Flickering marriage will leave sooner or later

I was sent to my aunt's house by my mother when I was five years old.

It is said that it is my aunt's house, but in fact it is my aunt's mother Zhu Cuihua who is in charge of the house.

It was a very powerful old lady, she was very small but very energetic, and she was even more aggressive when she scolded people.

When I went to her house for the first time, the old lady was sitting on the bench in the front room, knocking melon seeds, and when she raised her eyes and raised her eyes slightly, she came with a sarcastic word.

"Hey, the son of a man from the city is not ordinary handsome. Wouldn't it be very wronged to be placed in my country bumpkin's house?"

My mother, He Xin, smiled stiffly with a little embarrassment. At that time, she was just a little girl under the age of 25. She had never seen the world or even won a fight, but she gave birth to me and raised me with full of enthusiasm.

If it wasn't for giving me a better education, why bother to put a lot of money in my aunt's hands and endure such ridicule.

My aunt is an honest widow, she silently pulled me to the old lady, held my mother's hand and promised to take good care of me and never treat me badly.

My aunt with a vicious mouth sneered, "My own son is raised to death, yet she dares to worry about other people's sons."

At that time, my mother was taken aback, and hurriedly looked at my aunt's face. Fortunately, my aunt had heard these bad words for several years, and she didn't feel anything for a long time.

Seeing that she was not being funny here, the old lady took out two big bills from the thick envelope and happily went to the square to look at the cards.

When my mother left, the tears in my eyes almost flowed into a small river.

What a horrible environment, what a horrible family, and being in the same room with an old lady who can eat people without seeing my mother, I was crying and fussing and almost fainted.

My mother still left, because she was reluctant but the elderly grandmother in the family needed someone to cook and take care of her regularly.

That time was the darkest moment for me when I was young.

But now, looking back on my short 35 years, I can only sigh with emotion, don't make premature conclusions before you have lived this life.

Because the word "most" is used to surpass.

Which of the stories I want to tell next is not more tragic than that time?

But no matter how tragic it is, it’s already in the past, baby, the reason why I write these down now is not only because you accidentally mentioned something you want to hear, but also because I want to preserve and seal these memories before they fade away .

Just put it in your place, in your time diamond box.

That’s right, I just want to be cherished and treasured by you with the deciduous teeth and lanugo hair of sheep and sheep, and I can wake up with a smile every time I think of it.

After many years, I can still hear your teasing words.

I was in first grade at a public elementary school in town and skipped preschool.

Because my mother was always worried that being illiterate would delay my studies, there was a sister in the village who could read and count but did not graduate from middle school. She often taught me some knowledge with the help of my mother.

It can be considered that I am smart, and my sister will talk about those things once and I will have a plenary meeting.Just as Yangyang has shown the ability of never forgetting, my mother is still very surprised and keeps praising him for being smart.

I don't know that his father's genes are very good, and of course your genes are also very good, baby.

Such a smart child was really rare at that time, and my aunt wanted to send me to preschool. She was a conservative woman, and she promised my mother that she would not treat me badly, so she would not be perfunctory for money.

Even if I don't need it, she insists on giving it away.

The old lady was shrewd about this matter, she just took a few arithmetic problems to test me, and found that not only did I answer correctly, but also calculated more numbers, she was so surprised that she said "obediently, obediently".

So the old lady waved her hand and directly took me to the elementary school to sign up while my aunt was not at home.

The headmaster there was still staring with a mustache, "What kind of primary school does such a young person go to! It's just unreasonable nonsense!"

My great aunt slapped a few big red bills on the table, and said fiercely, "Stop talking nonsense and do it for my baby!"

Ever since my mother sent a lot of money to my aunt's house, the old lady stopped talking nonsense, and would slap the table with tickets every now and then.

It has the characteristics of a local tyrant now. It turns out that the old lady used to have a sharp mouth because she was forced by poverty.

If money can solve the problem directly, why bother?

This is the first truth I learned from the little old lady, money is very important, very very important.

Of course, baby Xiaoyu, this kind of reasoning cannot be understood by wealthy families like you, because...vulgar.

My elementary school was really boring.

Not only the teachers are boring, but the kids are too.Boys and girls love to play house games, especially girls love to play house with handsome boys.

Every day, five or six little girls with snotty noses and long noses followed me and wanted to play house with me. I just wanted to find a quiet place to stay.

Why are you staying?cry.

why cry?I miss my mother.

Cough cough don't laugh, you must know that I was only a half-grown child at that time, I didn't see my father a few times when I was young, and I couldn't even remember the number of nostrils on his face, let alone left my mother when I was ignorant .

Homesickness became the most depressing thought during that time.

Dreaming and thinking, standing and thinking about walking and thinking.

I think of the radish balls my grandma made for me, the delicious face cream my mother gave me, and the scallion noodles she made for me.

Almost counting the days on my fingers, my mother came to the town to pick me up in the car of the uncle's house in the village early in the morning of the Chinese New Year.

It was still snowing that day, and the old lady stood at the door and watched me happily scurry into a monkey beside my mother without looking back.

A look of resentment appeared on his face, "Bear boy, little white-eyed wolf! You don't even know how to say goodbye when you leave! Next time you come back, you will be kicked out!"

My aunt still understood this duplicity little old lady, and said with a smile: "Mom, Ozawa will start school soon, so you can let him go back and have fun."

The old lady glared at her, "Hey! You are the only one who can talk when you have a long mouth, right? Who doesn't know!"

Even now, I can still clearly remember the expressions and words of my aunt and aunt, which are the most simple and simple life attitudes of common people.

They complain less, and more about living every day well, how to say and how to do it every day.

Although I really wanted to go home, but after I got home and passed the excitement, I felt that the grandma sitting on the recliner was extremely boring.

My busy mother was preparing dinner, and I ran after her, and accidentally fell into the snow and gave her a big jump.

I stood up with a heartless smile, and there was always a touch of sadness between the brows of my mother who was smiling through tears.

At that time, I thought that she missed her father as deeply as I miss her. After all, my father who was busy with his career did not come back this year.

No news at all, no contact, except for a large amount of money sent regularly at the beginning of each month, I can still confirm whether this person is dead or alive, otherwise my mother who gave birth to a child is still beautiful and charming, like a half-grown girl. Remarried coldly.

Countless matchmakers came to the door to say goodbye, all of which were rejected by my mother.

In fact, the root of the disaster had already been planted earlier, but no one was able to find out.

There is only one upright young person in the old, weak and young family, and that person is a helpless woman.

There are more and more malicious eyes, and the hatred and jealous eyes are getting more and more presumptuous.

What's more, at that time, everyone in the village knew that my father was the young master of a rich family, and they also knew that they would send money to my mother every month, a thick wad.

You can get a glimpse of our usual expenses for food and clothing. Fortunately, my mother is smart. She hides the money she receives every morning and sends it to the old lady when she has time.

In this way, the family suffered thieves several times before and after, but they only lost some food and clothes.

There is no shortage of food in our house, and the clothes belong to the elderly and children, and if they are stolen, they can only be torn down and used as rags.

I spent a very warm New Year at home, and my mother's arms were really warm, fragrant and soft.

After experiencing so much darkness, I thought I would never feel that kind of tenderness again, but God has mercy on me and let me meet you.

Let me know that tenderness is something I can not only get, but also give.

Whenever you lie in my arms, you should understand the throbbing in your heart.

I love you so much.

Before school started, my mother sent me to my aunt's house early in the morning. Before leaving, my face was not good.

But she still told me gently, waiting for her to pick me up.

Although this wait, I'm afraid it will have to wait until the summer vacation.

I nodded sensiblely, and my mother walked away with tears in the corners of her eyes.

This time I didn't cry or make a fuss, I was as sensible as a big child.

How strong can a six-year-old boy be?

Fragile shoulders are not yet able to withstand this natural disaster, nor can they be the mother's spiritual support.

So in the spring of that year, under the care of the old lady and my aunt, I forcibly gained five or six catties, and my poor mother was already on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

I didn't believe in fate before, but now I do.

Those things are like one well-designed and wonderful drama after another, which subtly blends humanity and darkness together.

Tell you to understand that the world is absurd like a dream, full of blood.

My mother was sick because I busted through dirty things that should have been kept well hidden.

Feelings of shame, shame, and unworthiness to be a mother filled her heart, and broke out completely in the suppressed silence.

Her madness is a little bit from the inside out, and gossip is also something that flies around with wings.

The grandmother who had nowhere to turn for help was crying, but my father's family, that is, my grandmother and grandfather, remained indifferent.

Telling the truth will only dirty their ears and the noble hearts of scholars.

As for the old lady, I begged for half a year, and there was no room for refusal.

It's about the grievances and grievances of my previous life. As a little kid, I am not qualified to know about it, and I am not qualified to comment on it.

Grandma gave up on herself, and mother was also up and down.

When I'm good, I always buy candy for me, and then turn around and send me to the old lady, thinking that I will be safe and sound.

When it was bad, he would go crazy and talk to me, and when he was emotional, he even smashed the chairs.

That face was still pretty, but it didn't have the gentle temperament of the shy smile before.

My grandmother listened to the words of the wicked women in the village again, and brought back some messy medicine to treat my mother.

Madness is indeed useful at the beginning, but as the dosage increases, people become stupid.

I sneaked home after school to see my mother, who was sitting in her yard staring blankly at the morning glory on the fence.

No matter what I call, she won't respond.

At that time, I felt that the sky was about to fall. In this world, my mother was my only blood relative. It was this woman who gave me the courage to be fearless as long as my mother and I were together.

It was she who supported a child's world and became a god in my mind, but that day, this world collapsed suddenly.

This woman with a colorful halo stepped down from the altar by herself.

My howling rang out all night.