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New emotion
Twenty-three years ago, a young woman came to our village, unkempt, giggling at everyone and urinating in public without hesitation. Therefore, the daughter-in-law in the village often spits on the woman, and some daughters-in-law even stepped forward to kick her and told her to "get out of here". But she just wouldn't go, still giggling and wandering around the village.
At that time, my father was 35 years old. He used to work in a quarry, and his left hand was interrupted by a machine. Because of his poor family, he has never married. Grandma saw that the woman was still somewhat beautiful, so she moved her mind and decided to accept her as my father's daughter-in-law. She was driven away after she renewed her fragrance for my family. Although my father was reluctant, he looked at the situation at home and gritted his teeth and agreed. As a result, my father became the groom without spending a penny.
When my mother gave birth to me, my grandmother hugged me, with a few teeth left, and said happily, "This crazy woman gave birth to a grandson with a handle." It's just that when I was born, my grandmother took me away and never let my mother near me.
My mother always wanted to hug me and repeatedly shouted "Come, give it to me ..." Grandma ignored her. I am so small, like a meat toot. What if my mother accidentally dropped me on the ground? After all, mom is crazy. Whenever my mother asks for a hug, grandma always stares at her and tells her, "Don't try to hug the baby, I won't give it to you." If I find you hugging him secretly, I will kill you. Even if I don't kill you, I will kick you out. " Grandma didn't mean anything vague when she said this. Mom understood, her face was full of fear, and she just looked at me from a distance every time. Although my mother's breasts are swollen badly, I can't eat half of my mother's milk. My grandmother feeds me spoon by spoon. Grandma said that there was a "psycho" in my mother's milk, so it would be troublesome to infect me.
At that time, my family was still struggling in the quagmire of poverty Especially after my mother and I were added, the pot often failed to open at home. Grandma decided to get rid of her mother because she not only ate idle meals at home, but also made trouble from time to time.
One day, grandma cooked a big pot of rice and personally added a big bowl to her mother, saying, "Wife, this family is too poor. My mother-in-law is sorry for you." After you finish this bowl of rice, you will go to live with a richer family and never come again, huh? "Niang mouth just baked a big meal, heard grandma's marching orders, very surprised. A big meal stagnated in her mouth. My mother looked at me in my grandmother's arms and muttered, "No, don't ..." Grandma suddenly lowered her face, took out a dignified paternalistic style and shouted sharply, "You crazy bitch, why are you so stubborn? There is no good fruit for you to eat. You've been wandering around. I have taken you in for two years. What do you want? Leave after dinner, do you hear? " Grandma said, and took out a hoe from behind the door and slammed it on the ground like Long Touzhang of Yu Taijun, making a sound. Niang was startled, looked at her mother-in-law timidly, and slowly lowered her head to look at the rice bowl in front of her. Tears fell on glistening rice. Under the strong light, Niang suddenly made a very strange move. She gave more than half of the rice in one bowl to another empty bowl, and then looked at her grandmother piteously.
Grandma froze. It turned out that Niang told her that she only ate half a bowl of rice for every meal, just begging not to drive her away. My heart seems to have been pulled hard. Grandma is also a woman, and her tough attitude is also fake. Grandma didn't go too far. She held back her tears and said with a straight face, "Eat, eat and go." You will starve to death in my house. "Niang seems desperate, did not even eat half a bowl of rice, lang lang stagger out of the door, but stood in front of the door for a long time. Grandma hardened her heart and said, "Go, go and don't look back. There are many rich families in the world! " Instead, the mother came over and put her hand into her mother-in-law's arms. It turns out that mom wants to hug me.
Grandma was depressed for a while, but she gave me to her mother like a baby. My mother held me in her arms for the first time, and she smiled brightly. But grandma put her hand under me, for fear that my mother's madness would throw me away like garbage. My mother held me for less than three minutes, and my grandmother couldn't wait to pull me away, then turned and closed the door.
When I was ignorant, I discovered that all my friends had mothers except me. I asked my father, and I also asked my grandmother. They said, your mother is dead. But my little friend told me, "Your mother is crazy and your grandmother drove her away." I asked my grandmother to give my mother back to me, called her "grandma wolf", and even spilled the rice she brought me all over the floor. At that time, I didn't have the concept of "crazy", but I missed her very much. What does she look like? Still alive? Unexpectedly, when I was six years old, my mother, who had been away from home for five years, came back.
That day, several friends flew in and reported, "Xiaoshu, go and see, your mother is back, and your crazy mother is back." I ran out happily, and my parents followed me. This is the first time I have seen my mother since I can remember. She is still in rags, and there are some yellow grass clippings in her hair. God knows she spent the night in that haystack. Mother didn't dare to enter the house, just facing my house, sitting on the stone pile in the rice field in front of the village, holding a dirty balloon in her hand. When I stood in front of her with a group of friends, she was eager to find her son among us. My mother finally stared at me, staring at me all the time, cracking her mouth and calling me, "Little tree … ball … ball." She stood up, kept raising the balloon in her hand and threw herself into my arms please. I keep retreating. I'm disappointed. I didn't expect my mother, whom I miss day and night, to look like this. A little friend said, "Xiaoshu, do you know what crazy people are like now?" Just like your mother. "
I said angrily to my little friend, "She is your mother! Your mother is crazy, your mother is like this. " I turned my head and ran. I don't want this crazy mother. Grandma and dad led the mother into the door. At that time, after grandma kicked her mother out, her conscience was tortured. As she grew older, her heart could no longer harden, so she left her mother on her own initiative, and my boss didn't want to, because she lost my face.
I have never given my mother a good look, never talked to her on my own initiative, and never even called her "Niang". The communication between us is mainly based on my "roar", and my mother never dares to talk back.
Mom can't be left at home for nothing, so grandma decided to train her to do some chores. When working in the field, grandma took her mother out to "watch" and said she would be beaten if she didn't obey.
A few days later, grandma thought Niang was trained by herself, so she told her to go out and cut pig grass alone. Unexpectedly, mother cut two baskets of "pig grass" in half an hour. Grandma looked worried and panicked. Mother cut the rice that was beating and heading in someone else's field. Grandma angrily scolded her: "Crazy woman doesn't care about food and grass ..." When Grandma was thinking about how to clean up the mess, the owner of the rice field came and said that she deliberately instigated it. Grandma flew into a rage, took out a stick in front of others and knocked it on her lower back, saying, "Kill you crazy bitch, get out of my way ..."
Although mother is crazy, she knows the pain. She jumped away from the stick and kept wailing "No, no …". Finally, people couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Forget it, we won't pursue it. Be strict with her in the future ... "After the storm subsided, Mother lay on the ground sobbing. I disdainfully said to her, "You can't tell grass from rice. You are really a pig. " As soon as I spoke, I got a slap on the back of my head, which was played by my grandmother. Grandma glared at me and scolded me, "Little Rabbit, what are you talking about?" If you do this again, she's your mother, too! "I disdain a pie mouth:" I don't have such a stupid crazy mother! " "
"Wow, you are getting more and more ridiculous. See if I don't hit you! " Grandma raised her hand again. At this time, I saw my mother jump up from the ground like a spring and lie between me and my grandmother. My mother pointed at her head and shouted, "Hit me, hit me".
I see. Mom asked grandma to hit her, not me. Grandma hung her hand in mid-air and murmured, "This crazy woman knows how to love her children!" " "Soon after I went to school, my father was invited by a professional fish farmer in a neighboring village to guard the fish pond and earn 50 yuan a month. My mother still goes out to work under the leadership of my grandmother, mainly to fight pig grass, which has not caused any big trouble.
I remember a winter day in the third grade of primary school. I was hungry and suddenly it began to rain. My grandmother asked my mother to give me an umbrella. Mother may have fallen several times all the way, and she looks like an eye inflammation. She stood by the window of the classroom and looked at me with a smirk. She also called, "Tree ... Umbrella ..." Some students giggled. I'm on pins and needles. I hate my mother. I hate her ignorance, hate her embarrassing me, and hate Fan Jiaxi who took the lead in heckling. While he was still exaggerating, I grabbed the pencil case in front of me and threw it at him, but Fan Jiaxi dodged. He rushed forward and grabbed my neck, and we tore it apart. I'm small, I'm no match for him at all, and he knocked me down easily. At this moment, I heard a long whistle of "Ow" coming from outside the classroom. Mother flew in like a soldier, grabbed Fan Jiaxi and dragged her outside. It's true that a madman has great strength. Mother lifted Fan Jiaxi, who bullied me, into the air with both hands. He screamed with fear, and a pair of chubby calves kicked around in the air. Mother ignored him, threw him into the pond at the school gate, and then walked away with a cold face.
Mom made a big mistake for me, but she seems fine. In front of me, my mother resumed a timid expression and looked at me please. I understand that this is maternal love. Even if she is unconscious, maternal love is sober, because her son has been bullied by others. At that time, I couldn't help crying: "Mom!" This is the first time I have called her since I can speak. Mom was shocked, looked at me for a long time, then blushed like a child, grinned and looked silly. That day, our mother and son came home with an umbrella for the first time. I told my grandmother about it, and she was so scared that she fell down on the chair and called her father back at once. Dad had just entered the house when a group of mature men with knives and sticks broke into my house. They smashed pots and pans, and it was like a magnitude 9 earthquake at home. These are the people invited by Fan Jiaxi's family. Fan Fu pointed to his father's nose and said, "My son is scared out of his mind and is now lying in the hospital. If your family doesn't pay 1000 medical bills, I will fucking burn your family down. "
1000? Dad is only 50 yuan a month! Looking at the murderous Fan family, my father's eyes slowly burned red. He stared at his mother with terrible eyes, quickly took off the belt around his waist with one hand and hit her in the past. Time and time again, mother jumps and hides helplessly like a mouse living in fear and like a prey running into a dead end. I will never forget her harsh voice and the crisp sound of the belt on her. Finally, the director of the police station came to stop dad's violent hands. As a result of mediation by the police station, both sides have losses and no debts. Arrest anyone who makes trouble! After a group of people left, dad looked at the broken pots and bowls all over the room, and then at his scarred mother. Suddenly, he put his arms around her and cried, "crazy woman, I didn't want to hit you, or I would." This will not work, and we can't afford to lose others. " This is all caused by poverty! "Dad looked at me again and said," Shuer, you must study hard before you can go to college. "Otherwise, we will be bullied for life!" I nodded wisely.
In the summer of 2000, I was admitted to high school with excellent results. My grandmother died unfortunately because of overwork, which made life at home more difficult. Enshi Civil Affairs Bureau lists my family as a poor household and subsidizes 40 yuan every month. My high school has also reduced my tuition and fees appropriately, so that I can continue my studies.
Because I study hard, I seldom go home. My father is still working for 50 yuan, so the burden of delivering meals to me falls on my mother. Every time my aunt next door always helps me copy pickles for my mother to eat. The loss of mother on the 20 km Yangchangshan Road was firmly recorded, rain or shine. It is a miracle that the mother is not crazy about what she has done for her son. Besides maternal love, I can't explain how to decipher this phenomenon in medicine.
On April 27th, 2003, another Sunday, my mother came and brought me not only vegetables, but also a dozen wild peaches. I picked up one, took a bite, smiled and asked her, "It's quite sweet. Where did it come from? " Mother said, "I ... I picked it ..." I didn't expect her to pick wild peaches. I sincerely praised her, "Mom, you are really getting more and more capable." Niang hey hey smiled.
Before my mother left, I told her to pay attention to safety, and my mother replied. After seeing my mother off, I plunged into the final review before the college entrance examination. The next day, when I was in class, my aunt hurried to school and asked the teacher to shout me out of the classroom. My aunt asked my mother if she had delivered any food. I said yes, she went back yesterday. Menstruation said, "No, she hasn't come home yet." My heart is tight, my mother should not go the wrong way, right? But she has been on this road for three years. She can't go wrong. Menstruation asked, "Your mother didn't say anything?" I said no, she brought me a dozen wild peaches. Aunt clapped her hands and said, "It's broken, maybe it's broken in this wild peach." My aunt asked me for leave and we walked back along the mountain road. On the way home, there were indeed a few wild peach trees. There were a few peaches hanging sparsely on the peach trees, which were preserved because they grew on the cliff. At the same time, we found a peach tree with broken branches and an abyss under it. My aunt looked at me and said, "Let's go under the cliff!" " "I said," Aunt, don't scare me ... "Aunt jumped on me and walked into the valley. ...
Mother lay quietly at the bottom of the valley, surrounded by some scattered peaches. She still holds one tightly in her hand, and the blood has already solidified into a heavy black. My insides are torn by sadness. I hugged my mother tightly and said, "mom, my evil mother, I regret that this peach is sweet." It was my son who killed you ... Mom, you didn't enjoy a good life alive ... "I leaned my head on my mother's cold face, and all the stones crying all over the mountain accompanied me to cry. ...
On August 7th, 2003, on the100th day after my mother was buried, the admission notice of Hubei University bronzing passed through the road my mother walked, the wild peach trees, the rice fields in front of the village and flew straight into my home. I put this late letter in my mother's cold grave: "Mom, my son made a promise, did you hear that?" You can smile in the grave! "
Who is the woman who loves you the most in the world? (Men must read)
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New emotion
I will always remember that night, when I was watching sports news as usual, my wife came out of the shower and said to me, "Why is there a mole on my foot?"
I am a person without medical knowledge. I think women like to make a fuss, so I ignored her.
Our life should be said to be very harmonious and comfortable. She has been a full-time wife since I took a high position in the company. I have to work overtime at both ends for three days, and I often travel, sometimes for three weeks. When traveling on business, others will be very worried about the health of the elderly at home and their children's homework. As for me, I am always carefree and determined. I know she will take care of my parents and help my son with his homework. In fact, many people envy her like me. In the eyes of others, she doesn't have to look at the boss's face from nine to five; We have bought a car and live in a three-bedroom and two-bedroom apartment on the west side. Although we don't know what romance is, our relationship has always been very good.
My wife used to be a pharmacist and had some medical knowledge. She knows that this inexplicable, anodyne and sudden mole is likely to have problems. She went to see a doctor herself and was diagnosed with skin cancer. The result frightened us all at once. In those days, I accompanied her to visit the most famous big hospital in Shanghai. All the diagnoses are the same, and a famous doctor told me that the death rate of this cancer is 90%! This is the most dangerous skin cancer.
Soon, as the doctor predicted, new moles kept growing on her legs, arms and back. Her body and spirit gradually began to decline.
In my impression, I occasionally have a cold, a fever and a stomachache, and my wife is almost not sick. But now, she has never been idle, and finally lies in the hospital bed.
Without her, this family would be deserted. There is no hot air in the kitchen, and the toilet and furniture in the bathroom are covered with dust. When I came back, the once bright, warm and comfortable place became a place I hardly knew. I am strange to many things at home. I thaw and steam rice in the microwave oven. I don't know which one to use for a long time. I made a cup of coffee or tea, cooked a bowl of instant noodles and heated a bowl of soup, which tasted different from hers. In the past, she handed me the daily necessities easily, but now I have searched through the drawers and found nothing.
Since she was in the hospital, I have been taking public leave and personal leave, and I want to spend more time with her. Because at this time, I realized that if there is no home, if there is no considerate wife at home, no matter how much money a man earns, the scenery outside is empty.
Just as her illness became more and more serious, an acquaintance told me that there was a hospital in Guangzhou that specializes in treating this kind of skin cancer. Similar cases are cured there, but the cost is very high. A course of treatment lasts for three months, costs about 300 thousand, and the cure rate is about 30%. When I told my wife the news, she was almost absent-minded because of her illness. She clearly said three words to me: I want to live! (At this point, Lin Sheng's tears fell down. Really, I never thought that we were such a loving couple before, but at that moment, I felt that we were the most loving and suitable men and women in the world, and it would be great to live together. She wants to live. I want her. We will grow old together, wait for our son to grow up together, and listen to him call us "grandparents" together. I made up my mind to accompany her to Guangzhou. When I went to the company to ask for personal leave, I heard a colleague whisper, "If it were me, I would save 300,000. If you don't die, you will have both money and money. " "
Those who say these words have never experienced the sadness that their loved ones will leave, nor do they know the hope that this life opportunity brings us. At that time, I thought, even if it was 600 thousand, 1 10 thousand, I would sell the house and car as long as she could live.
Before I went to Guangzhou, I went to the supermarket near my home to buy some daily necessities. On the eve of Mid-Autumn Festival, the supermarket is full of cheerful faces, and people are talking and laughing. I suddenly felt isolated from those happy people, and all the laughter and laughter had nothing to do with me from the moment my wife got sick.
I bought a lot of daily necessities according to the list she gave me. I felt heavy when I went out with my bag. For so many years, the food at home has been properly arranged by her. I never know how much a bag of rice costs and how much a barrel of oil costs. I never knew that transporting these things from the supermarket to home was actually very tiring. I used to feel that I was the pillar of my family. When she suddenly fell down, I realized that she was the backbone of my family.
We spent the most intimate days since we got married in Guangzhou. In those three months, we lived together day and night and often laughed and cried together. I can't remember how long it's been since we had such a heart-to-heart talk. After the first month of treatment, she seems to feel much better. Occasionally, I will help her walk in the garden. We recalled our first meeting at the gate of People's Park. The first time we saw a movie was at Shengli Cinema. It's an Italian film called The Last Emotion. She still remembers that it was starred by Sophia Loren. She told me that when I asked her to watch a movie, she had already watched it with her classmates, but she couldn't bear to refuse me, so she watched it with me again. It seems that we only recalled this plot on our honeymoon, and now we are just sad. After all these years of marriage, we have never talked so much together.
For three months, I watched her languish. Special treatment didn't work for her, and finally she couldn't even drink a bowl of porridge. Later, she said to me, "I want to go home." In this way, we returned home in despair.
After returning home, her body became weaker and weaker, and the pain symptoms that cancer patients were most afraid of began to appear. She couldn't sleep all night, she was tortured by pain all night, and painkillers didn't work. I can't wait to suffer for her. I really can't bear this pain on my own.
Occasionally, when she is in a better mood, she begins to explain things at home to me. I didn't know how busy she was at home alone, because there were so many complicated housework. She also told me which restaurant I bought every time I ate smelly hooves, which brand of underwear I usually wear and which supermarket I bought them from. Three days before her death, she even taught me how to use the washing machine. I bought a washing machine with her for several years, and she has been operating it ever since. (Lin Sheng burst into tears again when he said this.)
A few days before she died, she kept saying that she would marry me. She is very happy. Our three months in Guangzhou was the happiest day of her life. Those three months will also be the wealth of my life. Although, because of these three months, I lost the opportunity of promotion and a lot of material things, everything has become a thing apart from my wife. Fortunately, I had those three months, otherwise I would have a bad conscience all my life.
The day she died, it was calm. I told my son that my mother went to another place to wait for us, and we would reunite there later. At that time, mom was still mom, dad was still dad, and he was still our child.
Now, I am most afraid of seeing a happy family of three. Every time I pass the People's Park, the original Shengli Cinema and the supermarket we have been to together, I can't help crying. When using the washing machine, when pressing the microwave oven, when looking for seasonal clothes for my son, I worked overtime and didn't come home until late. When I woke up in the middle of the night and slept alone in that big bed, I wanted to cry. I didn't feel any special happiness when she was here. She is my wife who has been married for many years and is the mother of my children. When she was away, the sky seemed to fall.
I used to see a man crying after his lover died in a TV series. I thought it was a sensational performance, and now I'm crying with him. I saw a car donating blood for free on the road that day. I thought of her again. I remember once, the unit organized blood donation. It happened that it was my turn. When she heard about it, she solemnly asked me, "Can I go instead of you? I don't go to work anyway. You can rest at home. " I also laughed at her: "I am sick, let people know, don't laugh me to death." I went home after donating blood, and she made me spinach pork liver soup and red bean lotus nut porridge. I remember what she often said to her son: "It is the hardest for dad to make money at home, so dad is the most important." In fact, she is the most important. Without her, our father and son lost the most important thing in the world-happiness.
I bought her a cave tomb in Sheshan. When I painted the word "love my wife" with a red pen, my heart was particularly sad. I am not a person who is good at expressing feelings. I never said the word "love" to her when I was in love.
I saw that she sometimes turned over Qiong Yao's novels, shed tears for the love in TV dramas and laughed at her. Now, I can only write "love" on her tombstone. My beloved wife, if she can come back from the dead, I would like to say the word "love" to her again and again, a word that all women are willing to hear from the loving population countless times. Why didn't I tell her a few times when she asked me to, when she was healthy? !
I just want to tell my husband who lives a healthy and happy life to take good care of your wife, leave more time for her, and don't ignore everything she has done for you. There are a lot of things, and we don't know her beauty until we lose them.
A wife is a woman who loves you the most, understands you the most and is willing to give everything for you. Besides, any kind of love between men and women can't compare with the true feelings between husband and wife.