My wife has always been timid

Naturally, I rushed out.

I cried and tried to grab my mother.

However, my father hugged me, covered my mouth, and didn't let me make a sound, for fear that I would stop my mother from looking forward and starting a new life.

I do not understand.

Father is obviously so reluctant to let mother go, why didn't he stop her?

I found out later.

It is because of love.

His mother accused him of not knowing how to love. When his mother left, he finally learned how to love someone.

I thought my father was going to die alone.

Until this year, I met a child who looked seven to eight times like me.

My brother with the same father and mother.

My younger brother is more than three years younger than me. I took him home, but my father's eyes turned red again when he saw my younger brother.

He is real.

It is said that a man does not flick his tears lightly. I think he is also a person with extra backbone, so why does he cry at every turn?
Until I heard him scolding his mother for being cruel.

Our family has a rare infectious disease. If you don’t get the vaccine, you won’t survive middle age. And the vaccine is only in my father’s hands. At the beginning, my mother jumped into the sea to save me, but she came to my brother. , she dragged her younger brother until he was ten years old and didn't say a word, and now she doesn't even want to show her face. After throwing him by my side, she disappeared again. It should be because she couldn't bear the condemnation of her conscience that she sent him back , this kind of behavior is enough to show that she doesn't care about her brother, and her heart is cruel.

How could she be cruel?

How could she not care about her brother?

A tiger's poison does not eat its offspring, how can any mother in the world care about the life and death of her own children?
I knew my father was blaming her.

Blame her for leaving for so many years, blame her for not coming back to look for him after having a son.

He held his younger brother's hand, as if he wanted to tell his younger brother all the grievances he had suffered for more than ten years, saying that his mother was cruel, that his mother didn't want him, but he couldn't help but want to find out about his mother's current situation from his younger brother.

The younger brother kept silent.

Only when the father said bad things about the mother, the younger brother would pretend to be fierce and say: "My mother is not bad, she is the best person in the world."

Yes.

She is the nicest person in the world.

I miss my mother too.

My father is not the only one who looks at my mother's photo and wipes tears in the middle of the night, and I do too.

The woman deep in my memory is always gentle and gentle, her hands are cold but steady, her arms are not wide but the most reassuring, I always dream of her smiling softly and calling me softly He said to my little me, "Manman, come, mom hugs..."

But those are only in a dream.

I also took my brother's hand, trying to find out something about my mother.

The younger brother hesitated.

After a long while, he faltered and said: "Mom won't let me say..."

"Mom won't let you tell Dad, did you tell me not to tell your sister?" I took advantage of the loophole and tried my best to coax the little boy.

The younger brother was really tangled.

For a long time.

The little boy guarded against his father, leaned close to my ear, and said in a voice that only the two of us could hear: "Mom is here..."

Oh~ so my mother is there.

After talking with my brother, I saw my father looking at me with expectant eyes. His eyes have been lifeless for many years, but at this moment there is some light, and he asked me cautiously: "Manman, brother is always with you." What did you say?"

I smiled lightly.

"Mom told my brother not to tell you her location..."