Mo Yan: I have a lot of support from my mother
Yang Xingwen. Mo Yan's original name was Guan Moye, and since he was a child, he liked to tell stories.
On May 16, 1956, Guan Moye only reached the fifth grade of primary school, and his family was a middle peasant, and he was included in the group of poor backgrounds, so that he lost his qualification to go to school, and had to drop out of school to go home to farm, experiencing the loneliness of rural labor.
Guan Moye's strength is very small, and he is purely unmotivated to do manual labor, and when he grows sorghum and cotton in the fields, he is often criticized by others.
Even if he felt aggrieved in his heart, Guan Moye was powerless to remain silent, occasionally talking to himself unconsciously, others didn't know what he was muttering, and found that his abnormal parents were worried about what was wrong with him.
In addition to working in the fields, Guan Moye also herds sheep and mows grass, and when he grazes cattle on the hillside, he will talk to the cows and sheep, play games with ants, sing to birds, and carefully observe the growth of various plants.
In his youth, cows, sheep, ants, birds, and all kinds of plants were his close companions.
When Guan Moye was 10 years old, his father was framed by others, and his mother suffered from serious lung disease, so she really had no money for her.
The father's experience and the mother's illness caused the family to fall into difficulties, and life was extremely difficult, and I didn't know when it would take to struggle out of the difficulties.
Faced with very heavy life pressure, several women in Ping'an Village committed suicide in a row, so that Guan Moye had a huge fear that his mother would suddenly commit suicide.
Every day when he came back from going out to work, as long as he hurriedly stepped through the door, Guan Moye would raise his voice and call his mother, until he heard his mother's response, so that he could dispel the worries in his heart. If he couldn't hear his mother's voice, Guan Moye would suddenly panic and hurry up to look everywhere in the house.
Mother......"At dusk when the birds returned to their nests, Guan Moye came back from working in the fields, screamed a few times vigorously at home, did not hear the mother's response, and quickly went to the cattle pen and toilet to search, basically all the places where the mother might be, but there was still no trace of the mother.
Guan Moye estimated that something bad had happened, and he couldn't help but sit in the courtyard and cry loudly.
When Guan Moye burst into tears, her mother walked in from outside, carrying a lot of heavy firewood and grass on her very thin back.
The mother was dissatisfied with her son's crying, believing that a man should not cry casually.
When his mother asked the reason for his crying, Guan Moye didn't want to directly express his worries, and talked about other things lightly.
After knowing Guan Moye's thoughts, the mother said casually: "Child, don't worry, even if there is no fun in living, I will insist on living, if Lord Yama doesn't call me, I won't go." ”
No matter how many hardships and dangers you face, you have to struggle desperately to survive!In the most painful moments, the mother uttered a solemn promise to teach her son what it means to be strong and unyielding.
In my mother's mind, storytellers are flamboyant and unprofessional, and they can't say anything reasonable.
When he heard from his friends that there was a storyteller in the bazaar, Guan Moye secretly went to listen to the book and forgot to do the work assigned to him by his mother.
When he returned home from the market, Guan Moye was severely criticized by his mother and did not allow him to listen to books anymore.
At night, his mother made cotton clothes for the family in front of a small oil lamp, and Guan Moye mustered up the courage to retell the story he had heard from the storyteller during the day.
Guan Moye continued to narrate, and the retold story gradually attracted the mother, and she found it really interesting.
In the future, every time there was a rush day, his mother no longer arranged work for Guan Moye, and acquiesced to him going to the streets and alleys to listen to storytellers.
As a teenager who had dropped out of school, Guan Moye received strong support from his mother and became interested in storytelling.