When Luo Xiaomao was in the first grade of junior high school, it was in the middle of the Cultural Revolution. At that time, he could not see a bright future in his studies, so his academic performance was muddled.One night, Luo Xiaomao's father suddenly wanted to check Luo Xiaomao's homework, and called Luo Xiaomao to stand in front of the desk. The text, "Read it to Dad, um." Luo Xiaomao picked up the English book and read it indiscriminately. When he tried to deceive his father, he suddenly got a hot slap on the face. "You bastard, remember again!" Luo Xiaomao's father glared at him angrily, "You don't read well, I'll beat you to death today." Luo Xiaomao stuttered in fear, for he didn't lose any of the English he learned at Sun Yat-sen University thirty years ago.Luo Xiaomao admired his father's amazing memory very much. "You shit," the father growled again, kicking Luo Xiaomao's thigh hard. "You are shameless." Luo Xiaomao's father stared at his son angrily and disappointedly when he saw that his son was confused in all his homework. "When I was studying, why did your grandpa give you half-hearted work?" Luo Xiaomao's father said.

Luo Xiaomao and his father were born and raised in two different regions and different environments. Luo Xiaomao's hometown is at the foot of Luoxiao Mountain in the border of Hunan.His father showed his intelligence the moment he emerged from his grandmother's weakened abdomen, because the cry was very different when he landed.The shrill cry pierced through the dense patter of rain and swam into the nearby farmhouses like fish, making some people jump up like cats.Luo Xiaomao's father was born with a square head and big ears, with an aura between his brows, a pair of black eyes that looked here and there, he looked very memorized, and of course he was good at reading.When Luo Xiaomao's father was 5 years old, a fortune-telling old man predicted the future for Luo Xiaomao's young father. "His face is worth at least 50 Guangyang." The fortune teller pointed at Luo Xiaomao's father's immature square face with half a red pencil. "The fortune teller spoke eloquently, and everyone in the Luo family's big house was full of joy, and the eyes that looked at Luo Xiaomao's father were full of envy.It was a sunny morning in May with the fragrance of orange blossoms, the sky was blue, and in addition to the strong fragrance of orange blossoms, the mountain village was also filled with the fragrance of earth and resin.From that day on, when the older generation in the big house gathered together to chat after tea and dinner, they all said this with approval: "This little beast will one day bring glory to our Luo family feeding hall."

When Luo Xiaomao's father was very young, his naive and dirty square face was loved and praised by the older generation with indestructible status and prestige in the village.His father's big purplish red ear holes were often filled with words that looked forward to his future, which made Luo Xiaomao's father proudly feel that he carried the hope of the Luo family house on his shoulders.Therefore, from the beginning, I was influenced by the thoughts of Guangzong Yaozu, and I voluntarily picked up the rise and fall of the Luo family house. Of course, I spent many good times in books, and of course I read well.

Luo Xiaomao was born in a certain hospital in Changsha on a sunny morning in December 1958, and has been growing up in Changsha ever since.When he was young, apart from being afraid of his father, he was almost daring.Luo Xiaomao read and played the piano indiscriminately either because he was born or he was a person who read and played the piano indiscriminately. In those days, everyone read and played the piano indiscriminately.That's all. "When I was studying, how could I tell your grandpa to give half of the snacks!" Father roared, "I do my homework voluntarily every day. Your grandpa is a real farmer and only knows his own name. I read it purely by reading! You If things go on like this, what will happen in the future? Huh?" His father stared at him angrily and sadly, "You piece of shit! There is another useless person in Changsha City, I really want to beat you to death, you piece of shit." Luo Xiao Mao was naturally beaten up by his father, which made him cry like a pig, and vowed to study hard.However, at that time, few students vowed to study hard and really studied hard, because there was no future for studying in those days.