give me glory [e-sports]

When I was sorting things out today, I came across the name my father and mother wrote for me when they were waiting for my birth. It turns out that my father's handwriting is really beautiful.

—— "Ding Shengrong's Diary"

Rongxian County in July really deserves the words "scorching sun like fire".

Outside the Rong County Public Security Bureau, a grandmother in her sixties was nursing a baby in her arms while waiting in line.

The grandmother is Ding Shan, a native of Dingjia Village. Both her ancestors and her husband are surnamed Ding. She is an ordinary farmer who has been stationed in Dingjia Village, Rong County for generations.Today is the day when her grandson is registered for newborn registration.

The line slowly decreased, and finally arrived at her. She rushed to the window in three steps at a time, and hurriedly greeted the staff inside, "Hello, hello, hello, hello."

The staff in the window stretched out their heads to glance at the little baby in her arms.The little baby doesn't see any beauty or ugliness, but has a puffy face, big and round eyes, small hands swinging in the air, occasionally rubbing against grandma's neckline, occasionally scratching grandma's hair, it looks really cute.

The staff looked at the little baby's silly movements, and looked at the team with only two or three people behind him. The anxiety and impatience that had been raised due to the heat and busy work were much less, and they smiled kindly at Ding Shan After a while, "Are you here for newborn registration?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Ding Shan hurriedly agreed, and took out the few books that his second son ordered to be prepared and handed them to the staff at the window, "My son said he needs these things, can you see if they are all there?"

The staff looked a little strange at the stack of documents, and couldn't help muttering, "So many?" But when they turned to the third document, they suddenly became speechless.

"Mother died? Father disabled?" The staff couldn't help but glanced at the little baby outside the window. His skin, which had just been in contact with the sun, was still a little too tender, and what he could see in his dark eyes A world I don't understand.

The staff turned to look at the old woman holding the baby again.

This old woman is no different from the old women you can see on ordinary roads. She has gray hair, a slightly bent back due to too much farm work, and is very thin.

The staff suddenly felt some compassion.

She couldn't help but straightened her back and sat up straight, completing the procedures at the smoothest speed.

"What's the child's name?"

"Ding Shengrong."

"Ding, grand Sheng, glorious Rong?" Because this place is called Rong County, when many people name it, it may be to let their children remember where they grew up, and they will choose "" from their children's names. "Rong", the staff also subconsciously thought it was this.

Ding Shan was illiterate, and didn't know who the staff were talking about. She tremblingly took out a small cloth bag from her pocket, and took out the note that was kept in the cloth bag, "Look, it's this Ding Shengrong."

The staff took the note from the narrow window. It was a piece of paper torn from a notebook, but for some reason it looked old, and the corners of the paper were still yellowed.

But on this piece of paper, there are three words neatly written in block letters in unclear ink:

Ding Shengrong.

The staff couldn't help admiring, "The name is really good, and the characters are beautiful."

When Ding Shan heard someone praise his son, he immediately became cheerful, "Yes, yes, my second child is educated, and he named the child. When he was teaching in the town, he always The most popular teacher. His writing is also the same, he has won awards from childhood to adulthood!"

When Ding Shan talked about his son, his face was full of pride and joy.

The staff handed the completed certificate and processed documents back to Ding Shan, and sincerely wished, "This child is very cute, I hope he can grow up healthily."

It was already dusk when Ding Shan carried Ding Shengrong to Dingjia Village, and it happened to be dinner time. Walking on the road, the smell of food could be heard from every house.

Ding Shengrong was probably hungry, so Yun started to cry with his fingers.While coaxing the child in his arms who had been running around with her all day, Ding Shan quickened his pace and rushed back.

When they got home, Ding Shan’s eldest son, Ding Zhengjian, and his eldest daughter-in-law, Zhao Xiu, were eating around the table. On the table were a bowl of tamales and a bowl of vegetable soup. Ding Zhengjian was holding a large bowl of rice with a small dish of chili sauce on it. I'm having fun.

Ding Shan entered the room and asked, "Have you eaten? Has Zhengkang eaten?"

Ding Zhengjian moved his chopsticks, Zhao Xiu glanced at him, and he took two more mouthfuls of rice, "Mom, Zhengkang has already eaten."

Zhao Xiu continued, "Mom, we've already done it for him, but you know, we can't do anything if he can't eat it."

The baby in his arms didn't know if he smelled the smell of food at close range, made him hungrier, and cried louder.

Zhao Xiu glanced at Ding Shengrong in Ding Shan's arms with some jealousy, "Mom, the child is hungry, let's feed it first."

Ding Shan watched them silently for a while, coaxing Ding Shengrong while saying, "I'll go see Zhengkang first."

"What's so interesting, it's just like that." Ding Zhengjian muttered while eating his rice, his voice was not low, but he didn't stop Ding Shan's footsteps.

Ding Shan walked through the front yard to Ding Zhengkang's door, she knocked on the door, "Zhengkang, mom came to see you, are you resting?"

There was a reply from inside the room, a little muffled through the door, "No."

Ding Shan pushed open the door, and Ding Zhengkang was lying on the bed, covered with a thin blanket.The weather was a little hot, his face was slightly red, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

There was nothing in the room, just a bed, a small wardrobe, and a small table beside the bed.

On the small table is a bowl with a small mouth missing. In the bowl are some vegetables and soup. The soup has no oil and is as clear as white water.

Ding Shan walked to the bed, looked at the dishes in the bowl and trembled with anger, "I'm not at home, so they give you this?"

Ding Zhengkang turned his head—this was the only part of his body that could move, "No, I'll eat the ones with meat."

"Stop talking for them." Ding Shan put the child on Ding Zhengkang's bedside, wiped away his tears, "Mom is sorry for you, and Mom should give you a better life."

"Mom, you are like this again." Ding Zhengkang said hoarsely, "I am sorry for you, it is my son who is unfilial."

"I took Shengrong to apply for a birth certificate today." Ding Shan stood up tremblingly, opened the closet, took out the baby bottle in the closet, and made some milk powder for the child, "It's fine for Zhao Xiu in the future, you have no heart My eldest brother is fine too, don't try to snatch Sheng Rong away from you."

Ding Zhengkang turned his head to look at the little baby lying next to him. Ding Shan came over to feed him. The baby who had milk stopped crying in an instant, holding the bottle and sucking happily.

"Brother is right to want to adopt Sheng Rong. I am a cripple, unable to make money, and I can't get up again. I don't know when I will die. But the elder brother is different. He can't have children, so I can definitely take Sheng Rong Treat him as his own, at worst he can have something to eat, unlike Sheng Rong following me, maybe even..."

"I don't allow you to say such things!" Ding Shan scolded, "Even if you want to make Sheng Rong a good boy, don't be mean and worthless like his uncle, but live a good life and look at him. grow up."

Ding Shan said harshly to Ding Zhengkang, and felt that he was too serious, afraid of hurting Ding Zhengkang, his voice slowed down and comforted him, "Don't worry about the money, Mom has saved some money here, and there are also vegetables sold on weekdays." Eggs are rich. There are also some of your old things, which can be exchanged for money if you sell them, so there is no problem in raising Shengrong."

Ding Zhengkang closed his eyes and did not speak again.

Ding Shan stood up silently and left the room.

Ding Zhengkang in the room slowly opened his eyes after Ding Shan left.

The immature baby was waving his small hands, gently grabbing the broken hair on his forehead.

Ding Zhengkang's eyes were full of haze, and finally there was a trace of tenderness.

"I will be Ling Jueding, one... one..."

The immature child's voice echoed in the somewhat dilapidated house, but the poem got stuck at the last line.

"a list of small hills."

Ding Zhengkang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, sounded a bit harsh, but he spoke very slowly, and every word was very clear. It was no problem for the five-year-old Ding Shengrong to understand, "Writing poets from Wangyue to Dengyue I want to go to a higher and better place. Through the description, the height of Mount Tai is once again highlighted, and the majestic posture and momentum that overlooks everything is written, and it also shows the poet's boldness." ①

Ding Shengrong still didn't quite understand this, so he could only blink his eyes and write it down.

"I hope you can remember this. I don't ask you to become a climber in the future, but you must not stop looking up at the mountains, and you must also have a sense of responsibility to be able to climb the mountains by yourself."

Suddenly footsteps came from outside the door, Ding Shengrong moved his ears, the footsteps were dull and heavy, it should be Ding Zhengjian.

Sure enough, two or three seconds later, a sturdy figure opened the door and walked in.

Ding Zhengjian threw the copybook in his hand on the table, and said impatiently, "I bought the copybook for you. There are so many things for children to read a book at home."

For so many years, Ding Zhengkang has gotten used to him like this, and he said calmly, "Thank you brother, Shengzheng also let him practice calligraphy more, now there are papers in the exam, and the handwriting can improve a little bit."

Five years ago, when Ding Zhengkang was unwilling to adopt Ding Shengrong to Ding Zhengjian, he and Zhao Xiu adopted a newborn baby boy from another village and asked Ding Zhengkang to name him.Ding Zhengkang thought of Zhengrong, so he named the child Ding Shengzheng.So Ding Shengzheng is half a year younger than Ding Shengrong, but his name sounds like an older brother.

Ding Zhengjian threw down the copybook and left. Ding Shengrong obeyed Ding Zhengkang's request and obediently sat in front of a chair and began to practice calligraphy. This is his third copybook, and it is also his daily routine since he was three years old.

Ding Zhengkang was a Chinese teacher in junior high school before, so since he could speak consciously, he taught him to recite Tang poetry and Song poetry every day, read him various classics, and told him what it meant. Task.

In addition to these, in order for Ding Shengrong to have a good body, Ding Zhengkang urged Ding Shan every day to make Ding Shengrong eat a balanced diet and ensure nutritional intake. From the age of four, he asked Ding Shengrong to eat every day after school. Running and exercising, or helping Ding Shan with farm work, instead of just sitting in the house reading and memorizing texts.

Ding Shengrong is also considered to be up to date. He skipped a grade and entered the second grade at the age of five. Originally, his age was not up to the school age standard set by the Education Bureau, but Ding Zhengkang was afraid that he would not be able to accompany Ding Shengrong for too long. Let him grow up as early as possible.He thought that when he was a teacher before, he taught a student from a family with some background, so he dragged some connections and forcibly changed Ding Shengrong's age by two years.Although Ding Shengrong is only five years old this year, judging from the files, he is already seven years old.

Many years later, the extra two years old made a big turn in his life at a fork in the road, and he had a completely different encounter.

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①The interpretation comes from Baidu Encyclopedia.

The author has something to say: After counting, 520 is a good day to start writing.