To my dear Mr. Meng

In our first year of junior high school, happy events came one after another.

Of course, for me, there is only one happy event, and that is being able to study with Mr. Meng for another three years.The other two happy events are for our parents.

The first thing is that Uncle Meng remarried, and everyone in the neighborhood is happy for the Meng family. The happy event in my family is that my mother is pregnant again. Before no one finds out, I quit my job first. My dad is also very happy, so she can feel at ease Raised at home.

My classmates were all only children. At that time, superbirth was not only embarrassing, but also dangerous.Sometimes the teacher wants to hold a parent-teacher meeting, but I dare not ask my mother to go.My mother planned to send the child to my uncle or aunt after birth, and told me in every possible way:

"When you have younger brothers and sisters, you will be an elder brother. You should be more sensible, you know?"

I stared strangely at her belly, which was not yet pregnant, and felt that there was a monster living in it.

Mr. Meng said that his house will move out soon, and the new house is not next to mine, but it is in the same direction, and we can go on the same road after school. I was so happy that I didn't fall asleep all night.

Since Mr. Meng's mother passed away, I have never been to the compound again, and I have never met Mr. Meng's stepmother. I only know that her name is Ding Hui, and she is also a government official. She is in the unit next door to Uncle Meng. know.

We all sympathize with Mr. Meng very much, and we even care about him at school. After all, the story of the stepmother abusing Xiao Baicai is well known. In our eyes, the stepmother is just a blind bear in human skin.

Everyone asks:

"Meng Qiansheng, did your stepmother beat you?"

"Is your stepmother not giving you food?"

"Does your stepmother always speak ill of you to your father?"

He just shook his head.

"Then your stepmother treats you well?"

But he stopped talking, making everyone confused.

If it's not bad, then it should be good.Everyone thinks.

So they all breathed a sigh of relief for him.

After a while, everyone found that there was a cut on his hand, and asked him what was wrong, but he still didn't say anything, and everyone became worried again, and said in private:

"Meng Qiansheng's stepmother would prick his hand with a needle!"

At that time, I also believed it was true, wishing to follow him home and see what was going on with my own eyes, so as to fight for him; it was not until a long time later that I accidentally ate the food he cooked and suddenly realized it.

After the Meng family moved to a new house, I went there with my parents once, and finally met the vicious stepmother in the legend.Mr. Meng's stepmother is tall and plump, like a northern woman (maybe, I don't know her origin), her skin is as yellow as a yellow person's, and her eyes are slender, occupying the only trace of charm on her face. .The cheekbones are high, scattered with a few sparse brown spots.

Compared with Mr. Meng's mother, she is really not beautiful; but when she appeared with Mr. Meng's father at the same time, she was very harmonious.When Mr. Meng was with them, he looked like a child who ran in from another family.

That day, we were supposed to just sit and go, but Uncle Meng insisted on keeping us for dinner, and my parents couldn't refuse.I wish I could stay a little longer and play in the room with Mr. Meng, so as not to be bothered by adults.

Mr. Meng asked me: "Is your mother pregnant?"

I slept on his bed and gave a brief "hmm".

He asked again: "Will your mother like your brother or sister more?"

I pretended not to hear, turned my back to him, and pulled the quilt over my head.The chair squeaked, and then sank beside me. Mr. Meng sat on the bed and patted my head through the quilt.

"I'm going to take a nap," I said.

"Then sleep well, you should be bored like this."

If you don't listen, don't listen, Wang Ba recites the scriptures.

It wasn't until I was woken up by Mr. Meng that I realized that I had really fallen asleep.When I woke up, my head was outside the quilt, well tucked in by the corners.

"Go wash your face and have dinner right away."

As soon as I went out, I met my mother with supercilious eyes:

"Are you sleeping at someone else's house?"

Uncle Meng said with a smile: "Children, the more you sleep, the faster you grow."

I smiled embarrassedly.

My mother turned to him and said, "My family has been like this since childhood, with a strange temper and silent. If a girl is still quiet, what would a boy look like?"

I went outside to wash my face.

There is fish for dinner.

In the past, my aunt was very good at cooking fish, even my mother couldn't compare to it.I had already expected that the fish on the table might not be as good as Auntie Jean’s craftsmanship, but when the soft fish meat entered my mouth, the watery smell mixed with a faint earthy smell rose to the sky, as if swallowing a handful of fish scales, I almost spit it into the bowl , didn't even dare to chew it carefully, and swallowed it whole with frowning eyebrows.

My dad has always been able to eat anything. Uncle Meng talked and laughed happily with him, ate fish and meat, and drank wine with him.I was the only one worrying about the bowl, and Aunt Ding on the opposite side said, "Eat it quickly. Doesn't it suit your taste?"

My mother laughed and said, "Leave him alone, we will eat ours."

Suddenly a pair of chopsticks stretched out and took away the remaining half of the fish in my bowl.Mr. Meng cleaned the spines, put the fish into his mouth, and swallowed it quickly.

I was so grateful that I squeezed his hand under the table.

Aunt Ding said: "It's so big, I still grab food from other people's bowls."

Uncle Meng looked over suddenly, frowned and said, "What kind of words!"

Mr. Meng kept his head down while eating without saying a word.Usually I don't say anything at this time, but somehow, I subconsciously answered: "It's okay, I do the same at school lunch time."

Uncle Meng and Aunt Ding both smiled and said something like "children are very affectionate".

During those days, my mother couldn't stay idle at home, and on a whim, she cooked for me in different ways all day long.But I have done too much, and my dad has been out for a long time to socialize, and he does not return home at night. Many dishes have not been finished after the taste has changed, so they can only be wasted.

My mother cleaned up while complaining, saying that so-and-so's kid would eat three or four bowls for a meal.I put the washed dishes into the cupboard, and suddenly said, "Why don't you ask Meng Qiansheng to come over for dinner."

After thinking about it, she agreed, saying that when I was a child, I ran to other people's houses every three days, so I should reciprocate.

I can't see Mr. Meng suffering at home, and I urge him to come to my house every day.Xu Shi was annoyed by me, and he finally followed me home.

This day, my mother cooked braised lion heads, served with two home-cooked vegetables and a tofu soup. The lion heads were served on a large plate, and then placed on the table, occupying a whole table.My mother was so enthusiastic, she kept picking up vegetables for Mr. Meng, persuading him to eat more, and piled up the bowls as high as a hill.

I didn't expect her to make this. Last night, she said that the ribs were stewed today, so I asked casually.My mother said that when she went to the vegetable market, the good ribs had already been picked out by others, so she didn't buy them.

I remember the braised lion's head dish, which she learned from Aunt Rang.After dinner, Mr. Meng wanted to wash the dishes, but my mother disagreed. In the end, we were kicked out of the kitchen and talked on the balcony.I poked the rose in the flower pot with a small trowel, and pretended to ask unintentionally, "Does it look like your mother?"

Mr. Meng smiled: "I haven't had it for a long time. I don't know how to do this."

I lied obsessively: "I will."

"You can?"

"I have time to make it for you to eat."

He seemed very happy and readily agreed.

The next day I pestered my mother to teach.

Later, I didn’t know how many times I practiced, no matter whether it was salty or light, my mother didn’t allow me to waste it, so I had to bite the bullet and eat it, so that for a long time, I felt sick when I saw the lion’s head.

It didn't take long for my mother to become obsessed with playing mahjong, and she didn't like to go home anymore.I was happy and quiet by myself, and Mr. Meng came to my house gradually and diligently. Sometimes on weekends, I let him sleep in my house, just like when I went to live in his house when I was a child.

Sometimes when I see my mother coming back at night, she doesn't say anything, and when she leaves, she tells me not to let Mr. Meng live in our house all day long, Uncle Meng and the others should be upset.

I seldom disobey my mother, only this matter has been ignored.It's true that I love staying with Mr. Meng.But I let him live with us for another reason.

I never knew that Mr. Meng's father would beat him.Hitting children is all because the children are young and disobedient. Naturally, they will be beaten less when they grow up. What's more, they didn't hit children when they were young. How can they be hit when they grow up?

Once in physical education class, I was sweating from running. After class, we went to the water pipe to take a shower. Mr. Meng just rolled up his sleeves, and immediately put them down again.I looked at it strangely, and asked him what was wrong, but he didn't say anything. I grabbed it and took a look, only to find that there was a little bruise on his arm. When I pushed it up the sleeve, there was a big bruise on his upper arm.

Mr. Meng's father likes to drink, I know it, but in the past because he was under the control of his aunt and old man, he restrained himself a little.At the end of last year, the old man was in poor health and was hospitalized for a long time. Mr. Meng's father gradually became unscrupulous, and now he can't do without alcohol for almost three meals a day.

I asked, does Aunt Ding care?

Mr. Meng said that she thought it was okay for men to drink alcohol, and her natal brothers and uncles all wanted to drink.

I was angry in my heart.Mr. Meng also said that he didn't blame Auntie Ding. He himself was stupid in the past two times, but now he is smart. Whenever his father drinks too much, he will hide away.

I asked him why he was beaten for this wound on his arm. Mr. Meng said that because Uncle Meng asked him to call Aunt Ding Mom, he refused to change his words.

What is this called?

I took him home after school, and called the Meng family again, saying that I would let Mr. Meng live in my house.Aunt Ding didn't say anything, and hung up the phone after a few polite words.

My dad was there that day, my mom stewed ginkgo chicken soup, and I gave Mr. Meng the two chicken legs that my mom left me.

At night when Mr. Meng was taking a shower, I was looking for safflower oil in the drawer, and my mother stopped me: "What's the matter with you, you're already in junior high school, so you don't listen to your parents?"

My dad also chimed in: "I'm not at home recently, and your mother said that you lured Meng Qiansheng to our house every three days. What does that sound like? What do you want Uncle Meng and the others to think?"

I told them about Uncle Meng drinking and beating Mr. Meng. I thought they would be relieved, but my mother said, "It's his father who cares about him. What's your business? Is your surname Meng?"

I was so angry that I turned around and walked to the room. My dad stood up abruptly: "If you don't care about you for a few days, you will lose your temper, right? Who told you to go? Come back to me!" When Mr. came out of the bathroom, he stood there in embarrassment, put on a blunt smile, "Are you ready to wash?"

Mr. Meng's hair was still dripping, and he wrapped it in my towel to prevent the water from falling on the floor: "Thank you, Uncle He, for troubling you."

"No trouble, no trouble, see what you said! Everyone has been an old neighbor for many years, and He Yujun troubled your family a lot when he was young."

My mother also laughed: "This kid is just too polite, it sounds like we are different from each other. Come and play more when you have time, why are you polite! I even changed your diapers when I was young, just like my own home."

"Then let's go first."

"Go to bed early, go to bed early."

Mr. Meng dragged me into the house.

We like to talk under the quilt. Once we talked about the swan tail, we almost got into a fight on the bed again. Just when my dad got up at night, we were so scared that we lay straight on the bed, not daring to move.I reached out to grab Mr. Meng's thigh, and he gasped in pain.When my dad went back to lie down again, I just turned over when I got a slap on the buttocks.

"It's against you," he said.