grandfather's daughter-in-law

I learned to read very early. When I was about seven or eight years old, I was able to read a newspaper without looking up a dictionary.Later, newspapers could no longer satisfy my desire for literacy, so I began to frantically sweep my father's study.I probably can’t remember those various books, but I remember a biography strangely.

The content of the biography tells a brief life of a woman in the form of a diary.She is an orphan. After graduating from university, she was assigned to practice in a botanical garden, hoping to return to the orphanage where she was adopted to develop Chinese herbal medicine. However, she fell in love with the botanist's daughter during the day and night.In order to stay with her lover forever, she is willing to marry the son of a botanist.She wholeheartedly thought that when her husband went to a distant place to serve as a soldier, she would be able to face her lover day and night.Unwilling to dedicate her innocence to a man, she committed herself to her lover, which deeply hurt her husband's feelings, and left with hatred after insulting and hurting her.The pair of lovers who finally achieved success were so happy that they were carried away. They were discovered by their father who was suffering from coronary heart disease, which finally led to his death.In his last words, he said that it was not coronary heart disease that killed him, but a more terrible disease. His daughter and daughter-in-law suffered from the same disease at the same time.The name of this disease is homosexuality.

I was still young at that time, and in my hazy enlightenment, there was no such word as homosexuality, and I didn’t know how dirty it represented in people’s mouths. I was just stunned by this shocking relationship.I seemed to be tightly strangled by an invisible hand, making me want to cry but there was no sound.Instinctively, I picked up the book and rushed to the garbage plain across the river bank outside the village, secretly burning it.The flames burned fiercely, swayed and flew with the wind, and gradually turned into faint sparks and turned into ashes.The ashes fluttered in the wind, and fell into the riddled darkness, turning into a sticky mass, but the illusory hand still didn't let me go, and I sat on the river bank completely exhausted , looking at the brilliant sunset, finally burst into tears.

That very same day, I burned the book and returned home, stunned again.The house was like being robbed by robbers. Colorful candies were scattered on the floor, paintings on the walls were tilted here and there, shoes were thrown here and there, even the phone on the coffee table was thrown far away, and the wires of the handsets were thrown indiscriminately. Stir together.I held on to the door frame blankly, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

The mother sat on the floor with blank eyes.She didn't look at me, she just stared at the floor in front of her, blinking her eyes for a long time, and a stream of tears fell in the blink of an eye.Her hair fell over her shoulders, and half of her skirt covered her legs.A pair of good-looking bare feet were exposed, and a faint bruise was formed on both legs from the freezing of the bluish porcelain floor.There were wet tears on my face, and under the reflection of the light, there was a bleak light, and I saw my equally bleak future in that bleakness.

Father just left, taking everything that belonged to him.His medals, his military uniform, his shirt, his razor, and even the three teacups on the table, he took away his usual one, clean and thorough, as if he had never existed before.Quietly and calmly, he took everything that belonged to him, and what didn't belong to him—like me, like my mother, he didn't want anything.I seemed to suddenly understand the meaning of those expensive snacks and warm laughter, how stupid, stupid!I got up angrily, picked up the candy on the ground and threw it out of the house.It's not enough, I despise its filth.I ran to the door again, picked up all the candy in my pocket, took it to the garbage plain across the river bank, and stepped hard into the riddled darkness.Dirty fatherly love is only fit to live in the garbage dump.Dirty father doesn't deserve to be forgiven.I don't think I'll ever forgive him in my life, but my tears flowed all the way.

When I came home again, my mother was still sitting on the floor.She was like a puppet who had lost its string, her eyes were dull, lifeless, and motionless.She never looked at me again.I hugged her and called her, but she didn't respond.The tear stains on her face were dry and wet and dry, and her full lips were chapped and covered with a thin layer of white skin.She seemed to have aged ten years overnight.That's the kind of person she is, silently rebelling against it all, not saying a word.I watched her like that for a day, without saying a word, until the silence was broken by Aunt Gump's broken gong.

It was a fat woman, with a pair of big feet clanging on the floor, with the momentum of stepping through the floor.As soon as she entered the door, she started screaming, with unknowingly many tears of true feelings on her face, she rudely opened every door in the house to check, even the toilet, and kept crying that her father had led their man to death, It was taken.Her man, named A-Gump, was a very simple and honest man. It was said that he had been a brother of his father through life and death.He would come to visit at home every year and holiday, occasionally nagging about his uneducated Chamou and his useless son. "Hello, big brother." He always said this submissively, and then he smiled silly, revealing a row of yellow teeth that had been smoking and drinking for a long time.The father usually just flicked his ash and didn't respond.

Aunt Forrest Gump's noisy voice continued, and she enjoyed this one-man show without dialogue.She said that her father was a piggy from the provinces, and he ganged up to bully them, occupied their place, slept with their Cha, and finally walked away with a pat on the butt.She said we were the rat droppings in the porridge pot, the black sheep.She stood in front of her mother, looked down at her, and said that she was a troublesome woman, a vixen, and deserved what she deserved.Mother didn't raise her eyelids, she seemed to be deaf and dumb, she couldn't hear or see anything, and she let Aunt Forrest Gump scold her for those trumped-up charges.I stood up for her, but was pushed aside by Aunt A-Gump, she didn't even look at me.There was a group of Zha who watched the excitement at the door, and there were three or two managers of the village office, but no one spoke for us.There were some chirping noises, I couldn't hear anything, only my mouth was moving.

The men in the outer circle stared at the mother with impunity.This is a reclusive woman who is known as a beauty in this area.It is said that when she was young, a bunch of men came to ask for marriage, but for some reason she finally chose her father, the piggy from other provinces that Aunt Forrest Gump called.Perhaps, the former father was really heroic, and in this small town, only a man like him was worthy of her beauty.They are so compatible, they should last forever, so I have never been able to understand why my father is so decisive, and why my mother is so indifferent. Is my father's wife in mainland China more beautiful than my mother?It was not until much later that I saw the black-and-white photo torn in two in my father's book.The photos had become old and yellowed, and had been glued together carefully.It has been a long time ago, and only a woman can be seen in the photo holding a baby, a little boy is pulling her trousers, and an older woman is standing beside her.The woman in the photo is not at all beautifully dressed, it can be said to be very vulgar, and her appearance is even worse than that of her mother, but her smile is extremely gentle.That look, after my knowledge increased a little, I finally found a word to describe it - affectionate, probably synonymous with my wife, not incomparable in beauty or charm, but in a pair of eyes that only have mutual affection.This is the home in the mainland that my father misses so much, his wife, children and mother, so he returned to the place we call the deep water in the books.

There is nothing more humble than this for a woman, but such humbleness is her own fault.A beautiful woman is a luxury accessory in the eyes of a man. With her, it may add luster, such as teeth; without her, it is irrelevant, such as the cecum.And mother to father is the meaning of cecum.Because his teeth are in the mainland.

From the beginning to the end, my mother didn't say a word, and didn't raise her eyelids.The crowd gradually dispersed.In their eyes, plays at other people's homes are always enjoyed after dinner, which is more important than going back to their own home to cook dinner for their husband and children.

After dark, A-Gump came back.He pushed open the door and came in, calling softly "sister-in-law", as if he had finally called his mother's soul back.She raised her head slowly, and for a few seconds, her eclipsed eyes gradually became radiant, like the grass and trees slowly springing up after the cold winter, and the spring is already full of spring in the blink of an eye.The mother stood up from the ground suddenly and wanted to rush over, but her body after sitting for a whole day and night had already been frozen, numb, and unconscious.A-Gump helped her to rest on the sofa, but she refused, and staggered to the door, anxiously asking if her father had returned.

"Sister-in-law..." A-Gump called out so dullly, his head was lowered very low, as if he was very guilty. "He did go," said he. "I put him on board myself, and I saw him go."

"I don't believe it!" my mother yelled suddenly, her hair fell down, she looked like a hysterical lunatic, she was no longer my gentle and elegant mother.Her hand tightly grabbed A-Gump's arm, "I don't believe it, I don't believe he just left like this. Is he just outside? He must be angry at me for speaking ill of that woman." She wanted to go out, A-Gump supported her.It was already pitch black outside the door, and in the deep darkness, nothing could be seen, only the cold night wind blowing around.

"Sister-in-law, he really left." He whispered again.Mother finally slid to the ground along the door frame, tears streaming down her face.After being silent for two days, the mother finally broke out, and her mournful cries echoed throughout the house.I think I should cry too. The inexplicable grief in my heart hurts my heart, but my tear ducts seem to be dry.The fighting cells in my body were fully awake, and I rushed up like chicken blood, punched and kicked A-Gump, and asked him to return my father.A-Gump didn't stop me, but just looked at my mother with guilt.Soon, Aunt Forrest Gump came and angrily grabbed his arm and dragged him away.It was just the two of us in the house again.The night gradually quieted down, and I finally fell asleep on the sofa.

That year was [-]. I was ten years old and in the fourth grade of elementary school.