Prison wings.
I’m the only one in the village.
You must be very much loved.
But they didn’t know that my only child was stolen.
01
I had a two-year-old brother.
In the 1990s, family planning in the countryside was strict.
After the birth of her brother, she was “pleased” by the director.
However, in the event of uncertainty, his brother was taken with his life by a fever for seven months.
Every time Grandma mentioned it, she yelled at her mother.
It’s because she didn’t take care of the kids and broke the roots of the family.
Mom just looked down and cried and never answered in front of anyone.
It was only at night that she said, “Your brother should have been fine. You should have had a fever and sweat.” I’m sorry.
“In the heat of the day, he must be given a bed of ten pounds of thick cotton. I’m sorry.
“You were so unmindful, you were so good, you could sleep in three months. I’m sorry.
The village rules: boys at the age of 18 are to be named by the educated.
His brother died, so he didn’t even have a proper name.
Grandma’s got a bad temper.
She’s a loser, she’s an eggless chicken.
Until when I was 10 years old, my sister-in-law, who had three daughters, went into hiding, finally had a son.
As the only man in the family, the cousin received the highest level of love.
Grandma took two eggs from my house, and she fixed her body.
Once upon a time, she was sick with her mother.
“Mother’s hand: “The boy is a pain in the ass, crying at night, and I haven’t slept. I’m sorry.
“Did you ever do that?”
Grandma came in with chicken soup, and she said, “She’s got all the little ones, and it’s not bad for you to ask her.” I’m sorry.
Mom’s not looking so good.
I can’t see her like this, but I said, “Grandma, if you don’t give your brother the cotton, maybe he’s still alive.” I’m sorry.
“Why do you blame Mom for everything? I’m sorry.
02
Grandma’s pissed off, put down the chicken soup and give me a slap.
“You little bastard, who taught you to talk to me like that? I’m sorry.
She’s a good hand at work. She’s strong.
I was thrown in the head and my face swollen.
Mom dragged me behind the door, and Grandma took the broom and squeezed.
My cousin was scared and crying.
“What are you doing? I’m sorry.
It’s chaos, Dad’s back.
He’s red and he’s drunk.
I dragged Mom behind him.
Grandma complained with tears: “You’ve got a wife and a child, you don’t look at me like that, and I’m gonna piss you up, and it’s not easy for me…”
Dad’s gonna pick me up and kick me in my kneecap.
I couldn’t wait to get my knee on the ground.
He yelled, “Are you itching? Even your grandmother! I’m sorry.
He picked up Grandma’s broom and drew it on my back.
Grandma laughed.
She’s always been like this, pretending to be pathetic.
Daddy’s stupid and filial, and Mom’s always suffering.
Mom came over to protect me and begged, “She’s too young to know anything…”
I was staring at my father, and my tears were pouring out, and I yelled, “Is it the mother’s responsibility to die alone?” I’m sorry.
“I’m your daughter and your mother is your cousin. Can’t you just stand by us once? I’m sorry.
Dad’s hand with the broom shiver.
Grandma sat on the floor and started crying, “Why is my life so bad?”
Dad’s broom fell on me and Mom.
When I got home, my mom put red oil on me.
Dad stood at the door and he said, “She’s my mother. You know what you’ve taught me. I’m sorry.
I open my mouth to get back.
Mom’s pulling my clothes, shaking my head.
Her eyes were red, and she whispered, “No, stop it. I’m sorry.
How many times does a woman have to be disappointed to say a single word?
When my cousin was born, Grandma’s heart fell in the ass.
Grandmother sent a basket of firewood to Aunty’s house.
I’ve taken out a large slice of my mother’s freshly grown peanuts, and I’m going to make soup for my aunt.
Touching eggs from my chicken nest for the grandkids.
The city aunt came home and bought a lot of meat buns.
Get in the pot and steam.
Grandma gave her a couple of them and saw me walk through her yard and close the window “slam.”
I’m afraid I’ll beg.
I’m a little morbid, a little sad.
Mom knew and walked five kilometers to town and came back after dark.
Two buns in the arms.
“The meat buns are sold out, only the sugar buns are still hot. Eat! I’m sorry.
It was poor, but Mom always did everything she could to love me.
Grandma went so far, Mom complained, Dad always said, “It’s a small matter, don’t take it seriously.” I’m sorry.
But so many small things piled up enough to hurt people.
Then the rice was planted early and Grandma had to go in.
He offered two acres of thin fields for his aunt’s family.
“Your brother has a large family and now has the only grandson of the family. You’re a brother. I’m sorry.
03
Dad smoked a white sand smoke from his aunt and noded his head despite Mom’s objections.
That afternoon, I went to my mother’s house to call Grandma.
Mom said something to Grandma’s uncle in a sea-south language I don’t understand.
Speaking of which, her eyes are red.
The village books used to sit in the lobby and smoke, stand up and pull me to the outside floor.
Through the thin doors, I heard my mother’s low sobbing.
“Your father and your milk don’t know how to treasure a working daughter like your mother.” I’m sorry.
“Sweet, you know what?
I really wanted to grow up.
Grow up and protect Mom.
It didn’t take long.
It was expensive, Mom.
By the time she came out, her tears had dried up, and five dollars had been felt in her pocket, which had been prepared, and she insisted on being stuffed into village books.
And that evening, when I passed by Grandma’s house, I heard the old Book exhorting her: “Do not exceed the bounds of the little daughter-in-law. I’m sorry.
Grandma didn’t think, “Where else could she go so far away?” I’m sorry.
“You don’t want to kill her, don’t mind our business…”
Dad met his mom when he was in Hainan.
He promised to be nice to his mother, who married Hunan despite her family’s opposition.
This is the end result.
When a farmer is busy, Dad’s going out to sell tea.
The tea was collected from the families and sold in the next county where it was not produced.
But the next time it was a loss, Mom sold two fat pigs to him for a year.
Two months later, he came back, and only a hundred dollars was spent in his pocket, except for 10 pounds of bad tea.
Mom doesn’t count on him anymore.
After I went to junior high, I opened a tea factory in town.
Mom blocked the manager five or six times and ended up working at the factory.
The tea factory is next to our junior high school.
Mom rode my bike this morning and took me to school.
I’ll wait for you at the school.
The school can bring rice to the kitchen for dinner.
I made dinner from the canteen and sat with my mother under the shen tree and ate her food.
It’s all about saving the day.
“Eat, I don’t like meat.” I’m sorry.
The tea factory is the busiest until midday and is always working late.
At that time, working overtime covered a dinner and symbolically issued $5 a night.
Sometimes I don’t get off till 112, and I’m in the doorman’s room waiting to fall asleep.
Every time we arrived, the yard was full of chicken dung and the kitchen pan was full of unwashed dishes.
Dad’s dirty clothes were thrown everywhere.
If he wakes up by accident, he’ll get a scolding.
04
“Bitch, I thought you were dead outside. Look what happened to your house! I’m sorry.
Look at that.
That’s the man.
Even if he did not earn a penny by lying at home, he still believed that domestic work was the responsibility of women.
I made new friends in junior high — Hume.
She’s got good grades and a good personality.
For a while, she suddenly became eccentric.
And I asked, and she told me, “My parents are divorced, and I advised.” I’m sorry.
“My father beat her as soon as he got drunk and woke up and cried and apologized. I’m sorry.
I was shocked.
Because in the country, the family had a difficult story, and each family had a lifetime of bumps and bumps.
Very few divorces.
The sun is dark and the face of the luminous Hume is dark.
“My mom’s gone. I’m sorry.
“What will you do?”
She smiled, “What do we do?” Can I starve to death? I’m sorry.
“I kicked my mother out. Her head was down, her voice was a little shiver, “I want her to go, or she won’t live.” I’m sorry.
After more than a year’s work, my mother kept a lot of money.
Four thousand.
Dad went out for a drink the other day, and Mom sat under a five-watt incandescent light and counted back and forth three times.
“With this money, I can finally go back and see your grandmother. I’m sorry.
The family is poor because it’s distant.
Mom hasn’t been home in almost 10 years.
The twilight light shines out her eyes.
Next month, we’ll get leave at the factory, and we’ll have twigs, mangoes, pineapple…
“Pineapple honey you ate when you were a kid, and I don’t think you remember.
“Your grandmother always says that if I don’t go back and see her, she won’t be able to wait for me. I’m sorry.
Mom’s eyes are red.
That month, she was very emotional and walking.
I’ve never seen so much smile on her face.
She bought a lot of seeds, tanned a few dry packs, bought a new dress and cut her hair.
Grandma was upset about it. She was scolding and scolding.
“Do you still have a bowl of chopsticks? I’m sorry.
Mom pretends she can’t hear.
Soon, on the night before departure.
Mom’s packed her bags.
She went under the bedboard to touch the money she hid.
Touching, her face changed.
The money’s gone!
I was with her, and I took all the straw sheets out of her bed and looked over and over.
Mom cried, “Why did I leave it here? I’m sorry.
“A thief at home? I’m sorry.
I thought about my dad’s pants when he left.
Drag Mom out of the door.
“Your cousin is hiding so much money.” I’m sorry.
“Are you going to bring them back to your mother’s house? I’m sorry.
“The unconscionable bitch, feed her white-eyed wolf for so many years! I’m sorry.
We stormed into the house and the old lady grabbed a fortune.
The $4,000, I counted it with my mother a million times, and I remember it clearly.
The old lady put money in her pants and said, “What the hell? I’m sorry.
“This is the family’s money. You want to bring it back? Dream on!”
“I won’t give you a penny! I’m sorry.
05
Mom went to rob and Dad grabbed her arm.
Her eyes were red and she was shaking: “The house, I bought my ticket and told Mom to go back.” I’m sorry.
“Give me this money first, and I’ll pay you my salary later, okay? I’m sorry.
“You know my mother is not well, I haven’t paid her for years…”
Dad’s a little loose.
“Who knows if you’ve taken it secretly? I’m sorry.
“You’re the one who’s married to the family, and you’re supposed to pay the family. I’m sorry.
“Your brother’s gonna build a new house, or where will my grandson live? I’m sorry.
“Sister-in-law, you won’t be in a hurry to come back to your mother’s house, but we can’t delay it.” I’m sorry.
“This money, let’s borrow it first. I’m sorry.
Grandma turned her eyes over, and said, “Whoever can’t borrow anything, he who says she can’t save her son, that’s what she should pay.” I’m sorry.
Mom’s mouth is open and open, and there seems to be a lot to say.
But finally, she was crying and crying to Daddy.
“Come back next year.” I’m sorry.
Next year, next year, how many more.
Can you wait another year?
Mom’s eyes are falling slowly.
She fell from the cloud of hope, like a flower that faded in an instant.
No! No!
She’s my mother, I can’t let it die.
I ran into the kitchen and picked up the most heavy knife.
“Give me my mother the money or I’ll chop you up!” I’m sorry.
“I am your grandmother!” I’m sorry.
“There’s nothing to dare. “I’m not even 14 years old and I don’t have to go to jail. I’m sorry.
“You don’t pay back, I’ll kill you and your grandson.” I’m sorry.
Thanks to Hume, those words were spoken to her father when she and her brother were protecting her beaten mother.
I borrowed it.
But then I really cut the old lady’s heart off.
She was afraid of dying and was reluctant to take out the money and throw it on the ground without forgetting her mouth.
Mom’s gone.
I was rushing to pick up the money.
When I left my mom’s house, I left my kitchen knife at her feet and scared her.
We went to the lawn, and behind her came a shocking curse.
And when I came home, my mother held me in tears, and she seemed to have a lot to say, “I’m useless and you can’t do it again.” I’m sorry.
Dad hasn’t been home all night.
The next day it wasn’t morning, and I took my bike to take my mother to town on an early bus to Changsha.
And the heavens and the earth are dazzled with a flashlight, a little light, and brightening the muddy path of the land.
I pulled the door and looked at her.
“Mom, don’t come back this time. I’m sorry.
“Don’t come back here. Anywhere. I’m sorry.
06
Divorce with the consent of the man is difficult.
Many women leave if they can’t stand it.
The women in the village have every count: the heart, the family, the children.
I didn’t know that before, but it was so much in love with poor women.
They don’t have that choice.
Mom’s weak, but hardworking.
If she leaves this house, she can do better.
Driver rushing.
Mom touched my head: “I’ll be back soon, take care of myself at home.” I’m sorry.
It was dawn when I returned to the village.
The old lady washed her clothes by the pond and told the women in the village about my evil deeds.
When I passed the pond, they stopped me.
“Sweetie, can’t you use a knife?” You’re gonna hang and die before this goes off. I’m sorry.
Others also said, “Whatever it is, it’s the elders.” I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong with little girls?” I’m sorry.
It was hard for me to be apart from Mom.
And when they say it, it’s a fire.
I didn’t look at them so well, I looked at them so hard, “It’s none of your business. I’ll chop you up later.” I’m sorry.
The next day, there was a rumor in the village that I thought I was infected with a psychotic disease by a woman from the summer family next door.
Now it sounds ridiculous.
At that time, they firmly believed that mental illness was contagious.
Mom was supposed to go back a week.
She has to come back because the rice is almost ripe, and she wants a double.
But on the appointed day, until it was dark, she did not wait for her shadow.
“If your mother runs away, it’s your responsibility.” I’m sorry.
“I knew she couldn’t hold back! I’m sorry.
Dad drank half a pound of wine, and his face was as red as a monkey’s ass, staring at me with cynicism: “If you like, you’ll never have a mother.” I’m sorry.
I sat on a stool and watched the dark starless night sky.
Laughing silently.
Mom, where are you now?
The moon must be shining under your sky.
Don’t worry about me.
I’ve grown up.
I’m glad I helped you escape the wings, not trapped in your cage.
Mom, you must be happy
Dad was in a bad mood and saw me laugh in flames and grab the squirt of the wall and greet me.
“I’ll kill you, you little bastard! I’m sorry.
When I jumped up against it, the hot summer wind sent the familiar voice: “Sweet…”
07
It’s Mom.
My tears came down at once.
The country’s path is bleak, and my mother’s carrying two bags with her bare weight, and her waist is bent.
I came to her and asked, “Why did you come back? I’m sorry.
She crawled down and laid down her weight, touched my head, and smiled in red: “I missed the train and changed the ticket, so she came back late.” I’m sorry.
“You’re my mother’s son. Where else can you go without her?” I’m sorry.
Dad came to help pick something.
Turns out to be a shoulder, a foot, a tummy.
He yelled, “What a load of shit! I’m sorry.
Mom brought pineapple, twigs, red tan.
The two bags are estimated at 200 pounds, from a small county on Hainan Island to this small hill village in Hunan.
I don’t know how she did it.
The old lady said something.
“She won’t run, she’s poor and she can’t eat. I’m sorry.
“We’re not comfortable here!” I’m sorry.
Mom gave the fruit she brought back to the village.
Pineapple is wet.
My aunt was sick of it: “A sticky, snoty, too bad.” I’m sorry.
The old lady ate all the twigs to Kimbao despite her mother’s orders, and then two or three-year-olds bled their noses.
“I see you were deliberately trying to kill my grandson.” I’m sorry.
Look.
Bad guys always make excuses for their mistakes.
A lot happened this summer.
First, the cousin brought back a boyfriend.
The boy is about a metre, and when he comes in with a big watermelon in his hand, he must bend over.
The two men worked in a factory, the cousins were small, and standing together was the most popular height.
But it didn’t work out.
Because I’m asking for $60,000 to build a house for my son.
The bride price was far from exaggerating at the time.
1888 or 2888,88888 is also there.
The cousins were locked in their homes to stay away from the house and shed tears daily.
Soon after, she married a man 10 years older than her.
On the wedding day, I went to the new room to guard the door.
She took my hand and laughed.
“Sweet, you must read. I’m sorry.
“If I was in high school, in college, now…”
She said she couldn’t go on. The door in the new room was broken.
She was taken by the groom and the two best men.
I suddenly remembered coming back from school one evening and seeing her and her ex-boyfriend in the village.
Summers are raining, and they’ve got a lot of water before them.
The ex-boyfriend was down, and she jumped on his back, and the little one was moving around on purpose.
Turns out the difference between man and man is huge.
The second is Hume dropping out.
Before going to Guangdong, she rode an hour’s bike to say goodbye.
Nine years of compulsory education, it is an offence to keep a child out of school.
In practice, however, in the countryside, there is a high prevalence of people who go to work before they finish middle school.
The father of Hume refused to provide for two children, and Hume decided to work south and make money to study for his brother.
“Mom’s gone, I’m his dependencies. I’m sorry.
“He hasn’t been well since he was a kid. I’m sorry.
“Sweet, do you want to learn my share? I’m sorry.
The sun so strong it strangles our eyes with tears.
The third is that the old lady asked her mother to pay her salary every month.
08
It’s just crazy.
And my mother did not agree: I am not less of the paddy pork that is given to you every year. I’m sorry.
“What do you mean?” Shouldn’t you be good to me? I’m sorry.
“You’re not going to give me this money, are you? I’m sorry.
“Yo Chun-hyang, I don’t want any money if you take care of your little one. You can’t afford to build a house. I’m sorry.
Mom’s got a bad face.
Again.
The early brother was the mother’s heart, and the old lady always stabbed her in the wound.
Dad smoked cigarettes: “Sun-hyang, you said last time that you’ll pay your salary if you go home. I’m sorry.
Mom looks even worse.
The fire is about to blow up my sky.
In anger, I dragged my mother: “Don’t say yes. I’m sorry.
“Sweet, your mother loves you the most, and she won’t let you go.” I’m sorry.
I held Mom’s hand tight: “Mom, I’m with you. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t wait to get rid of Dad’s new life.
The old lady was angry: “Oh, you’re the family of the field. I’m sorry.
I’m afraid you’ll get divorced. I’m sorry.
“Your mother gets divorced and I go to the tea factory and she loses her job! I’m sorry.
“You’ll soon be 14 and you’ll be able to work after junior high. I’m sorry.
At that time, the children were all assets of the man.
If he doesn’t want to, she won’t take the baby.
Rural people were divorced, and a few went to court.
The interior light is dim and the heat is abnormal.
My breath is sticky.
My mother held my hand, looked at me, whispered, “No divorce, I can pay my salary.” I’m sorry.
“To build a family. I’m sorry.
Out of the house I cried.
I’m angry and guilty.
“Mom, I’m out of school. I’m working so they can’t use me to tie you up. I’m sorry.
Mom’s face changed so much, “Shut up! I’m sorry.
She had a temper: “What I told you, you must read.” I’m sorry.
“Your grandfather died and I couldn’t help but drop out of school in the third grade. “If I read more, I wouldn’t…”
“Sweetheart, Mom will give you a chance to study, okay? I’m sorry.
It’s the third year after school. I don’t have much time left.
For the first time, I realized that reading was not just for me, but for Mom.
I can stand with her only if I become strong and strong.
I’m not good at math. Mom got me a free tutor.
It’s Auntie Zhang from the tea factory. He was a math teacher.
The mother-in-law forced her to give birth to a second child and later lost her job.
It was not expected that the second child would be a daughter and other things would lead to the end of the divorce.
I learn day and night, and I sit in the back seat of my mother’s bike every day, and I turn my back on words.
The old lady’s laughing.
“You’re the only one who wants to take a high school exam? I’m sorry.
“Do you read so many books?” I’m sorry.
Every time he says, “I won’t give you the first one.” When you graduate from junior high, you go out to work, and I’ll have a hard life and enjoy it. I’m sorry.
“You save your own money and find a son-in-law. I’m sorry.
09
Does that name mean anything to you?
Even if you’re looking for your son-in-law, you’re going to have to renew that name?
In fact, I’ve talked to my mother a lot in the past year.
But she’s got a tradition, and she can’t leave me.
Always hesitated.
But now I am worried about the rest of my studies: “Mom, if you don’t get a divorce, I won’t let you and Dad let me go, will I? I’m sorry.
That night, when I was doing the math, I heard Mom and Aunt Cheung moaning about a divorce.
Back when the night wind blew her coat.
Her voice came into my ear.
“Sweet, I’ll divorce your father and I’ll send you to high school.” I’m sorry.
“When will that leave?”
“It’s easy to divorce, but I have to fight for your custody. Your aunt Zhang gave me an idea. I’m sorry.
“What way?”
“Don’t ask about this. Mom promised you you’d stay in school. You’ll learn. I’m sorry.
It’s 10:00.
Dad’s not home.
Since Mom gave him all his salary, he’s had several quarrels with the old lady.
He only gave half the money to the old lady.
The rest of him went into his own pocket and drank until after midnight.
Mom’s got the key to the door.
She’s only out of her mind when she’s sick.
Uncle Nat was nice to her too.
“I saw your man entering the house of the widow…”
Mom put the key in her hand for a few seconds.
The night was dark, and I could not see her face, but I heard her whispering: “Okay, I know.” I’m sorry.
The widow is two years older than her mother.
I had two sons and raised one.
But the widow was not in front of the door, but I see that she was not a man of peace.
Mom stayed with me until late at Aunt Zhang’s.
There’s been talk in the village.
The village organized the road, and Wang’s widow came openly to Daddy to help scratch his back.
Mom told me, “You don’t want to listen to anything, just study, and I’m sure Mom can handle it.” I’m sorry.
At the end of the first three grades, I went from 40 to 15.
The teacher left me alone: “Sweet, I can see you’re working hard and you’re making great progress.” I’m sorry.
“But at the rate of admission to our school in previous years, you have to be at the top of the grade 10 to be more secure. You can’t relax at home, okay? I’m sorry.
This winter, problems began to arise with the financing of the tea factory where Mom is.
New year’s wages have not been paid.
The old lady and dad were scolding.
New Year’s 30, Dad says he’s going out to New Year’s.
They didn’t come back until 11:30 when the firecrackers closed the door.
Early in the sixth month our focus class began.
That’s a really good teacher, working for us for nothing.
Mom asked me to bring the gravy to the class chief and he took it.
“You’ll be the best thing for me. I’m sorry.
I study at night, and my mom’s with me, and I’m making a little money.
I heard Aunt Cheung said it’s hard to read.
The old hen who lays eggs at home, she only kills me.
I’ve been asked to go to the county to buy me milk powder.
So, in May, I got eighth grade.
The moment I got my report card, I was shaking.
Mom and Aunt Zhang’s eyes are red.
“Hold on, hold on to this grade. You’ll be fine. I’m sorry.
But I haven’t had two days to be happy.
The widow is pregnant. The child belongs to my father.
10
The village gossiping bitch kept telling Mom.
Mom was calm and even smiled.
When we got home, Dad and the old lady were waiting.
Dad was a little guilty on the face, “I was drunk…”
The old lady’s god is here: “This is all your reason, Chun-hyang. She’s not home all day.” Men are not fed at home and naturally have to go out and cheat. I’m sorry.
Mom leaned on her head: “You’ll break it later, just take it away.” I’m sorry.
I’m mad.
If you want to talk, Mom strangle me and shake my head.
The old lady insisted: “How can I take it off when I’m pregnant?” My godmother said the widow is a male and she must have a son! I’m sorry.
“That’s my son, that’s my root. Why are you so vicious?” I’m sorry.
Mom said, “You want the kid’s name to be Tani, unless you get divorced and sweets let me take it. I’m sorry.
It was hard for children born out of wedlock to have a family account, and it was hard to hear the news.
Turns out Mom’s calculations are here.
In order to inherit the royal grandson, the old lady and father gave up my custody and let me go with my mother.
Aunt Zhang’s ex-husband promised to cede the custody of her two daughters because she was pregnant with her son.
At the same time, the King’s widow had a scene and said he was going to the city to get rid of the bastard.
Dad, two heads calm down.
Both.
He also tried to get a break from me: “Sweet, if you have a brother, you’ll get married with a mother’s family.” I’m sorry.
That’s funny.
Hang on?
It’s blood.
Mom’s dead. After all, she’s the one she deserves, and she’s the one on whose side she is.
The widow of the King is not a good person, and is being called out to shit.
And she stood in my yard with a bowl of medicine: “You have no desire for it, your sons and your sons, and I shall beat him with it.” I’m sorry.
The old lady and dad were in shock and jumped on top of her.
“Your cousin can’t make money now, he’s a few months behind, and he can’t give birth to his son. I’m sorry.
The next day, I asked for a divorce with my mother.
The protocol clearly states that my custody will be with my mother.
Take the divorce papers, and Mom’s taking the heat of iron to run the house.
The moment I got my new account book, my mother and I were crying at the entrance to the police station.
“A man and a wife have a hundred days’ worth and you can still come to me. I’m sorry.
“I will protect you!”
Mom was staring at him for a few seconds, and she was really…
“Boo! I’m sorry.
Get out! I’m sorry.
Mom didn’t take anything because she was in a hurry to get a divorce.
Of course, the family is already poor.
The old house was loaned by the old book to the mother, and the house was in disrepair, with straw on the roof, heavy rain in the sky and a small rain in the house.
The old lady in the village said:
“She doesn’t have any income. I’ll see how she survives the divorce! I’m sorry.
“She’ll know by then that there’s no man in the house. I’m sorry.
“There is no way she can find a good man like her family again. I’m sorry.
Eleven.
Mom took a big red twirl with dew in the glazing bottle and smiled at me in Manchuria.
“Sweet, we’ll get better. I’m sorry.
“Concentration on the exam. No one can stop you anymore. I’m sorry.
Yes!
Mom, thank you.
For me, to be strong and brave and no longer weak.
Thank you, do your best to help me fly.
Soon, I took the midterm.
The widow turned on her belly, walked in the village and was known for her drinking table.
Mom and Dad were first married, the old lady was a stranger and didn’t run a drink.
This time, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to help my mother.
Not just for the wine, but the old lady invited Mom.
“You brought sweets to Chacha, too. I’m sorry.
“You don’t have any money. Haven’t you eaten meat in a long time? I’m sorry.
There are eight tables at the bar.
My mother took me far away and heard the old lady say, “She has no son in her life, but I have a child in my life.” I’m sorry.
“She’s such a concubine, working in a tea factory, and she’s closed down, and she’s never had a good life. I’m sorry.
I’m angry. Mom’s calm.
We got a seat.
People in the shed seemed to be quiet.
She smiled, and whispered, “I still recognize you only as your sister-in-law, and the widow is a son.” I’m sorry.
And she turned to me and said, “Sweet, when you have grown rice, go with your sister and work in Guangdong.” I’m sorry.
“They’re very well treated. If you weren’t my niece, I wouldn’t introduce you. I’m sorry.
I said, “It’s 500 bucks for the introduction. I’m sorry.
All the water lines were one.
There’s a new one.
“You’ve got a knife in your mouth.” I’m sorry.
Mama replied: “Sweet is going to high school, and she’s going to college later. I’m sorry.
“It’s not like high school can go to school.” I’m sorry.
And the old woman heard it, and she said, “If she’s a pig’s skull, I’ll dig out her eyes.” I’m sorry.
“I know you don’t want to build a family, you don’t want to feel bad, and you can’t say anything? I’m sorry.
“Sweet, take care of your brother.” I’m sorry.
Daddy’s here, and it’s complicated. “Shum-ha, don’t be so hard at this time. Sweets couldn’t even make it in the first 30 years. I’m sorry.
“Why don’t we get to work early and lighten your burden, and we’ll do it for you! I’m sorry.
My hair’s on fire.
It was at that point that the old man came rushing on crutches and shouted, “Sweety, your teacher called.” I’m sorry.
“It says the grades have just come out! I’m sorry.
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The old lady laughed: “Not even a middle school? I’m sorry.
That’s ’05, and it’s high school and high school that’s the way out.
The widow and aunt laughed.
My heart’s in my throat.
If I hadn’t passed the exam, I’d have broken my career and lost my mother’s face.
That outcome is crucial.
Under the red one-time plastic tablecloth, my mother and I held their hands tight.
“Sweet, sweet, you got it!” I’m sorry.
“You got ten in school, you’re third, you’re good!” I’m sorry.
Tears came out of nowhere.
I looked at Mom and said, “I got it, I got it…”
“I knew you’d make it.” You’re my daughter, you’re smart and you’re trying.”
The old lady said, “Oh, come on, she’s such a pig’s head…”
“It’s not her head, it’s your Alzheimer’s!” I can’t tell who’s good or who’s bad. I’m sorry.
Dad came back and said, “You heard the book, right? Sweets are always bad. I’m sorry.
“Do you still look like a father?” Did you ask about Sweets’ first grade? I’m sorry.
“All I know every day is that a woman who drinks is trapped in a house!” I’m sorry.
The old books are older than the old ones and are the most respected in the village.
Dad’s been trained like a grandson, and he can’t argue.
Mom and I became the focus.
“Sweet is smart and tough. I’m sorry.
“Sister Yu, you’ll be able to spend your life in college. I’m sorry.
“Sweet, how hard your mother’s been doing for you, you must be filial. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
It’s a wedding today between the widow and my father, and she’s upset that we robbed her.
“Sweetness is a good thing, but it’s a good thing that you’re a small child.” I’m sorry.
She touched her belly and looked to Dad: “I’m also your seed, and I’m going to be smarter.” I’m sorry.
Dad noded: “That’s for sure. I’m sorry.
The old lady said, “It’s natural, and our family’s grandchildren will be able to enter North China.” I’m sorry.
Ignorant old women think that Qinghua North is a wild dish by the Spring Day road.
And I dryed my eyes and looked at her laughing: “If you say I’m going to pass, dig out my eyes.” I’m sorry.
“I’ll go to the kitchen and get you a knife! I’m sorry.
Said I was headed towards the kitchen.
The old woman cried out, “Look at this unconscionable thing! I’m sorry.
“You son of a bitch! I’m sorry.
And I looked back at her, and I was cold, and I shed your blood, and if I were a little bitch, you would be an old bitch. I’m sorry.
The old lady almost missed her breath.
The widow of the king stood up to her with her hand, and said, “Do you compare yourself to a white-eyed wolf who is unbelieving?” When my grandchild is born, he will be good to you! I’m sorry.
The old lady held her hand tight: “Yes, I have my grandson. I’m sorry.
And it was at this point that Aunt Nat said, “How is it that you have a red ass?” I’m sorry.
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People’s eyes were drawn, staring at the king’s widow.
The country rule is that we can’t wear proper red.
So the widow is wearing a pink dress today.
The dress is attached to the body, and the fat on the waist and stomach is rounded.
At this point, a red lump was pouring water on her ass like ink and a little fainting.
“It’s not a small birth, is it? I’m sorry.
The King’s widow changed her face and took Daddy.
Dad was in a hurry. He was swinging.
The old lady is too busy to help.
“I don’t think it’s like a child, but it’s like a period.” I’m sorry.
“If she had so much blood, how come she didn’t hurt at all? I’m sorry.
I didn’t give birth. I don’t understand.
But the other aunts in the village are saying no.
“It’s not like it’s a small birth.” I’m sorry.
The widow of the king covered her belly, and said, “Who says I have no pain in my stomach, I am in pain. I’m sorry.
“Ooh, ooh, my son…”
The moment of truth, it was my mother who said, “Let’s get people to the bathroom and see what happens.” I’m sorry.
The teacher who came to the bar drove a three-wheeler to bring people to the clinic.
There are plenty of people in the village.
Good thing more.
Someone went home on a bike and went to the clinic to watch.
We’re all talking about it.
Four-year-old Kim Bo ate a plate of sugar and hit the table with chopsticks. I’m sorry.
Finally, the old books will be ready.
The main character isn’t here. The bar still has to eat.
After all, the money is on.
As soon as the red meat came up, the gold pail spat in.
“It’s mine. You can’t rob it. I’m sorry.
He was poisoned by two dishes.
The one at the same table was upset and accused her of saying, “Take care of your Kimbao…”
My aunt was in love with her face: “The child’s saliva is not dirty…”
I turned on the white eye, and said, “Ma’am, let your son spit on my aunt, it’s not dirty.” I’m sorry.
That’s what I’m saying. I didn’t think Auntie Hako was serious.
She took a bowl to her daughter.
The three-year-old Shinyo learned how to spit in Kimbao’s “silent”.
“Eat, not dirty.” I’m sorry.
Aunty’s face is all over the place.
And the people laughed with their mouths covered, and We hastened: ‘What is the matter with you that you eat? I’m sorry.
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The kitchen brought up a steamed ace.
It’s really big.
Kim Bao is going to be slapped in the back of her head again, “You can spit again.” I’m sorry.
Goldball rolls down the stool and starts rolling on the floor.
Shino-kun was staring at the day and scrambling to get out of Aunt Summer’s arms.
Looks like you want to learn to roll.
Aunt Nat put a belly in her mouth: “Eat, don’t learn that, dirty!” I’m sorry.
There’s a scene on the table.
I envy my mother for having such a smart daughter.
At one point, he said that the family was petty.
Steaming fish is a big dish, and now all households use sashimi, and only the old ladies and fathers use it, not on the stage.
And red meat, just a few. Who’s got enough?
This is the case in the countryside, where if the food is not ready, it may be for how long.
After talking about the food, he talks about the belly of the king’s widow.
I haven’t discussed the results yet. Dad’s got a dark face.
People asked him what was going on.
He said nothing.
Then the old lady arrived.
She cried “whoa” in the face of concern.
“The widow, the black-hearted, she lied to us. The doctor said she didn’t show up because she’s getting old, she’s dying, so it’s been a while! I’m sorry.
“It’s not even pregnant!”
Soon the widow returned.
She croaked:
“What do you mean I lied to you? Did your family hit my bed? Did you sleep with me? I’m sorry.
“I didn’t do anything good and I threw up every day. I thought I was pregnant with you!” I’m sorry.
Dad came out of the kitchen: “Marriage, we’re going to divorce now! I’m sorry.
The widow of the king squeezed: “Why, after sleeping, she doesn’t want to be responsible. I’m sorry.
“I’m telling you, I’m not a soft tomato on a tree, I’m not a squeezer. I’m sorry.
What a wonderful wedding.
Not only at the table, but also at the gossip.
The villagers say, “This gift is worth it!”
The family became the laughing stock of the village.
It is foreseeable that, for a long time to come, the story of the family will become part of the village after tea.
Eat and drink, I go home with my mom.
Auntie Hako came after him with her.
She took a pile of Zero tickets out of her pocket: “Here’s $500. It’s a lot of money for sweet high school. I’m sorry.
“I know you used to help me watch the two kids when I was sick. I’m sorry.
Many people in the village told their children not to play with their two daughters because they were not at all right.
But my mother always said to me, “Your aunt is worse than anyone, so don’t say bad things about her mother in front of her child, okay? I’m sorry.
Mom even refused: “You men earn hard money, and I can find my own way, and I’ll come to you to get it if it’s not enough.” I’m sorry.
People in this world are strange.
Indeed, he who thinks that he is a fool is pure in heart, and he will surely be rewarded for His favor.
You think the smart guy is just trying to keep his head down.
At night, Dad came all over the place.
He had a lot of nail scratches on his face and a lot of bruises on his neck.
I’m sure I just had a fight with the widow.
Mom’s on the roof, trying to make up for it while the weather is good.
Dad leans on his head: Don’t climb so high, I’ll get it for you. I’m sorry.
My mother rubbed her forehead and asked him, “What is wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
Dad was so ashamed to say, “Chun-hyang, I know right now. I was deceived by the widow. I’ll divorce her soon, we’ll remarry, we’ll live together. I’m sorry.
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Mom put the last straw down, slowly down the ladder.
She avoided the hand that Dad wanted to hold, looked up and laughed at him in the sun.
“Marriage and divorce, what do you think? I’m sorry.
“But I decided not to have anything to do with you for the rest of my life. Her tone is still gentle and gentle, but she has the unresistible power to say, “For years, I’ve only been happy this month after my divorce. I’m sorry.
“I don’t want to be with you anymore. I’ll have a happy life with sweets. I’m sorry.
Sunset, bright and bright.
Mom stood in the middle of a bad evening.
Nor is she as beautiful as she is in my eyes.
Dad’s face was ugly in a moment and he said, “You bitch…”
But the rest of his words were blocked by my mother’s calm and extreme eyes.
At this moment, he should have realized.
Mom’s different.
They’re divorced and Mom has nothing to do with him.
He could not insult his mother in his capacity as a man, as he had in the past.
Dad’s throat was rolling, looking at me like he convinced himself.
“Sweety high school’s gonna cost a fortune. Now the tea factory’s going down. Where are you going to raise the money?” I’m sorry.
“If we remarry, I’ll make money for her. I’m sorry.
Daddy looked at me, “Sweet, I am your father and I am looking forward to you!” I’m sorry.
“You talk to your mother, you don’t want her to work so hard. I’m sorry.
Mom took two steps forward, one of which took me by heart: “We’ll take care of our own business, and don’t involve sweetness. I’m sorry.
“The tuition thing, I have my own way. I’m sorry.
The old lady hasn’t been out for two days.
Once again, there were scratches on the face.
Boom!
According to the village gossip station, the old woman and the widow lost their fight and took the son of the widow and brought him out.
Who’s the one who doesn’t care?
The widow was angry and had a fight with the old lady.
The old lady hasn’t been out of bed for two days.
“I have never seen such an evil daughter-in-law.” I’m sorry.
“A widow is dying, and we’re going to make a family.” I’m sorry.
“They’ll get divorced sooner or later, and then they’ll have to build a family with Chun-hyang. I’m sorry.
Aunt Summer’s cold: “I won’t remarry. I’m sorry.
The old lady looked at her eyes: “You know, she likes us to build a family, and if she gets divorced, she will agree to remarry.” I’m sorry.
“You’re just making a little mistake when you’re a man. I’m sorry.
That’s when Mom and I went to the pond with a bucket.
In a moment, people looked at it.
Auntie Ha asks, “Will you marry Tai?” I’m sorry.
Mom hasn’t answered. The old lady’s busy saying, “Do you have to give your daughter a ride to high school without a man?” I’m sorry.
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Mom smiled and noded, “Well, if I don’t remarry, I’m on my own.” I’m sorry.
The old lady smiled, “Where are you going to get the money?” I’m sorry.
Mom will be thrown away in the pond.
The quiet surface is broken.
Her smile was like a water-scraped crotch, and her tone was dim: “I’ve got a new job, and I’m supposed to be okay with it. I’m sorry.
Everybody shut up.
The old lady died frowning: “Are you such a good job looking for someone who hasn’t graduated from primary school? I’m sorry.
In small towns and cities, there are indeed few opportunities for work.
But Mom’s a fast field man.
She was never lazy when she used to work at the tea factory.
No complaints were made during overtime.
There was no surveillance, no control.
Many trade unions sneak their company ‘ s tea home, drink it themselves or send it to relatives.
But Mom never would.
That’s why Aunt Zhang helped her, the tea factory was not very well run and the second boss offered her another job.
– To work as a sanitation worker in the county.
$600 a month.
It’s a water line for Hume.
The 600-dollar-paying sanitation workers in small towns and cities were very popular, and mothers would not have had the opportunity to do so if the second-in-chief had not offered them.
Congratulations and envy.
“You are so talented, Chun-hyang. I’m sorry.
“It’s easier for the sanitation workers than for the tea factory to work. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
“It’s good luck to be out of town.” I’m sorry.
And she said, “You said that she was a scoundrel before, and it seems that she had bad luck because she was in your house.” I’m sorry.
The old lady had to turn her eyes straight and lift up the hammer of her clothes.
“I’m a psycho, and I’m a psycho, you know? I’m sorry.
The old lady put down the hammer in her hand.
And when she went back, she sang, and said, “No one dared to mess with me because she was a psycho.” I’m sorry.
“I think so too.” I’m sorry.
Hume left me her colleague’s little psychic.
I made a phone call and asked her colleague to convey the news of my last exam.
That evening, Hume called me back.
There was a lot of noise on the phone, and from time to time there were some accents in Chinese.
“Sweet, I’m so happy for you.” I’m sorry.
“Are your parents ready for school? If it’s not enough, I have a little more. I’m sorry.
“That’s enough. My parents got divorced. I followed my mom. I’m sorry.
The summer was so hot that her voice seemed to be in a thick layer of sand glass.
“Great. Sugar, no one can stop you anymore. You have to go to a good college. I’m sorry.
“Well, are you okay over there?”
“I’m fine. My phone is running out.”
It’s not finished. The phone’s broken.
There’s only a “do-do-do-do-do” voice.
And I said: Hume, do not give up yourself.
And do not be drowned by the hot weather and the strange sound of the water that flows day after day.
Mom went to work at the sanitation company.
For convenience, she rented a small flat in the county.
We’ve been cleaning up all day, looking for a newspaper booth and buying some old papers at a low price, putting up dirty walls.
I’ll always remember that afternoon mom whispered.
“Buy a coat hanger, a facebath…” and she looked at me softly, and she said, “Get you an ice cream. I’m sorry.
We’re wearing slippers and we’ve finished the procurement.
I bought a cone called “Pop Head.”
It cost $1.50.
I ate a big sip, Mama ate a sip.
The clouds will roll in the sky, and the storm will come.
After a heavy rain, everything will be a new life.
Just like me and Mom.
It’s our new life. It’s in the thunder.
Sanitation workers can work hard and easily.
Started at around 5 a.m. every day and cleaned up before the shops opened.
It’s just to keep up.
At 90 p.m., I’ll take another night job.
A lot of people are cheating, cleaning the night in the morning and doing whatever they want.
But Mom won’t.
She cleans her own streets every two hours, in strict compliance with company regulations.
Sometimes the front door is dirty and moms do extra cleaning.
Like many other workers, she also collects paper boxes, mineral bottles and sells them.
These are heavy.
Others sprayed water on paper boxes, adding weight and selling money.
Mom won’t.
She’s always dry and doesn’t put mud in a tin box.
She’s not talking.
I didn’t really understand her.
Now again, it is admirable to think of the poor in an environment where she resists the temptation to earn a few more dollars and adheres to her principles.
And that’s how she’s been affecting me.
I went from a remote village to a hot town.
I went from a chicken head in junior high to a phoenix in high school.
I took the 10th final for the entrance exam.
Get the report card, my sky is falling.
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It’s just that mom’s cooler: “There’s only three more years left. I’m sorry.
“Mom believes you can catch up. I’m sorry.
“What if I don’t go to college?” I’m sorry.
“What if you don’t get it? Mom smiled softly and said, “Just as long as you take it seriously and learn hard, Mom won’t blame you. I’m sorry.
My nose is sour.
I don’t have a good dad, but I really have the best mom in the world.
Mom’s right.
Three years, and it’s not too late.
I soon found out why it was bad.
In many counties, students continue to take advanced classes during summer holidays.
But I didn’t.
I fell down and started catching up.
Teachers are much better educated than middle school.
They’re also much faster, and it took me a while to adjust to the rhythm.
There is still a difference between the attitude of teachers towards differentials and superiority.
They’re laughing at the top of the list.
It’s cold and cold for us.
The same table was therefore afraid to ask.
I’m not sure I’m going to get any worse.
So I took the opportunity to ask.
Ask the teacher, ask the classmates, even once in the playground, and I asked a freshman.
Actually, teachers welcome good students.
Most of the top students are happy to help.
At 5:00 a.m., when Mom got up and cleaned up, I woke up.
The morning streets are fresh and quiet, only the sands coming out of mother’s brooms in contact with the ground, as if they were moving music.
I write words in such an accompaniment. It works.
At 10:00 p.m., it’s already autumn.
The lamp pulls Mom’s shadow long enough to ease my fatigue every time I look at it.
I feel like an empty puppet.
Is being a little, a little stuffed.
Knowledge, like a code.
Let my life begin to weigh.
Very soon, the midterm is here.
I took my report card and ran down Long Street to find Mom.
She wiped the dirt and sweat off her hands and launched her report card.
Class 35, grade 360.
Mother read the scores of the subjects, and the tone went off: “It’s good, it’s a lot better than last time, and I knew you could do it.” I’m sorry.
There’s a Wallace in the county, and it’s got a chili burger and roast chicken wings.
As a celebration, my mother wanted to take me, “You’ve eaten all your classmates, so try it.” I’m sorry.
“It’s too expensive! I’m sorry.
“Let’s just eat this once and know what it tastes like. I’m sorry.
Before she went into the store, her mother looked at her clothes carefully, but she was afraid of her clothes.
It’s not as expensive as I thought.
It was the day of the event.
We spent $15 on three burgers and a Coke, sitting in front of the window, talking and eating.
Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure.
It’s Auntie with the treasure.
The burgers in front of the shop were very tempting, and the treasures were not moving, lying on the floor while they were rolling and screaming.
People are on the streets, people are staring.
Aunty is blushing like a monkey’s ass.
As a result, Kimbo cried even harder.
My aunt was blinded by the look of the eyes, so she came with us sitting in a window with a burger.
This moment, countless emotions pour into her face.
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Jealousy, envious and untrustworthy.
She pulled Kim Bo off the floor and stood in front of the shop.
Clean and clean glass doors, and a picture of the mother and the son.
She lifted her feet and seemed to want to come in.
And then it shrunk back.
Mom lamented, picked up the rest of the burgers on the table and went out and stuffed them to Kimbo.
Eat!
After Kimbao picked up, he swallowed up.
“You’ve had a good life and can afford a restaurant.” I’m sorry.
“Not expensive, you can afford it. Mom smiled softly, “I’m divorced from Tian Jian, don’t ever call me sister-in-law again.” I’m sorry.
It’s not expensive.
But for many people in the countryside, what they lack is not $10 in the district, but the courage to stand up and walk into this window and make sure the restaurant is clean.
“I have to go to work and talk about it later.” I’m sorry.
“Mom, I want more!” I’m sorry.
“Do you have enough to eat?” I’m sorry.
Eat, eat, eat!
Aunt Zhang also worked in the county.
She’s partnered with a post-school counselling facility.
Mom went inside to do part-time cleaning.
Every day, after the school leave, students spend an hour cleaning the classroom.
Give Mom $150 a month.
I’ve been cleaning the streets, picking up garbage and working part-time, and I’ve had too little rest.
But she was happy.
Eyes bright.
“I can make more than 900 a month in pieces. I can’t even think about it. I’m sorry.
She’s still that frugal mom.
The leftovers are never lost and kept for the next day.
When the sandals were worn out, the plastic skin was burned and repaired with a plier.
Washing water, always flushing toilets.
But she’s a generous mother.
Buy me a dozen dollars of tutorials, a case of pure milk, and a new shirt for me every season.
My mid-term grades were seen by Aunt Zhang.
She asked me, “Are all subjects well balanced, and you will learn literature and science from now on? I’m sorry.
“I want to study science. Better to work. I’m sorry.
“I give you a suggestion that human energy is limited, and if you decide to study science, from now on, you will focus on numeric and numeric rationalization, political history, selective abandonment…”
I’ll be able to blow up when I’m in the next class.
But there are also shortcomings, and my achievements in the preceding period must be mid-downstream and must endure a sense of loss and loss.
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I was thinking a lot that night.
I decided to do what Aunt Chang told me.
Except for classes, I hardly spend time in arts classes.
I just need to make sure I pass.
I put my focus on science.
As Auntie Zhang expected, my ranking has been hovering in the middle and downstream since the examination.
But I counted it myself.
If it’s just science, I can be in top ten classes.
But the village doesn’t think so.
In the village next door, one of the students was given a red list every time he asked me what I was doing.
Old lady:
“I thought I’d be good at her grades of 300 and 400. I’m sorry.
“Sweet, don’t read it, don’t waste your mother’s money.” I’m sorry.
I call them:
“How much smarter is Jinbao? I heard he went to a semester of pre-school and couldn’t even count to 100? I’m sorry.
The old lady’s face is red and white: “The treasure is too late, you know what? I’m sorry.
I’ll cut her again:
“Did my dad give you another grandson with a belt?” I’m sorry.
The old lady’s face is even worse: “The woman who is the widow of the king is completely gone!” I’m sorry.
At the time of the marriage, the king’s widow was merely a sign of menopause.
Five months later, she was said not to have come at one time.
The old lady’s second grandchild’s dream broke, and she’s used to the gold.
The widow is not as good as my mother.
She forced my dad to do a little work, and she took all the money and didn’t give a cent to the old lady.
The old lady had a smoke, and she was fighting for three days.
I haven’t seen her for months. She seems to be a few years old.
Hair is white.
The wicked have their own evils.
The firecrackers, my mother and I were invited to spend the years at his house.
I came home late at 10:00 and found my dad wandering around the door.
Mom drank two beers and she was blushing.
She was wearing the red coat I picked her up, and her hair was covered up.
The lights were yellow the 30th night of the year, and a round of luminousness came out of her face.
Dad was a little confused.
“Where have you been since New Year? I’m sorry.
Mom asked, “What are you doing? I’m sorry.
“Sweetness, Daddy gives you money for your years.” I’m sorry.
I pulled a nice hundred-dollar note out of my pocket: “No, that’s enough from my mother.” I’m sorry.
Mom went back to the street in the early years.
A major event took place that day, when she found a black bag containing bank cards, identity cards and passports, as well as $20,000 in cash.
$20,000 was a lot of money then.
Mom waited a day without losing her husband and handed her over to the police station.
Then the loser came to the door, thanks a lot.
Money was a small matter for him, and it was difficult to lose one or the other.
Mom refused to accept the money, so Uncle Wong offered her a job.
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Give his old mom a nanny.
I’m in charge of cooking and hygiene, and I’m going to the hospital to watch Grandma take her medication.
Two thousand a month.
Uncle Wang is doing business in Shanghai and has settled.
But Grandma Wong is not used to going to the big city and staying home.
There’s a building at his house, and Mom and I don’t have to rent any more, so we can live in it, and we can save rent.
Two thousand dollars a lot.
In 2006, an ordinary university graduate also received less than 2,000 salaries in our city.
Grandma Wong has a strange temper.
But Mom’s got a good temper, never lazy.
Uncle Wang gave me extra money to buy food, and Mom kept a few cents.
Water and electricity are paid for by the home, but Mom is no waste, just like renting a house.
Grandma Wang gradually accepted Mom.
I usually stay at school and go to my mom’s on weekends, and Grandma Wang says, “I’m making a fish today, I want to eat it. I’m sorry.
Actually, she doesn’t like fish. I do.
Old ladies and aunts know that Mom’s got such a good job and her teeth are getting sore.
The old hag’s obscenity is worse: “She’s not innocent of that man, is she? I’m sorry.
One time, Mom took me to the wholesale market to buy clothes and met Dad and Wang Widow.
Dad wanted to buy a 15-dollar short sleeve, and the widow said, “What new clothes are you wearing? I’m sorry.
She bought her son two new clothes.
Mom tried to get dressed and pulled out the easy curtains.
It’s a red dress.
Mom was a little embarrassed, “Is it too short?” I’m sorry.
Dad’s been watching, saying, “Looks good, but it’s a little short.” I’m sorry.
“It’s none of your business! I’m sorry.
The boss’s wife says, “The short ones are on their knees. It suits you. It’s beautiful.”
The widow licked her lips and asked, “This dress is a lot of money.” I’m sorry.
“It’s not expensive. If you want to buy it, 80! I’m sorry.
“It’s not expensive! I’m sorry.
I shook my mother, “Look, buy it! I’m sorry.
Finally, Mom and the boss bargained and bought the dress for $50.
The widow of the king, with the same money, looked and looked, and was more angry: “It’s so expensive and worthless. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t bear to look back and laugh at her and Dad, “No, my mother can afford it on her own.” I’m sorry.
She’s married to her father for over a decade and she’s bought a few new clothes.
Most of the time, it’s the aunts in the city who search for Lou’s clothes.
Dad used to hate Mom not to dress.
Ash-poofing mom, not want to dress.
No time, no conditions to dress.
Look.
Leave the wrong man, the dust on her is empty.
Turns out…
She’s also a shining star.
We came a long way, Dad came after us.
He asks, “Can I borrow some money? I don’t even have money to drink. I’m sorry.
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I was afraid that my mother would be soft, so I said, “There is no money!” I’m sorry.
“I didn’t ask you for a penny for sweets, where did you borrow money from me for a drink?” I’m sorry.
“I know now, you’re the best.” I’m sorry.
“I’m really not a thing. I’m not a thing. I’m sorry.
He said he’d slap himself.
Mom looked at him for two seconds and held my hand: “I have to go. I’m sorry.
Step out and I look back, Dad stays put.
He probably wonders why this is what happened to the cousin he was ordered to do.
Go back to the kitchen.
I asked Mom if she wanted to buy some grub.
When we moved to the county, she liked to eat squeezing and buy it every day.
Mom shakes her head, “No, I won’t eat it. I’m sorry.
“Your brother didn’t have it. I didn’t have any appetite. One time I was sick and suddenly I wanted some squealing. I’m sorry.
Mom smiled softly: “Your father bought himself some vase with money. I didn’t even get a dollar of grub. I’m sorry.
That’s why she likes to buy grubs when she makes her own money.
She can afford the usual cheap squeeze. It was she who fought so hard to make up for herself.
“Why didn’t Mom buy it today? I’m sorry.
“I’m tired of eating. “I want to try something new.” I’m sorry.
When I got back, my grandmother said, “That’s the way to wear it.” I’m sorry.
“Are you young and dressed like a widow every day? When I was as young as you, I wore red and green every day. I’m sorry.
It’s a little hot.
Grandma Wang said, “Let’s have some more wine next time. I’m sorry.
Soon, the next semester of next year’s arts class.
In addition to this, there are priority and general classes.
Old ladies and aunts thought I couldn’t get into the focus class.
But I didn’t think that I was not only in, I was in the 50th place of science class.
And their big baby, Kimbo, had a final final in the third final.
Really funny.
The old lady couldn’t accept the fact that she couldn’t get mad: “She must have borrowed the luck of my grandson.” I’m sorry.
“It’s not a good thing a little bastard born out of a stranger. I’m sorry.
This year, Uncle Wong returned from Shanghai.
Let’s spend the year together.
Uncle Wang gave me $500 for my life.
I can’t help but accept it.
He also raised Mom 200 bucks, and now Mom 2,200 a month.
Mom’s flattered, and she’s giving up.
“I am far from Shanghai and my mother doesn’t want to go there, and I am so concerned.” I’ve been looking for a couple of nannys before. I’m sorry.
“I’m so relieved to have you. Miss Yu, my mom will take care of you next year. I’m sorry.
After the humanities division, it became clear that the curriculum was much more stressful than before.
Mom called me at Aunt Cheung’s.
“Mother, why are you wasting this money?” I’m sorry.
“How is it wasted? It’s an investment in my baby girl.” You can make money again, but this time in high school, Mom will give you her full support! I’m sorry.
After Uncle Wong and the others for a few days, Mom learned to speak sour.
Hear my nose sour.
I think I can repay her unreserved love only if I do what I can and never let go.
I went from the 50th year of science to the 38th year of science.
I got 29 in the middle of the third and first semester.
Countdowns on the blackboard clearly record the passage of time.
Every hard night, every morning.
Every cup of milk, every cup of coffee.
Every one of the papers I’ve touched, every one of the problems I’ve conquered.
They all know.
I’m trying so hard.
One, two, three…
My grades are getting higher and higher than I’d ever dared to think.
It’s a dream and a fearsome test, and it’s finally here.
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By that time, the examination had been adjusted to June.
It wasn’t fair, but it rained on Gacko.
There’s thunder out there, heavy rain on the glass, banging.
I suddenly remembered something when I was a kid.
Mom followed her to work in the city and left me with Dad and Grandma.
It rained so hard that kids in the class were picked up.
Only I didn’t.
The teacher said, “Wait a minute. Your father will come.”
We shook our head: “No wait, he will not come.” I’m sorry.
There was a heavy rain on the mountain road and the mud was unusual.
I stepped on my foot and fell into the river.
The slurry-like river rolls and I struggled.
Because I knew that once I gave up, I would die.
I crawled out and found my sandal lost one.
I came home in a state of dirt and fear.
Dad is playing mahjong with a bunch of men.
He lost $30 and was in a bad mood.
When I came back, I kicked my ass: “Where are the shoes? I’m sorry.
The old woman came out of the house and said, “You’re a loser, you don’t deserve to wear new things.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Then Mom learned about it and came back all night.
Never mentioned any work.
I used to be in a cage with Mom.
After this test, I’m gonna be mom’s wings!
I’ll take her and fly over the sea.
I’m gonna take her and die anywhere she wants.
Tearing lightning, pouring thunder.
It’s just the music that God played for me.
After the final exam, Mom waits outside.
I opened my mouth and wanted to tell her I was doing well.
But there was a spin in my head and I fainted.
Wake up when I’m in the hospital.
The doctor says I’m fine. I’m very focused, so just relax.
But some people don’t.
The old lady was laughing at me with crutches: “My mother’s money was wasted.”
And she said, “My Kim Po is stupid, she’s smart, she faints and goes to college!” I’m sorry.
“There’s no such thing. I’m sorry.
On the day of his grade, he met his father and uncle and moved his grandfather’s grave.
The last two years have been very difficult for the family.
When the old lady was washing her clothes, she said something to the widow.
It just fell into the pond, and then it got better.
You can’t walk without eating.
But it’s not the same.
The second cousin worked in Guangdong and she suddenly disappeared after trying to get her back to get married.
I can’t reach you anywhere.
People say it’s bad.
It’s almost the same as the new house of auntie.
As a result, there was a heavy rain and the mountains collapsed and her new house was buried.
Fortunately, we haven’t checked in yet.
Kim Bao did not listen, climbed up to the tree and pulled out the bird’s nest, and the old books refused to come down on several occasions and spit on the old books and called them dead.
“I’m smart in my house.” I’m sorry.
As a result, Kimbo fell from the air.
To the hospital, the doctor suggested surgery.
Five grand first.
The old lady was scolding me for saying that the hospital was cheating, which was so much money.
After a little therapy, Kim Po was treated by a barefoot doctor.
Now it looks like it’s okay at first sight, and it’s a limp.
Because that’s why Auntie hates old ladies.
The old lady won’t admit her mistake and every day she calls her aunt why she brought Kimbao down from the tree.
So Kimbo hates his mom and grandma equally.
As for Dad, he was also suffering from a major disease on the site, which lasted a month.
The old lady suddenly thought it was Grandpa’s grave.
It’s about Dad and Uncle moving to the grave.
I didn’t want to go.
My mother advised me, “Your grandfather was good to you when he was alive.” I’m sorry.
“He’s a carpenter and made you a rocking horse. I’m sorry.
“It’s too early for you, as a granddaughter. I’m sorry.
I don’t remember the old man. I remember that rocking horse.
Then the old lady took it to Kimbao.
Mom and I went back to the village.
People in the village are surprised.
“You’ve had a good life, you’ve got a nice little meat. I’m sorry.
“Yeah, it’s so stylish. Looks like it’s 10 years younger. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
After Uncle Wong’s babysitting, it’s true that moms don’t have a lot of air, and they follow the old lady.
Looks a lot better.
The widow is fatter than ever.
Dad lost a big circle, like being sucked by a monster.
When he saw his mother in his dry eyes, he shined, “Spring fragrance…”
The widow of the king slaps on his face, saying, “Don’t climb my bed! I’m sorry.
It’s a big deal. There’s a lot of people coming in.
Mom and I were thinking about the grades, and we were kind of distracted.
After all the processes have been completed, everyone gathers to prepare for dinner.
“Sweet, you’re about to get your high grades.” I’m sorry.
“My grandson also took the high school exam this year, and I don’t know how it will go. I’m sorry.
We’re all concerned.
The old lady laughed: “She passed out on the exam, can she still get her grades?” I’m sorry.
She smiled and said, “According to college is always possible. I’m sorry.
“The college can afford it if it’s a high school student.” I’m sorry.
Dad said, “Your uncle’s house has a phone. I’m sorry.
Mom shakes her head: “No need. I’m sorry.
She opened her bag and took out Nokia 3120 and handed it to me: “It’s twelve o’clock, check it out. I’m sorry.
She’s in such a hurry.
People’s eyes are changing.
Old ladies and aunties are going to have sour eyes.
I made a call, and my aunt didn’t mean to, “No mention…”
Waiting is really short.
But in my heart I’ve been stretched indefinitely.
Finally, there was a mechanical broadcast on the phone.
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Total score: 640.
Language 125, Mathematics 131, English 138, General 246.
“How much, did I hear wrong?” I’m sorry.
“Is it 640?” I’m sorry.
I hit replay.
640 that number, blow up again in the ear.
“Mother’s tears are pouring out: “It’s really 640, sweet, you’re amazing! I’m sorry.
She held me, cried into my neck, sobbing silently.
God knows how much she’s suffered for 18 years.
Who knows how many thorns she has passed and how many rumors she has received, and it is not until this day that the moon will rise.
At this moment, the treetop’s summer squealing more than ever.
That sound sounds so beautiful, it’s not loud, it’s more like a collective congratulations.
“So high, you can go to most of the schools except for Qinghua North, my grandson can take 550, and his parents must be happy to die.” I’m sorry.
Congratulations.
I can’t hide my envy.
“If only she had such good luck.” I’m sorry.
“You must have stolen the family’s luck, or you’re a pig’s head…”
She was always reluctant to admit that it was my efforts and those of my mother that made everything possible.
I smiled: “Yes, perhaps Grandpa is protecting me and giving me all the luck of the family.” I’m sorry.
The old lady pointed at my nose for half a day, then turned her eyes upside down and passed out.
A nice bar and a mess.
Dad and Uncle are busy getting a barefoot doctor, and Mom’s pulling me out.
We are now outsiders of the family. These chaoss have nothing to do with us.
I did a good job, and soon it spread throughout the village.
Mom went to get new clothes for Aunt Summer.
She’s been sick again lately.
Uncle Hak kept her at home.
Through the window, she looked at me and she smiled, “It’s sweet, it’s high school. I’m sorry.
“I’ve already counted, you’ll get one, and you’ll get one! I’m sorry.
She’s thinking of me when she’s delirious.
I nod my head: “Well, thank Aunt Summer. I’m sorry.
The old books are out of their way, their teeth are gone and they sit in their wheelchairs.
I was in a wheelchair, and he slapped my hand, “Good girl, good girl! I’m sorry.
And he looked at his mother, and he said, “You’ve made it. I’m sorry.
Mom wiped her tears.
“Well, got out of it. I’m sorry.
Uncle Wong calls Mom at 2:00.
We thought the old lady was in trouble, but we didn’t think he was concerned about my grades.
Having learned of my achievements, he was also very excited and then strongly advised me to study at Shanghai University.
“You and I can take care of you in Shanghai. I’m sorry.
After searching for comparative scores, I went to Shanghai University.
I shared my grades with Hume on QQ.
She was so happy to talk to me.
And finally, she said, “Can I see it when you get the letter of admission? I’m sorry.
When I got the notice, I sent her a colored letter.
She called me back: “I got it. I got it. I’m sorry.
“Hummy, you can actually continue your studies. I’m sorry.
“I’ve been working for years. I’m sorry.
“You can do that. You’re 18 years old. Your life is long. I say, “Young people who have not worked for their dreams are empty.” I’m sorry.
She’s been silent for a long time: “I actually saw a night school enrolling a few days ago. I’m sorry.
“Go on, Hume! It’s not too late if we try. I’m sorry.
There’s a good wind on my side and there’s a problem with the old lady.
She woke up the other day and had a complete stroke.
I can’t walk.
On the bed, you can’t take care of yourself, but your mind is sober.
You fight for me, and no one will take the hot potato.
Dad took care of his wife for a few days.
The widow of the king quit and is in trouble for a divorce.
Her son graduated from junior high this year and didn’t go to high school.
Ready to go to work.
All the people in the village saw it.
The value of this toolmaker, Dad, is over, and the widow Wang, who doesn’t want to take care of the old lady, quits.
Dad agreed to it while he was busy.
Upon obtaining his divorce certificate, he was sweating to find his mother.
“Sun-hyang, I’m divorced now. I’m sorry.
“We can be together later. He’s looking forward to it, “Now that sweets are in college, we’ll have a good day.” I’m sorry.
“We’re going to remarry now.” I’m sorry.
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Mom’s laughing.
“Tai Jia, it’s a good day for me and Sweet. But you’re not!
“Our good days have nothing to do with you. I’m sorry.
“Sweetness is my daughter, we’ve been in love for so many years…”
The sunset fell on Mom’s gentle side face.
She said:
“You’ve been on her side for years, every time your mother fucks around. I’m sorry.
“You didn’t speak for me, not once! I’m sorry.
“I’m holding it for the sake of the child. I’m sorry.
“But now sweet is mine, and I won’t take it anymore. I’m sorry.
The first time my mother showed up, “I’ll get past sweets, and you’ll rot in a ditch with your mother.” I’m sorry.
The sunset pulled Daddy’s bow back long and long.
I wonder if he hates her every time he gives her a shit and feeds her the rest of his life?
Will he regret it?
Do you imagine you can pick my sweet fruit for a few more years?
I don’t care anymore.
Because Mom’s going to Shanghai with me.
Grandma Wong decided to go to Shanghai and live with her son, and Mama came along as a nanny.
Uncle Wang raised her salary by 4,000 a month.
In addition to Grandma Wang, Mom is responsible for cooking and cleaning the family.
When we left, we invited Aunt Zhang for dinner.
She brought her boyfriend and was the parent of a student at a training institution.
It can be seen that the two of you have a good relationship.
At the end of the day, Aunt Zhang and Mom were hugged.
They did not say a word and seemed to have spoken a thousand words.
During the summer, Uncle Wong introduced me to tutoring.
Fifty an hour.
It turns out that knowledge is so valuable.
I worked part-time during college.
The big city has many opportunities and Uncle Wong has been helping.
In the second year, his family had travelled abroad and his mother had taken the opportunity to visit his grandmother in Hainan.
I bought her a plane ticket, the first time she was on a plane, and I told her repeatedly that the food on the plane was free, so she could eat.
I called her when I landed and asked her if she had eaten.
She said, “No!”
“I told you I don’t want money. I’m sorry.
“They raised me to first class, and the hair was different from what was in the back seat. I’m sorry.
I’m really crying.
Turns out, she’s still a timid, timid mother.
After my graduate degree, I got a score. Mom and I spent $7,000 on a flat in a very far-off suburbs and bought a small two-house mover.
When I got the house, I held my mother: “Mom, thank you, for me, for wandering away.” I’m sorry.
Mama smiled, and the wrinkles of the eyes were gentle radians: “What are you talking about? Your place is my home.” I’m sorry.
Note
With smartphones and tweets.
The distance between people has become shorter.
Aunt added my tweets.
So I saw the chicken-flying dog in her circle.
The longer Kim Bo grows, the more he steals, the more he fights.
There’s something wrong with Aunty’s ear.
One ear can’t hear.
Good hearing aids are expensive, Uncle, poor quality hearing aids she has a headache.
Every day in the circle of friends complains about the husband’s incompetence and his son’s incompetence.
The image of my father as a filial child did not last long.
I started to be extremely impatient with the old lady.
Turns out his filial heart was made of his wife.
Let him do it himself, he’ll be a white-eyed wolf.
The old lady was finally placed in a separate hut.
Uncle and Daddy are going to take turns.
According to Auntie Hak, the house stinks.
The old lady had a bed absconding, often sore in the middle of the night.
It took her eight years to leave.
When I studied, Kimba took the midterm.
I didn’t get it.
Auntie contacted me and asked me to find Kimbao in Shanghai for $5,000 a month.
I just told her she was dreaming.
Kimba’s working for about a month or two a year.
Other times are eating old.
He’s the only root of the family.
He’s qualified to eat old.
He’s also on a huge mission for the family!
Dad’s having a bad time.
An old bachelor with a lot of jokes from the village.
Everyone said, “If you had not taken flowers, you would have gone with your cousins and your daughter to a great city like Shanghai.”
He’s been drinking all day.
If you’re drunk, you cry.
Saying how much I love and how much I regret.
Said I was his only blood, and he could risk his life for me.
Who does?
I’m sick of it. It’s just blacking out.
And then I didn’t pay much attention to those people.
My mother and I have a very wide life, and they’re just the last bits.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
