My father, sister, and I were overjoyed when my mother woke up from her excessive pain.
My sister and I stayed by my mother's side and watched as she woke up. A smile appeared on her happy and sad face as she shouted,"Mommy is alright, Mommy is alright." So the sister hugged her mother and pressed her face against her mother's
Tears streamed down his face.
I can see how complicated my father's feelings are at this moment. Although my father doesn't speak of the pain in his heart, it's not difficult to see his joy, anger, and sadness from his complicated expression. Father followed
My mother carried Si Mao away and patted my mother's tears. Father sighed and said,""Thank God."
At this moment, Big White Pear went back. "Sister-in-law, help me take care of her. I'll go and see Yingying later.”‘Big White Pear, talking to my neighbor auntie
He rushed Yu Hanyang, who had been watching over Wu Mao with tears in his eyes,""Little Scorpion. Hurry up and go home for dinner. Don't delay your studies.”In an instant, Big White Pear signaled to Yu Hanyang.
His eyes.
Yu Hanyang's nickname was Scorpion. This name had two meanings. It was mainly because Yu Hanyang had a hard time surviving when he was young. He had a brain disease every two or three days, so Yu Hanyang was named Scorpion.
The name of the animal was so that Yu Hanyang would be easy to raise, and also because Yu Hanyang's temper was as weird as a mule's. Third, in those days, people's cultural level was very low.
Most parents in the countryside would give their children animal names instead of their children's nicknames. For example, fur, dog teeth, donkey head, horse head, sheep, pig, etc.
Pass. It was unlike the youngsters nowadays who gave their children beautiful and poetic names. The cultural quality of the people back then was pitifully low. Therefore, the names given to the children are similar to
It was related to livestock.
Actually, thinking about it, the children and people back then were really not as good as the animals now. Take me for example. The cute kitten at home has to feed it ham and chicken liver every day.
Ah, pure lean meat, and that loyal baby dog at home. If I don't give it pig lungs to eat, it will lose face. When I was young, I didn't even dare to think about eating meat, because whenever I thought of meat,
She was crying from thinking about it, so she didn't dare to think about it. If he could fill his stomach, he would be praying Amitabha. If he could not even satisfy the normal and instinctive desires of a person, just think about how pitiful and sad he would be.
Don't go too far.
Yu Hanyang pouted and shouted at his mother,""I'm not hungry. She didn't want to go to school either. Auntie's house is already in such a state, and you're still watching the joke. If you're willing to leave, then leave." At this time, the little mule Yu Han
Yang was throwing a tantrum. As expected of a man who had a rich knowledge. If Yu Hanyang hadn't been studying, he wouldn't have understood these principles. In short, Yu Hanyang's thoughts and thoughts were as simple as his mother's.
It was as if they were two different people.
Yu Hanyang's face darkened, but he didn't move. He shook Wu Mao in the wicker cradle beside him seriously.
'Big White Pear' glared at Scorpion Yu Hanyang and pretended to smile,""I really have to go back." As she spoke, she twisted her slender waist and walked out of the door.
The neighbor auntie helped my sister and me to help my mother up from the ground and let my mother sit on the edge of the Kang. At this time, my mother seemed to remember something and rushed to the child.
The child waved his thin little hands in the cradle as if he was looking for his mother. My mother quickly picked up the child and held him in her arms like a mother. Until now, no one knew whose child this was.
My father took the dead Si Mao from my mother's arms and went to the kitchen in the countryside.
After my mother recovered, I dared to go to Tangdi to see how dad and grandpa wrapped Si Mao with hay. When he came out of the house, he saw his father and grandfather squatting in front of the stove, busy.
Although his grandfather had a bad temper, he was usually thick-hearted as if he didn't know how to care for others. It was rare to see his grandfather cry. But today, grandpa cried, he helped my dad to give Si Mao some dry grass.
Grandpa was busy wrapping it up and crying non-stop. Grandpa's rough and calloused hands were shaking non-stop.
Speaking of grandpa, it was hard enough. He had married three wives in his life, but they were far away from grandpa. The eldest wife was 13 years older than grandpa and couldn't have children.
A rich boss took a fancy to my big boobs, so the two of them made eyes at each other and got together. In less than three to five days, they disappeared. My grandfather lost it in the days when he saw his brother
Wife: Later on, I was introduced to another wife. On the day of the wedding, I met a Japanese ghost who swept up my mistress. Before she could enter my house, she was killed by a Japanese ghost soldier. this last
My wife is my real grandmother.
Grandma and Grandpa gave birth to my father, my father, my third uncle, and two aunts. However, the good times did not last long. Grandpa's life was short. When Grandpa was in his forties, he suffered from toxic diarrhea due to the plague.
After seven days and seven nights of vomiting, he closed his eyes and left.
Saying that Grandpa was the landlord, Grandpa really felt a little wronged. Back then, grandpa donated all the supplies he gave to the family to the anti-Japanese army. Even the school we go to now, grandpa donated them.
It became a temporary hospital for the anti-Japanese troops and now it has become our school. The only property left in the family is the property of the house where our families are squeezed together.
There was a bizarre story about the days when his grandfather became rich when he was young.
I heard from my grandfather that when my great-grandfather and my great-grandmother were living in poverty, even the wooden spoon that served rice was half broken. Grandpa is doing chores for others, but Grandma is at home.
Spinning and farming, life was very poor. Great-Grandfather and Great-Grandmother are very happy.
One night, when it was already late at night, the nanny was waiting at home for my grandfather, who had not returned, while sitting beside the fire lit by pine branches and spinning. Spinning
Then, she heard a buzzing sound outside. The nanny couldn't guess what the scary sound was, so she mustered her courage and came to the courtyard to take a look with the help of the weak light. He drank. Miracles have appeared, covering the sky
The courtyard was filled with buzzing bees.
The appearance of such a miracle could be the will of heaven!
The nanny knelt on the ground and kowtowed without caring about anything. She kept muttering,"The Queen Bee came to my house because my family's fortune fell on my mulberry tree.”The nanny repeatedly kowtowed.
She muttered. It was really strange. The nanny had just muttered it three times when the overwhelming bees buzzed and rushed to the mulberry tree in the courtyard. From now on, I won't give you any more work.
The nanny began to serve the bees at home. Old Master often helped the nanny to serve the bees. Day after day, year after year, the days slowly became rich with the hard work of Old Master and the nanny.
Later on, Great-grandfather and Great-grandmother bought a house and land, as well as a lot of barren mountains. Great-grandfather led his children and grandchildren to open up wasteland and farm. He was considered a small famous figure in the local area. Later, the great grandfather and the great grandmother established a
A huge foundation.
At that time, the people who worked in my house were called the living ones.
"When I have money, my grandfather will let my eldest son learn medicine, my grandfather will help the family settle things, and my third son will go to JiLin to study in a foreign school.
The good times didn't last long. My grandfather died of a strange illness in his twenties. Even though he was a medical student, he still could not figure out what was wrong with him.
After the death of his great-grandfather, it was the Japanese invasion of China. Later, his grandfather slowly donated his family's assets to the war. Talking about my family's story, even if I told it for three to five years, I wouldn't be able to tell it
Finished.
Let's go back to the book.
I stood in front of my grandfather and father, watching them tie the dried grass into the dried grass for my dead fourth brother. My heart was indescribably uncomfortable, so I lay on my father's shoulder and watched my fourth brother cry.
After Grandpa and Dad tied up Si Mao, Dad carried Si Mao and ran out of the house. Grandpa followed Dad to Wild Ghost Valley with a shovel and pickaxe.
I looked at the backs of my grandfather and father as they leaned against the small low wall outside my house and cried endlessly.
His father, Yu Xiangming, his cousin, Yu Hanzheng, and his sister-in-law, Yu Xiulian, wanted to follow him to the door. When Eldest Father saw me crying on the wall, he ignored me and went into the courtyard. Cousin and Cousin
She quickly walked over to me and pulled me to her side to comfort me with a distressed look."Han Sheng. Why aren't you home? Why are you crying outside? Hurry up and go home with sister-in-law."
When Tang Sao Yu Xiulian said this, I suddenly hugged Tang Sao as if I had been wronged and said,"Sister-in-law. My Si Mao is dead."
"Ah!" Tang Sao cried out in alarm and asked,"How did he die?" Poor Si Mao." As she spoke, tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.
Tang Sao gently patted my back and quickly grabbed my small hand to pull me into the courtyard with tears in her eyes.
I looked back at the direction where my father and grandfather had gone and cried.
When I returned home, my mother was very strong at this moment. She didn't cry because of Si Mao's absence.
My mother was accompanied by a neighbor's auntie. She was waiting by the child's side and coaxing him to smile. My mother had forgotten about the children, Wu Mao and San Mao, because of this child she picked up.
Yu Hanyang was still coaxing Wu Mao. Her sister Huihui was hugging San Mao, who was shivering and crying on the brick bed.
At this moment, I heard my mother and the neighbor muttering,
"Who was so heartless as to abandon this child?”
"Exactly. A vicious tiger would not eat its cubs. Who could this person sleep with?”
The child that my mother picked up was a mystery to my mother.
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