools can also exempt some of them."

"Who will raise him?"

The whole house suddenly became quiet.

The little guy stared at the adults in the room, looked around slowly, and then said word by word in a childish voice: "I can support myself."

After a few arguments, I had to do this.

The man who was the director of the neighborhood committee frowned again, "If you want to go to school, you need a household registration. The old man probably hasn't registered the child yet."

So before going to school, the little guy was taken to the household registration by adults. The police station policeman was a young man. He had just graduated from a police technical secondary school and had not yet taken off his childishness. He said to everyone with a embarrassed look: "I don't have a birth certificate or something, how can I get it?"

The director of the neighborhood committee is a natural aunt. He shouted in a straight voice: "Is he considered an alien when he grew up watching this little guy grow up?"

Although Chinese people are afraid of trouble, there is a rule that as long as someone takes the lead, the sense of justice will begin to spread, so a large number of chattering voices began to sound in the police station. Of course, the crowd of female porridge is porridge.

The little policeman's surname is Li, and he is also a local policeman, a public servant, and a servant of the public. What's more, there is a middle-aged woman in the crowd who is making excitement and is staring at him fiercely. What else can he dare to say?

That middle-aged woman is his fucking.

So the little guy had a small notebook to prove his identity for the first time. While filling out the form in irregular regular script, the little policeman asked, "Name?"

"..." The little guy looked confused and was stunned for a long time and replied: "My master called me Tianxing, saying that Tianxing I survived."

The man of the neighborhood aunt, Oh, this title is too complicated, and the teacher Zou quickly came out to show his ability, "No, no, this name is too vulgar. Fortunately, the heaven asked about the heaven, it does not meet the requirements of spiritual civilization construction. Let's do this, name it Tianxing, manpower surpasses Tianxing, which is great..." He shook his head and everyone didn't care. After all, among these people, this Chinese teacher ate the most ink and his lips were the darkest.

Policeman Li was stunned again: "What's the last name?"

Everyone was also stunned. No one knew what the old man who had just died of the rags was named after the old man who had just died.

"Secret name Yi." The little guy who had been lowering his head finally spoke at this time, his voice like a mosquito.

"Oh." Policeman Li wrote a few words to fill out the form, then handed it to the little guy, and said, "Look at if there is any problem."

The little guy glanced at it and said timidly, "I can't read." Policeman Li suddenly realized and took the form back, but he didn't notice what the little guy muttered softly: "I know Yiziya, so if I want to have a surname, how could it be written so difficult?"

This year was the sixth year that Yi Tianxing came to this world. In this year, he lost his closest and closest person, and he also had his own name for the first time in his life. Most importantly, he started to go to school.

Like other children in the world, Yi Tianxing first went to elementary school, then middle school, and then high school. Unlike other children in the world, other children went to school and went to school. All day long were only popsicles that cost two cents a piece of ice or bricks that cost five yuan a piece of ice on the street, or snatched a table tennis table and smashed paper pieces. Yi Tianxing had to worry about picking up popsicles that others had left on the street and picking out paper pieces that others didn't want... After school every day, he had to go to the garbage dump to dig things before he could go back to the dark hut where he lived to cook a pot of vegetables.

The vegetable leaves are picked at the corners of the vegetable market, the oil is boiled by the fat that the butcher sometimes gives to the vegetable market, and the water is picked up at the faucet outside the neighbor's door. However, the neighbor has a very time concept and will put the faucet on time every night at 7 o'clock. So Yi Tianxing sometimes picks up the rag and comes back late, so he has to bear the pain and not boil it with water. Instead, he carefully throws a few oil residues and eats a delicious meal with the leftover rice the day before.

However, this luxurious life made him feel heartbroken.

Strangely, just eating like this, his figure gradually grew and became stronger like others.

As for the school? Since the beginning of family planning, which child is not a piece of baby in the hands of parents who is afraid of melting and falling? Who would play with a poor boy who still smells smelly no matter how he washes his clothes?

So Yi Tianxing's life in school was not only cleaned the trash can once every day after school, but there were some problems reading this book. He always felt that it would not take too long to read a book, Chinese, mathematics, exercise books... It seemed that it would take a few days to finish it.

I remember after reading it.

He did not know that people with this ability were called geniuses in the world.

So when he saw other classmates sitting at the table and reading books seriously, he always felt something was wrong with his studies, so he felt extremely ashamed.

After the third grade, I started taking Chinese language exams. The double percentage that used to be ordinary was now out of reach for most students. So Yi Tianxing's genius appeared uncontrollably, although his composition at that time was still unrestrained: Ah, nonsense like the motherland. But the double percentage finally alarmed the school leaders for four consecutive times.

So he began to become an excellent student who was innocently named and recited by his teachers in class, and began to give a report at the Young Pioneers Conference in the school. Fortunately, his life was too special, and his small face always had a look of avoidance, otherwise he would be the most special captain in the history of Gaoyang Chengguan Primary School.

But his stench remains, his poverty remains, and his withdrawal remains. Naturally, he still can't play with his classmates. When his left sleeve's lever is as fast as a rocket, the children in the school start to look strange when they see him. The classmates who could have said a few words to him now don't even talk to him.

He didn't know that this was the world's respect and fear of geniuses, but he simply thought that he had done something wrong again...

After entering the key junior high school, this situation is better. After all, everyone around me is older children. The most important thing is that after entering the junior high school, Yi Tianxing's genius who never forgets seems to disappear in an instant, his grades quickly declined, and then he swayed up and down the 25th place in the class.

Junior high school teachers often sigh, why is this genius period for a hard-earned child in elementary school rather than junior high school?

Just when people will gradually become mediocre in the future and don’t know what the future will be, the high school entrance examination will come.

Yi Tianxing once again made everyone fall into glasses, of course, not an exception for those with myopia.

He scored 539 points, which was 60 more than the mock exam, and just three more than the admission score line of key high schools in that year.
Chapter completed!