? At that time, I had just entered the third grade of primary school. One day, I forgot what it was for, and I made my father fly into a rage. I saw my father, like a martial arts expert, with a shifted belt around his waist, instantly appearing in his hand, throwing it at me with lightning speed, and the head of the belt swept to the corner of my eye impartially. I only remember that I didn't know how to react, but I was dumbfounded.
? I don't remember the injury. In short, this belt scared my mother and successfully scared my father, the perpetrator. Dad held me and ran to the hospital. As a result, I went to the hospital for three days in a row, but my eyes were still closed. Desperate parents rushed to the hospital and sent me to my neighbor's grandmother, who was a devout Christian.
? I don't know whether my hospital diagnosis and treatment finally worked, or whether my grandmother's gentle prayers and warm caresses calmed me down-after all, my father has always been a bosom brother.
? When I saw the light of day again, I naturally became a little Christian. Every day after dinner, I am always the first to come to my grandmother's house, kneeling meticulously on the futon, waiting for other "brothers and sisters" (in the Christian family, no matter how old or young, except my father, all others are brothers and sisters. The arrival of). After everyone arrived, the soothing prayers rang neatly. I closed my eyes gently, and the gentle singing melted into their voices. My neighbor's grandmother always kneels beside me, and her right hand gently caresses my back from top to bottom over and over again, praying softly: "Father, take away the disease, take away the fear, give peace to Ying Ying and health to Ying Ying ... Thank you, father!"
? For a long time, every time I prayed, I was the most cared for person. Long after the eyes were completely cured, my neighbor's grandmother still put my blessing first, sang repeatedly and resigned herself to fate. When she began to bless me softly, other grandmothers always echoed softly, and that simple singing became the most beautiful and precious wealth I had in that era of material poverty.
? Every Wednesday, I will follow my neighbors' grandmothers and walk to a grandmother's house in a neighboring village to pray collectively. I remember that summer night, when the country road was breezy, I looked up and saw the stars in the deep blue sky. It seems to be the most beautiful summer starry sky I have ever seen in my life.
? Every Sunday, I go to church in the town with my neighbor's grandmother. That scene opened my eyes, when I was only 10 years old. On the stage, the well-dressed choirs lined up neatly in two teams, singing wonderful hymns with the accompaniment of the organ. I still remember that when the first tune of the organ sounded, the hairs on my arm stood up to pay tribute, which moved me to tears. I watched the choir sway my body gently through my hazy eyes, and the sound of hymns penetrated my heart. At that moment, my soul must have gone straight to heaven and stood beside my father.
? This life lasted for a whole year. Later, grandma next door went to Jinhua's son's house, and I was lost in the station agent for a long time.