my naughty female president

I remembered the last time I mentioned my father in front of my mother.

It was an early autumn weekend when I was 12 years old, and my mother and I went to the public grain office in the town to pay the tax for that year.Today's postmodern young people may not know what taxation is. If you don't know, you might as well ask your parents, I think they must know.

My mother was pulling a flatbed cart with hundreds of catties of freshly harvested rice on it, which was almost half of the total harvest that year!I followed behind, and when I encountered an uphill, I helped my mother push the cart behind. Although I was only 12 years old and skinny, the child who grew up in suffering had strength that cannot be underestimated!

My mother and I set off before dawn, traveling more than 20 miles, and finally arrived at the town at noon!

I will never forget the fat woman in the blue cloth dress in the public food station. As for the reason why I will not forget her, it is because she has a face that makes people feel that the whole world owes her. I even suspect her viciously. Did the man just die? Even now I can still clearly remember her appearance, every expression and movement of her.

After she inquired about her mother's name and household registration address, she instructed my mother and me to put the bags of grain on the scale. After checking the quantity, she took a sharpened steel pipe and plunged into each bag, and the millet came out of the bag. Flowing out of the steel pipe, she took a handful of rice with her hand, then put it in her mouth and knocked it with her teeth!

After every bag of rice had been eaten by her, she frowned sullenly and said to her mother impatiently, "If you don't dry the rice, you can't turn it in!" Then he pointed to the yard and said, "Turn the rice down!" In the yard, bask in the sun, and weigh again at night!"

After she finished speaking, she got into her hut without waiting for her mother to speak. The mother followed up a few steps and wanted to argue in a tone that was inherently lacking in confidence, but before she finished a sentence, she was reprimanded by the woman: "I said that if you don't dry the rice, you don't do it. If you can't turn it in, you can't turn it in! It's no use asking anyone to tell you. If you don't want to dry it, you can pull it back! Anyway, I don't care if you turn it in or not. I just check and accept it!"

Mother stood there in amazement. After a while, she finally turned around silently and dragged the rice to the center of the yard. The bags were reopened and spread out in the yard to dry.

Although I was furious in my heart, I only dared to scold that woman in my heart. At that time, I knew that ordinary people in this world could not resist the powerful!
I helped my mother to use my feet to criss-cross the millet from time to time to make beautiful grooves in order to dry the rice more evenly.

After noon, I was thirsty and hungry, and felt that the water in my body was almost evaporated, and I was not even sweating.But he dared not tell his mother.

It's just that my mother is still sensitive to discover my gradually weak expression.He took out two steamed buns from a bag he carried with him and took out a scoop of cold water from the machine well in the yard.

Just like that, I ate one steamed bun with a scoop of cold water, and I handed the other steamed bun to my mother. My mother smiled and said that she was not hungry, and she said there was still in the bag for her to eat later.But in the morning, I clearly saw that she only put two steamed buns in the bag. She said this just to make me full. How could she not be hungry?

I thought it would be over until the rice was dried in the evening and re-scaled. It was nothing more than a small amount of weight, and it was enough to make up for the weight evaporated by the sun in the future!
Who knows that Tiangong is not beautiful, and seems to be against us on purpose, but suddenly a dark cloud floated over in the evening, and it rained without warning.The irony is that the sun is still shining brightly in the sky at this time, and there is no sign of rain coming!
Although when the dark cloud floated over, my mother had a perception, and hurriedly told me to gather the millet in the yard!But even though my mother and I were sweating profusely, we still didn't have time to put the millet into the bag before the rain fell!

The pile of millet was finally drenched by the rain. I braced the bag in the rain so that my mother could use a wooden stick to fill the bag with millet. Turn away.

At this time, I clearly saw the woman in the hut standing in front of the window quietly watching our embarrassed appearance, and there was even a faint smile on her face!
At that moment, I felt extremely resentful. I resented this woman who had no sympathy. Her cold eyes made me feel that seeing other people's disasters was the only thing that made her happy!

I resent God, we have already lived so humble, why does it still play with us like this, does it still think that our suffering is not deep enough?Do you want to punish us with such low-level means?
I hate the injustice of this world, why the same food can be used by others but not by us!Uncle Wang from the same village has already paid and returned home, and our millet mother and Uncle Wang dried and harvested together in the village because of fear of mistakes, but now we are the only ones who are unqualified. Could it be that we are not drying in the same sun? ?Or was it just because Uncle Wang gave the fat black woman a bottle of sesame oil, but the mother didn't know the secret and didn't prepare anything?

A few bags of millet were finally collected, and the funny thing was that the rain stopped when the millet was harvested!
The fat woman came out of the house, as if the man she had just died had come back to life, the gloomy look on her face was gone, and she said to her mother with a smile: "This is really going to happen, alas!" The schadenfreude didn't even bother to pretend.

"It seems that you have to take this grain back. Also, this grain may become moldy if it is stained with water vapor. Next time, don't pull these over and turn them in. I can tell the difference just by smelling them!"

Mother lowered her head and said nothing. After the woman finished speaking, she silently called me to reload a few bags of millet into the cart, bowed her waist and pulled it back.

I followed behind my mother, feeling both angry and sad. What made me angry was that we were manipulated by this newly widowed woman but there was nothing we could do. What made me sad was that my mother and I worked so hard all day in vain!

My mother hadn't eaten for a whole day, probably because her physical strength was getting exhausted, and she walked slower and slower on the way home.My mother and I finally exhausted ourselves on a steep slope. Just halfway up the slope, the wheels of the trolley would not move no matter how hard my mother and I tried, and then it slid down at an extremely fast speed.

Fortunately, I dodged to the side in time and was not hit by the back-sliding car, but my mother was not so lucky. She was dragged by the car and rushed down the slope. Seeing this scene, I trembled and ran down the slope weakly. go.

Fortunately, the car finally stopped on the road downhill and did not rush into the ditch on both sides.Only then did I understand that my mother's tenacious hold on her hand was because she wanted to control the direction of the car going backwards. If the cart of grain fell into the ditch, it would be really catastrophic.

Although the mother finally controlled the direction of the car, two large holes were still worn out at the knees of her trousers, and the skin at the knees was already bleeding.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't hold back the tears anymore, and at the same time blurted out a sentence that had been pent up in my heart for a long time: "Mom, why didn't Dad come back? Will he never come back?"

My mother looked back at me with a perplexed and evasive expression.

"Who said that? Your dad is just busy with work and won't come back for a while. How could he never come back! When he's not busy..."

"You lie!" I interrupted my mother angrily.

"I know, everyone in the village is saying, Dad won't come back, he already has another woman outside, he won't come back!" I almost yelled at my mother.

After hearing my words, my mother looked at me in astonishment, as if she was not quite sure that the words came from my mouth.

Her lips trembled, but she didn't make a sound. After a long time, she silently turned her head away.

At this moment, the dark red clouds in the sky gradually dimmed, like scabbed scars.The earth that has just rained seems to be filled with a smell of dust. The sound of frogs in the field seems to be timid without the cover of rice seedlings. The world seems to stand still at that moment.

Then I saw my mother, who turned her back, raised her hand and gently wiped her cheeks, as if she was wiping sweat or tears...

At that moment, I suddenly regretted it. I knew that my words made my mother sad. I knew it clearly, so why did I say it?Is it to prove something?So when I got the answer, how should I face it?will i be sadOr will you be disappointed?

But no, everything is still the same as before?That being the case, why bother to prove a known and inevitable answer?What else can there be but to hurt the mother once more?

I can't remember how my mother and I moved the millet to the slope to transport home that night, and I don't remember whether my mother said anything to me after that, but my mother raised her hand to wipe it with her back to me and faced the dark red sunset. The silhouette of tears is deeply engraved in my heart.

Since that night, I seem to have grown up overnight. In the years to come, no matter how hard, tired or wronged I was, I never complained to my mother again.And never mentioned her father in front of her again until she died...

Ah Wei didn't come back all night, I don't know where he went that night, but I think he probably had a hard time.

I can see that he has sincere love for Mu Xichun, but Mu Xichun only has me in her mind, and she can even spend a whole day in the garbage dump because of my words, just to find a small thing that I carry with me.Mu Xichun is a daughter of a thousand gold, but loves me so humblely, how can all this not make him feel sad in Awei's eyes?
So he probably wanted to drag Mu Xichun out of my swamp even more.

It turns out he did.

Mu Xichun and I came to the company early the next morning. As soon as we entered the company, we saw Awei standing in front of the public office area, holding a bouquet of beautiful roses that was not smaller than the first time. .

His mood has also returned to the normal state before, and he still has a warm smile on his face, but the bruise at the corner of his mouth makes his smile look a bit awkward. It seems that the strength of my punch yesterday was really strong enough, I can't help feeling Feeling a little ashamed.

Before we came, he had been chatting with a few girls in the office area. It seemed that he liked the girls quite a lot. The superficial girls didn’t know whether they had never seen a handsome guy or such a large bouquet of flowers. There was an expression of envy and fascination on the face, and it was a vivid nympho.

"Xichun, you're here! This is the gift I prepared for you today, how do you like it? " Seeing Mu Xichun's arrival, Ah Wei took a step forward and presented the flower with both hands.