For as long as he could remember, Anyang had lived with his grandparents. Although he would talk to his parents on the phone every week, they could only see each other once a year during the Chinese New Year. In the young Anyang's memory, they had hurried back before they could leave a trace.

Therefore, when he was young, he really had no impression of his parents. Even when other children laughed at him for not having parents, he didn't feel anything special.

After all, Anyang felt that he was no different from other children. The only difference was that they were brought up by their parents, while he was brought up by his grandparents.

Before he was five years old, his grandfather, who was serious in speech and manner, wasn't close to Anyang. He didn't hug him or coax him. When he spoke, he spoke in a strict and commanding tone. Anyang was a little afraid of him.

Everyone in the village had their own piece of land. While being self-sufficient, they could also sell it at the market.

Although their family didn't need that little money, his grandmother didn't leave the land empty. She planted a lot of vegetables and specially circled a piece of land for Anyang to plant watermelons.

In fact, this watermelon field was also a coincidence. After Anyang finished eating the watermelon, he just casually threw the watermelon seeds into the flower pot. He didn't even sprinkle the soil, but they actually sprouted. His grandmother conveniently transplanted them into the field. In the end, they really did harvest a few watermelons. They weren't big, but they were quite sweet.

When there was a watermelon field, Anyang was very curious. He secretly sneaked out to see his watermelon seedlings during his afternoon nap, afraid that they would be pecked by birds.

Not far from the watermelon field was a sand dune. The children in the village liked to play there. One day, they just happened to bump into Anyang.

Anyang never played with them because he was always ridiculed as a "green-eyed monster." Even if he didn't understand, he knew that it wasn't anything good.

It was quite a coincidence that he bumped into Little Fatty, who took the lead to bully him. Originally, Anyang didn't want to pay attention to him, but he didn't expect him to throw a small stone at him.

When the stone hit his head, Anyang was in so much pain that he burst into tears. He was so angry that he forgot his grandmother's words of "don't fight." He picked up the stone and threw it back.

The small stone smashed into Little Fatty's nose, causing two lines of blood to flow from his nose.

Little Fatty wiped his nose and was shocked by the blood on his hand. He cried and ran away. Anyang was also shocked. He knew that he was in trouble and hurried home to find his grandmother.

Little Fatty's mother was a well-known gossipy shrew in the village. Her son had been beaten until he had a nosebleed, so there was a high chance that she would come looking for him.

Anyang pitifully recounted what had happened. Before his grandmother could react, his grandfather silently took a stool and a kitchen knife, sat at the door, and began sharpening the knife.

Little Fatty and his mother were frightened when they came to the door. They looked at their grandfather sitting at the door, sharpening the kitchen knife until it was shiny. Only then did they remember that Anyang's grandfather wasn't a kind person when he was young. When he was in his teens, he dared to fight with people with a chopper. It was only after he joined the army that he restrained his temper.

The "victim's mother" who came to the door had already lost half of her arrogance. She originally wanted to say a few words, but her grandfather said, "Do you really think that I don't know who is gossiping behind my back that my grandson is a 'jinx' and a 'little monster'?

Aren't you afraid that a little ghost will cut off your tongue in the middle of the night? "

Anyang quietly hid behind the door and watched the whole process. His small mouth was open and his eyes were shining. He had never thought that his grandfather was so handsome.

Even when his grandfather said in the end, "You don't even know how to fight. Useless." He just hugged his grandmother's leg and smiled. It was the first time he felt at ease with an adult supporting him.

However, from that day onwards, Anyang's habit of sleeping in was forced to stop. Every morning at six or seven, his grandfather would take him out of bed to practice Tai Chi. His grandfather said that to win a fight, the most basic thing was to have a good body.

So every morning, they pretended to practice Tai Chi on the surface, but in reality, they taught fighting skills.

"See? Like this, kick his calf, knock him down, and then hit his face." As he said that, he struck a pose of a long fist. Anyang opened his eyes wide and imitated him.

"When he hits you, first squat down and dodge, then punch his stomach." Anyang also struck a pose of a white crane spreading its wings.

His grandmother stuck her head out from the second floor and roared, "An Guozhong!

Don't teach my grandson bad things! "

The grandfather and grandson stopped for a while. His grandfather softly taught him again, "If you really can't, you can also poke his nose …"

"Do you really think that I'm deaf?!!!"

Because his grandfather said that a man should have a man's way of solving a problem, after "learning", Anyang immediately challenged Little Fatty to a fight. He may be small, but his tone was not small. "Whoever cries for his mother is a pig!"

Anyway, I don't have a mother, Anyang thought. Even if I cry for my grandmother, I'm not a pig.

The two short legs fought on the sand until the sky darkened and the earth darkened. Anyang's mouth was bruised, while Little Fatty was pressed into the sand. His mouth and nose were stuffed with sand.

When he returned home with his face covered in dust, he was caught and spanked by his grandmother. Anyang gritted his teeth and did not make a sound. His grandmother was heartbroken. After a few slaps, she went to look for ointment.

An Yang quietly moved to the side of his grandfather who was reading the newspaper. He covered his mouth and said in a low voice, "Grandpa, I won."

His grandfather wore his reading glasses and looked in the direction where his grandmother left. He held the newspaper upright and whispered like Anyang, "Well done."

Anyang could not help but laugh.

Little Fatty had developed feelings for Anyang after the fight. A few days later, he came to Anyang to play. Even if his mother beat and scolded him, he still wanted to play with Anyang.

Anyang followed him up the mountain to pick wild fruits, down the river to catch crabs, and even learned to climb trees.

When other children bullied him, Little Fatty was the first to raise his fist and pounce on them.

However, An Yang did not forget how he had bullied him in the past. He had smashed the window of the child who had bullied him and deliberately threw the watch that the little fatty had left in his house out of the window. As a result, the little fatty was unable to explain himself and was taught a lesson by his mother. Until now, he still did not know that it was An Yang who had done it.

Since he started playing with Little Fatty, Anyang seemed to have turned on a strange switch.

Min Yoon-ki once jokingly complained about him, "When will you behave?" Anyang replied with a smile, "I only behaved before the age of five, brother."

After the age of five, Anyang suddenly evolved into a devil incarnate. He and Little Fatty played with the chickens and dogs in the village every day. They were secretly picking peaches and were caught by the guard dog. They were chased from the village to the end. The dog was panting under the tree, and the two of them were so tired that they rolled their eyes while sitting on the tree.

"This, this is not good … We, we have to get a dog."

Little Fatty agreed, but at that time, the dogs in the village did not have pups. He rolled his eyes and suggested, "Let's get a pig. Isn't a pig bigger than a dog?"

Anyang thought it was very reasonable. Little Fatty took a piglet from his own pigsty the next day. His mother was so angry that she chased after him with a feather duster.

However, the piglet was left behind. Anyang and Little Fatty almost fought over whether the piglet should be called "Flatbread" or "Hoof Flower". In the end, they unanimously decided to call it "Piglet".

The piglet was very smart. It followed Anyang and the others into the river and sniffed here and there. It immediately found small crabs and did not forget to call a few times to attract Anyang.

The most important thing was that it was not picky about food. When it came to dishes that it did not want to eat, Anyang took advantage of the time when his grandmother walked away to throw the dishes under the table. The piglet, who had been waiting for a long time, finished it in a few bites.

When his grandmother came back, he pushed the bowl forward and pretended to be obedient, "I've finished eating, grandma."

His grandmother did not buy it at all, "Grandma's eyes are not playing tricks. The ground is covered with the piglet's saliva."

The woman and the pig stared at the wet patch on the ground for a long time. For the second time, An Yang sneakily asked the piglet to bring the food bowl over. When his grandmother turned around, he threw vegetables into the food bowl and then went back to eat obediently.

How could his grandmother not know about Anyang's little trick? She just pretended not to see it. After that, she cooked a few more dishes that Anyang liked.

These carefree days only lasted until the age of seven. Anyang's parents, who were just two symbols in his heart, suddenly came to the village and said that they wanted to take Anyang to school.

Little Fatty was reluctant to leave his little friend. He cried and begged Anyang not to go, "I'll pick fruits and catch small fish for you. Don't go, okay?

I won't steal your melons next time! "

Anyang heard that and cried, "You still steal my melons?

I've already given you two melons. Why do you still want to steal mine? "

His grandmother was very happy to see the two of them hugging and crying. Even his grandfather could not help but smile.

No matter how unwilling Anyang was, in the end, he left the small mountain village that he had lived in since he was a child.

Little Fatty ran behind the car with the piglet and cried, "Anyang, you must come back to see me, Anyang."

Anyang stuck his head out of the car window, "I know, I will come back."