23 years ago, a young woman drove to our village, and the head of the head was smirk, and there was no urban urban. Therefore, the daughter-in-law in the village often spits with the woman, and some of the daughter-in-law is still a few feet, and she is "rolling away." But she is not going, still smirking in the village.
At that time, my father had 35 years old. He worked at the stone field to be stranded by the machine, and he didn't marry his wife because of his poor. Grandma saw the woman and a few pictures. I just moved my mind. I decided to accept her to give my father to make a wife. After she gave my family "Continue to the incense", I took her away. The father is unwilling, but looking at the scenery at home, biting the teeth or promised. As a result, my father didn't spend, I got a groom.
When I gave me, my grandmother took me, I didn't have a few teeth, and I said: "This mad woman, I also gave me a grandson with a hand." Just I have a life, my grandmother Take me away, and never let the mother close.
Mother has always wanted to hug me, shouting many times in front of her grandmother: "Give it, give me ..." Grandma didn't care. I am so small, like a meat, what should I do if I miss me on the ground? After all, the mother is a madman. Every time I have a request for me, my grandmother always supports her: "Don't want to hold your child, I won't give you. If I found you, I will kill you. Even if you don't fight Dead, I have to take you away. "When the grandmother said this, there is no hope that is ambiguous. The mother understands, the fear of face, every time I look at me far away. Although the mother's milk blight is powerful, I can't eat the half of my mother, and a spoon of my grandmother. I will feed me. Grandma has "neuropathy" in the brother's milk, if it is infected, I will trouble.
At that time, my family still struggled in poverty. Especially after adding a mother and I, I often uncover the pot. Grandma decided to take the mother, because the mother did not only eat "idle" at home, but it is still a born.
One day, my grandmother cooked a big pot of rice, and I added a big bowl with my mother. "Daughter-in-law, this home is too poor, mother-in-law is sorry for you. You have finished finding this bowl of rice. I haven't been there in the future, ah? "The mother got a big gathering in the mouth, listening to the" one-by-party order "under the grandmother, a gunsee is stagnant in his mouth. My mother looked at my grandmother, I couldn't mourn: "No, don't ..." Grandma smashed his face, took out the majestic parents and spokes: "You are mad mother, what is 犟, I didn't have your good fruit. You are getting wandering everywhere, I have been in your two years, how do you want to eat? If you haven't heard it? "After you finish your grandmother, I took out one after the grandmother. Handle, like the leading rods of Yu Taijun, and there is a sound of "咚". The mother was shocked, watching her mother-in-law, and slowly went to see the rice bowl in front of him, there was tears dropped on the rice flower of white flowers. Under the perspective, Mother suddenly had a very strange move, she divided the rice in the bowl to another empty bowl, and then watching her grandmother.
Grandma is staying, it turns out that Mother is said to her grandmother, only half a bowl of rice per meal, only to ask her to go. The heart seems to be jealous, and her grandmother is also a woman. Her tough attitude is also mounted. My grandmother didn't have a head, and my tears went back, and then reposted her face and said, "I will eat it quickly. I will go. You will starve in my family." Mother seems to be desperate, even the half bowl of rice Didn't eat, Lang Lang got out of the door, but it took a long time to stand before the door. Grandma hard and intestines: "You walk, you go, don't look back. The rich people are rich in people!" The mother closes, and a pair stretched into the mother-in-law. It turned out, the mother wanted to hug me. Grandma is depressed, or I will hand it to my mother. The mother will hold me in his arms for the first time, and I laughed and smiled. Grandma is like a big enemy, and both hands will follow my body, and if you are afraid of madness, you will lose me like throwing garbage. The mother took me less time for less than three minutes. Grandma can't wait to take me in the past, then turn it into the house.
When I understand the little thing, I found out that in addition to me, other small friends have a mother. I am looking for my father, find my grandmother, they said, your mother is dead. But a small partner told me: "Your mother is a madman, was driven away by your grandmother." I will find my grandmother to pull the skin, I have to return my mother, but she is a "wolf grandmother", and even give her meals. Pumped a place. At that time, I didn't have a "mad" concept. I only know that she is very much. What is her grow? Still alive? Unexpectedly, in the age of six, the mother left home was coming back.
That day, several small partners flew like to report: "The small tree, go see, your mother is coming back, your mad teacher is back." I am happy, I will run away, my father Grandma also chased it. This is the first time I have a memory. She still broke the clothes, there is still some yellow grass on the hair, and the sky knows the night in the grass. Mother did not dare to get into the house, but in the face of my house, sitting on the stone of the front of the village, holding a dirty balloon in his hand. When I stand in front of her and a group of small partners, she was anxious from the middle of our son. Mother finally stared at me, staring at me, split my mouth: "Small tree ... ball ... ball" she stood up, kept the balloon in her hand, and gave me a stuff. I retired behind it. I am very disappeared, I didn't expect my mother to think that the mother of the day is actually such a picture. A small partner said on the side: "The small tree, what is your madman now? It is your mother."
I said angrily, I said to my little friend: "She is your mother! Your mother is a madman, your mother is like this." I ran away. I don't want this madden. Grandma and father have gone in the door. When the grandmother walked, her conscience was tortured. With the age, her heart was hard, so she left a mother, and my boring is not happy, because the mother lost my face. .
I have never seen the mother's face, never take the initiative to tell her, and didn't call her "mother". The exchange between us is based on me "", the mother is never dare.
Can't raise my mother, my grandmother decided to train my mother. When you are working in the next place, your grandmother took the mother to go out to "obey", saying that it is not obedient.
After some days, my grandmother thought that my mother was trained in my own, and I was alone to cut the pig. Unexpectedly, the mother cut two baskets "pig grass" for only half an hour. Grandma, I am in a hurry, and my mother is scolding the rice in the field of people. Grandma is angry, she is in a hurry: "Crazy mother's grain is not divided into ..." Grandma is thinking about how to be good, the owner of the rice fields find it, and it is a grandmother to teach. Grandma is blowing three feet. When the family's face took the root stick, he knocked on the back of the mother. "" Killing you this mad woman, you are rolling away from the old lady ... "Although the mother is crazy, I still know, she I jumped, hopped, hopping the stick, I kept the wailing of "Don't, Don't ...". Finally, people think that "Forget it, we don't pursue it. It will take it seriously ..." After this wind wave sang, the mother sobbed on the ground. I am embarrassed to her: "Grass and rice are unclear, you are really a pig." The voice just fell, my back is slapped, it is my grandmother. Grandma looked at me: "How do you talk? How do you talk? If she is also your mother!" I disdainted his mouth: "I don't have such a stupid mother!"
"Hey, you are getting more unliked. See I don't hit you!" Grandma raised the slap, then I saw the mother jumped on the ground like a spring, horing my grandmother, the mother pointed to himself The head, "playing me, hit me" is called.
I understand, my mother is called her grandmother, don't hit me. Grandma is holding down in the half-air, muttering mint: "This mad woman, I know that I love my child!" I got to school, my father was taken in neighboring village, a professional household, please go to the fish pool, Earn 50 yuan a month. The mother still goes out of the grandmother's lead, mainly to play a pig, she has no big mess.
I remember that I read the third grade of elementary school, I was hungry for a winter day. The sky suddenly rained, my grandmother made the mother to send me an umbrella. The mother may fell a few times, and the body is like a mud monkey. She stands next to the window of the classroom. I am smirking, I still call: "Tree ... umbrella ..." Some students laugh, I am like a needle felt The mother hates the teeth, hate her not to know, hate she gave me a shame, and hate Fan Jiaxi who took the lead. When he is also exaggerated, I grabbed the stationery box in front of him, but I slammed him, but I was hide by Fan Jiaxi. He rushed to the neck, and we tear it. I am small, I am not his opponent at all, and he is easily pressed on the ground. At this time, I only listened to the long whistle of "" outside the classroom, and the mother flew in, and I grabbed Fan Jiaxi and dragged it outside the house. It all said that the madness is big, it is really not fake. Mother's hands will bully my Fan Jia Xi to half Kong, he scared to cry, and a pair of fat calves in the air. The mother is ignorant, and he has lost him in the pond at the door of the school, and then he walked away.
Mother gave me a big disaster, but she was not like not. In front of me, the mother recovered a good look, and looked at me well. I understand that this is mother love, even if my mind is unclear, my mother love is also awake, because her son has been bullied by others. At that time, I can't help but call: "Mother!" This is what I will call her for the first time. The mother is shocked, looking at me for a long time, and then like a child, shame, grinned, smile silly. That day, our mother and son went home for the first time. I said this with my grandmother, my grandmother was frightened to fall on the chair, and I would like to ask my father to call my father. Dad just entered the house, a group of Zhuang men who took a knife stick broke into my house, regardless of green saponis, first put a raining pot in the pot bowl, home like a nine-level earthquake. This is a person who is invited by Fan Jiaxi. Fang Father is a little point to Dad's nose. Mom, burned your house. "1000? Dad is only 50 yuan per month! Looking at the murderous fan, Dad's eyes slowly burned red, he stared at the mother with very horrible eyes, one hand flew quickly to solve the belt of the waist, and smashed his face. Let's another, the mother is like a mouse that only sives, and it is like a prey that runs into the dead alley, hopping, hiding, she emits, and the crisp sound of the belt to pick it up. I can't forget my life. Finally, the director of the police station came to stop the hands of Dad's violence. The mediation result of the police station is that the two sides have losses, and there is no loss. Who is caught in trouble! After a group of people left, Dad saw the full house in the pot bowl and fragmented, and also looked at the scarred mother. He suddenly cried her mother and said: "Crazy mother, not, I have to hit you, I have to hit you, this can't, we have no money to compensate. This is a poor in the family! "Dad looked at me again:" Tree, you must read the University of Tao. No, let's be bullied in a lifetime! "I nodded.
In 2000, I took high school with excellent results. The grandmother that can't be died is unfortunate, and the days in the family are more difficult. Enshi Civil Affairs Bureau listed my family as a special hardship family, monthly subsidy 40 yuan, my high school also reduced my tuition fees, I have to continue reading.
Because it is to read, learn and catch, I rarely go home. The father is still working for 50 yuan, and the burden of sending vegetables is blanking in the mother. Every time I always help me, I will give me a good choice, and then give it to the mother. 20 kilometers of Yangchao Mountain Road is firmly remembered, and the wind and rain are unimpeded. It is also a miracle. Anything that is doing for your son is not mad. In addition to maternal love, I can't explain this phenomenon how to deciphered in medicine.
On April 27, 2003, it was a Sunday, and the mother came, not only sent a dish for me, but also brought more than a dozen wild peach. I picked up and biting a bite, smiled and asked her: "It's sweet, where?" Said: "I ... I pick it ..." I didn't expect the mother to pick wild peach, I am sincerely praise She: "Mother, you are getting more and more able to do it." The mother smiled.
Before the mother left, I took care of her to pay attention to safety, mother, oh. I sent my mother, I took it into the last review before the college entrance examination. The next day, I am in class, I will rush to school, let the teacher shouted me out of the classroom. I asked that my mother came to dissert, I said, she went back yesterday. He said: "No, she hasn't returned home yet." My heart is tight, the mother will not go wrong? But she walked for three years, and the literacy won't be wrong. He asked: "What did you say?" I said no, she brought me a dozen wild peach. Two hands and one shot: "Bad broken, it may be bad in this wild peach." He asked me if we came back along the mountain road, and there were several wild peach trees on the way home. A few peaches are hanging on the tree because they are saved on the cliff. We also discovered a trace of branches and branches, and the tree is a hundred fertilies. I looked at me. The surroundings are some scattered peaches, she also holds a tightly, and the blood in the body is condensed into heavy black. I have grieved in five ornaments, holding a naughtee tightly, said: "Mother, my bitter mother, I don't say this peach sweet, my son wants your life ... Mother, you are alive Didn't enjoy a blessing ... "I put the head on the cold face of the mother, crying with the stone in the mountains, all the tears ...
On August 7, 2003, on the 100th day after the mate, the admission notice of Hubei University was wearing the road passed by the mother, through the wild peach tree, through the rice field before the village, "Flying" into my home. I put this late letter in the cold grave: "Mother, children, have you heard it? You can laugh in Jiuxuan!"
