In 1972, there was a severe drought.
Three-and-a-half-year-old Shen Suisui was sold to a trafficker by his best second uncle in exchange for three kilograms of dried sweet potatoes.
Her grandfather was a "Shen Banxian" from all over the country. Before he died, he taught this little girl all the skills of seeing the sky, people, and fate.
Other children are still peeing their pants at the age of three. At the age of three, she can already read clouds and rain, recite 300 peasant proverbs, and half a book of "Ma Yi Shen Xiang".
On the way, he said, "It will rain heavily tonight and the river will swell." This frightened the trafficker into confusion.
Taking advantage of the chaos, he fled into the mountains and accidentally broke into the Hongqi Military Region.
The battalion commander's chickens don't lay eggs? "Move the chicken coop three feet." The next day, eight double-yolk eggs were laid in a row.
Logistics grain selection is not good? "Choose that ear, you will be full." The autumn harvest will double the yield per mu.
Someone stole supplies? "That uncle looked to the left three times and lied."
A certain cold-faced deputy leader said with a straight face: "Who gave her permission to feed her candy? Her teeth haven't even grown yet."
He turned around and took the little girl home, where he warmed milk and sewed cotton-padded jackets himself.
Until on a thunderstorm night, he saw the red mole on the little girl's neck that was exactly the same as his own -
Holding the old letter "Both mother and daughter are dead", the knuckles of my ten fingers turned white.
Shen Suisui tugged at the corner of his clothes and said with a sweet voice, "Uncle... Every year has passed... Suisui's father is very, very close..."
She didn't know that she had found her father all the way and was giving her hot milk every day.
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The little boy speaks in repeated words. He is a child, not a stutterer. . . . . Look if you like this kind of thing
The little boy speaks in repeated words. He is a child, not a stutterer. . . . . Look if you like this kind of thing