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The discovery of the ancient ritual instrument Fuxi Phoenix Qin at home was a major event that happened when Zhong Cheng was thirteen years old - at that time, Zhong Cheng was obsessed with historical research. Zhong Cheng's father, Zhong Qingsheng, is a history teacher, but he did not let his son be the history class representative just because he was good at history. Zhong Qingsheng believed that officialdom was a taboo career for the Zhong family, and he did not want to cultivate his son's talents in this area. Seeing that his son had bought back a lot of history books with yellowed paper, Zhong Qingsheng could only find an excuse to reduce his son's pocket money. But Zhongcheng soon learned to ask for money from his grandfather. Mr. Zhong was a veteran and received monthly salary and allowances. In addition, he took care of several acres of thin farmland owned by his second son, Zhong Qingwei, so he was never short of money. His grandson likes to read, and Mr. Zhong seems to like it. When he heard that his grandson asked for money to buy some used books, he was naturally willing to take out all the money in his pocket. He also praised Zhongcheng for being frugal and spending small money to buy big books. He is a great scholar.

In May, in Manjiugou, Tianshan Mountain, a white night bus crawled slowly on the rugged winding mountain road. In the car, He Xinzhu was lying there with a book on her head, and her peaceful smile as she fell into reverie appeared on the glass. After driving six or seven miles, the car stalled again. The driver jumped out amidst the complaints from the passengers and began to check the car. Xinzhu also got out of the car along with the cursing passenger. On the side of the road, marigolds, wild poppies, calaco daisies, Ryan's lilies, and dandelions were blooming in full bloom. Xin Zhu hurriedly ran over and picked them happily. She was going to make a garland, because soon she would become Xuange's bride, and she wanted to give this garland to her beloved. When Xinzhu returned to the car with a large bouquet of wild flowers, a tall young man sleeping on the upper bunk of Xinzhu said, Miss, be careful that the wild flowers are poisonous!

My mother named me Yundi because my father's surname is Cai. My mother said that one night, she dreamed of a bed of colorful clouds. My father came back in the middle of the night, and that night she had me. My father left before dawn the next day and never came back. Some people in the village said that my father was a member of the Eighth Route Army, while others said that my father was a bandit. But my mother said that my father was a traveling monk, and that the dream was so beautiful that the colorful clouds obviously brought my father back, and in the blink of an eye, he took my father back to the sky. My grandma said unhappily: "Daughter-in-law, why are you cursing your man to death?" My mother shuddered after hearing this, and her face immediately turned sallow, as if a disease had caught her and she couldn't escape. My mother was lying on the kang for several months. One day she smiled and said to me, "Son, the colorful clouds are in the sky. Why are you standing on the ground?"