Jean Love

"There is a bowl of lean meat soup in the kitchen." Holding a plate of green vegetables in both hands, the mother turned her head and said to the grandma who was sitting beside her shaking a cattail fan.

This is a rule in our family. Every time we buy new meat dishes, such as pork, dog meat, beef... the kitchen (the person who cooks that day) will pick some good ones, pick them out, and make some soup for the elderly.When grandpa was alive, he kept it for grandpa, and then gave it to grandma.This is a good way of expressing filial piety to the elders, and it has continued since I can remember.I think the main reason for doing this at the beginning was to prevent children from being ignorant.

I still remember one time, it was in the vegetable shortage season.One night, my grandfather chopped up two cured duck wings, cut a large bowl of dried chili peppers, and cooked a dish together.One night, one serving of rice was divided among us, leaving an empty bowl that rattled when knocked.How old were we at that time, because of the shabby food on weekdays, and because we didn't know how to control ourselves, my brother had a stomachache for a few days.The mother was very distressed, and the grandfather was very helpless.

Today, life is much better than it was back then.But it’s not like the people in the city, who go out to the market.In the countryside, perhaps, they are used to living a good life and being poor.

"Mao Ya, go buy two beers to drink. People who are exhausted have nothing to eat, and those who are sitting at home are waiting for the dead to eat..." Beside the TV, the father raised his chopsticks and stared at the dining table .Complain.

"In the kitchen, you have to go and bring it to eat. I don't have to give it to you." Grandma stopped waving the cattail fan, held a corner of the stool with her left hand, slowly stood up straight, pointed in the direction of her father, and cursed .

I jumped out of the hall door, bought two beers, and returned quickly.Sit down next to my father, open one, and fill two bowls: "Come, touch one." I watched my father raise his head, his Adam's apple protruding and protruding.Put down the bowl.Facing grandma, I want to get mad again.

"Oh! Wait, I stood up and stretched my hands to my father's head." Dad, you have a lot of white hair on your head, and there didn't seem to be so many last year. How did it change so quickly?

"As I get older, my hair turns gray and my muscles become slack... Every year is different, everything changes!" My father sighed.

"No, one thing hasn't changed. It hasn't changed," I said, diverting his attention away from me.

"what?"

"Your temper is still so stinky, and your heart is still so...".I would like to say that it is still so narrow.But he is my father.My biological father considered seniority and inferiority.When I said he had a bad temper, I was joking.He probably wouldn't understand the word "breast", and said that he was narrow-minded. If he thought I was scolding him, it would be counterproductive, and he would be scolded instead of persuading and scolding.I've been busy in vain.

I saw him stop and stop arguing.Immediately with a smile on his face: "Come on, fill up another bowl, drink and eat, after eating, rest for a while, this hot day..." It stopped here.

"Thank you for reading so many books, all you read are counting the footprints of cows and the footprints of dogs. You can't tell right from wrong at all. It's not like your elder brother." Grandma shook her cattail fan again, shaking her head.The finger is pointed at me.

"At the beginning of the year, when your brother was at home, one time, this guy who received a thousand dollars scolded me, your brother dared to stand up, the table slapped loudly, pointed at his nose and told him to shut up, otherwise he would beat him. Look If you are like this now, isn’t this book a waste of time?” After speaking, grandma put her hands behind her back and walked outside.

As he walked, he cursed and cursed: "You have no conscience, you have no heart. You will be struck by thunder, and you will be rewarded by heaven." The whole village was full of yells, and they didn't even eat lunch.For a very small matter, as long as one party tolerates a little, everything will be fine.However, such a situation happens very often.

This is my home, like a gunpowder warehouse, often filled with the smell of gunpowder.Two days and two days, noisy, no surprises.At this time, the mother will eat her own food and do her own things like a little daughter-in-law, and ignore it.Because I don't care about it, as long as I speak, one party will definitely misunderstand that she is helping the other party, and more troubles will arise.Even if you don't make a sound, you may be scolded.

When grandpa was alive, when he was in a hurry, he would say: "If it's a chicken or a duck, I'll kill you with one knife." Seriously.To the father - his only son.

My grandfather was a plasterer. At that time, a radius of two hundred miles was considered traveling.

He made a lot of friends. When he was there, life at home was obviously much better, and his father was also much more docile.Grandpa is gone, no one can talk about him.Grandma is even worse, because grandma is not his real mother, not our real grandma.When my father was very young, maybe four or five years old, because of my grandmother's intervention, my father's mother left and remarried to the next village.We had to pass by her house on the way to elementary school, and occasionally she would sneak some food, such as dried plums, dried sweet potatoes, etc., and come back to tell my mother.Only then did I know that this is our real grandma.

My father is not very up-to-date, and his brain is not very good.I heard that I studied in the first grade of elementary school for five years, repeatedly.In the end, my husband was not very willing to teach, and he himself was unwilling to read.This became the laughing stock of his peers in the village, and also the scolding stock of his grandmother.

My mother is a miserable person. She lost her mother at the age of three, and her grandfather also died young.The rest is her son who was adopted by her aunt.Her aunt is the grandmother we met later, and her uncle is the son adopted by this grandmother, and has almost no direct blood relationship with the mother.Fortunately, my grandmother is kind-hearted, my uncle is generous, and my mother is also smart, hardworking and capable.Therefore, when she was a girl, she lived happily in her mother's house.Just to earn work points and help the family.I went to school intermittently, and the teacher who taught came to the house several times to talk to my uncle, saying that it would be free, all free.Let her go to study, and remind grandma and uncle not to waste a good seedling.However, in the end there was no way.

Grandpa has been doing mud and water work outside all the year round - building a house, the kind of clay tile house in the past.Still famous.Known as Master Chen.

When my father was 18, my grandfather asked someone to introduce his daughter-in-law, and he fell in love with my mother.Not far away forty or fifty miles, married into my house.She became the daughter-in-law of the Chen family.

At that time, my mother was 17 years old. She was covered with a red head cover, and she had no sedan chair. She was manpower, and she came to my house with her back on her back. When she first came, she was full of hope.After seeing my father and getting along with him, I soon realized that my husband was not as good as my brother and sister-in-law, even though they were not real brothers and sisters-in-law.

When our brothers were very young, we often saw our parents fight, and the fight was severe. My father grabbed my mother's hair, one by one, up and down, left and right, and the raised and fallen hair strands were clearly visible.Mother can only cry, cry sadly, tears, snot and saliva.The cat is by the eaves, screaming that the sky should not respond, and the earth should not work.We also cried, heart-piercing.

Don't look at the monk's face and look at the Buddha's face. The faults of adults should not be shared by children.At this time, the neighbors came to persuade the fight: "Don't fight, don't quarrel, it seems that the children are frightened..."

The older one pointed to my father: "You, even a cow has learned. What a good daughter-in-law, what a big deal. Every two days, endless..." Then he picked up one of us, Shaking his head: "It's a fool who has no cure. What a crime!"

The young one, cautiously, helped my mother, helped her back to the bed, and enlightened her.

Mother was tired from crying and stopped.First, comfort the few of us, and then look serious, with a kind of tenacity and forbearance that knocks down the front teeth and swallows them in the stomach.Slowly sort out my mood, including endurance.

She knew that she couldn't change her father, but she could change herself. She wanted to use this method in exchange for another reward, even if that reward would be relatively empty or distant.

But she got it, at least later, she was generally recognized by the villagers: "kind, virtuous, diligent, loyal...including sticking to women's morals."

As for the more distant ones, she hoped that none of us, brothers and sisters, should learn from our father, but study hard and behave well.This is her greatest wish, and it is also the most fundamental driving force for her to stand up again every time she bears the burden of humiliation in these years.

She cleared up her mood, rose and set at sunrise and sunset, left early and returned late, opened up wasteland and opened up land, for this family, and even for our three brothers.

Maybe they are worried that their son will grow up and take a wife and forget their mother, or that there are many brothers and the family is poor and they will not be able to marry a wife.Or driven by the kind thoughts that saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level Buddha...!

The family was so poor that it became like this. When my younger brother was two years old, my mother adopted a girl from a nearby village. The girl's parents were also unable to raise them because they had several daughters in succession.The girl was only a few months old when she was picked up, lacking milk, severely malnourished, emaciated and emaciated.Skinny, blue veins exposed, complexion sallow, when crying, the sound is like a sad cat....It's no exaggeration to say that at that time, life was really hanging by a thread, and the soul wandered between Yin and Yang.

For this reason, my mother later said that raising her took three times as much energy as raising our three brothers.This is my younger sister, named Zhao Xin, surnamed Zhao.When he grew up, he was short and short, with fair skin.The facial features are well-proportioned, which is considered pretty, but the mouth is wider, and when she smiles, her teeth are bared, she is not very ladylike.primary school culture.When the ignorant younger brother is used as a joke by adults, he often says directly and mercilessly: "I don't want her, I don't want her to be my wife, she's so ugly..."

My brother is 5 years older than me. After finishing middle school, the technical secondary school he applied for was only a few points behind, and he failed. In 94, I followed the villagers to Guangzhou to work. I changed many units, worked in many jobs, and even worked as a street vendor.The one who does the most work is the waiter in teahouses and hotels. The highest level is the minister. The longest job he has done has not exceeded three years. I don’t know if it is a subjective reason or an objective reason. , be safe and sound, settle down and do something, like brother Chen Hui, save some money, not to mention helping the family, at least marry a wife and have children.He would always shake his head and shake his head: "Human! You can't escape your fate. If your life hasn't grown well, there's nothing you can do...!"