grandfather's daughter-in-law

My mother married my father very young and gave birth to me when I was 19.Her father is twice as big as her, and she has never suffered or lost support in her life.For a while after my father left, our lives were in turmoil.Mother didn't think about going to work because she couldn't do anything.She can cook and wash dishes, but she can't bear to go to the restaurant to do these chores, so she just waits in the house for me to come back from school every day.In the beginning, Forrest Gump tried to help us.The so-called patronage means he quietly gave me a few dollars or some small stationery on the way home from school, but I always remembered that he helped my father leave, and I never gave him a good face.At that time, he was investigated for a long time because of his father, and then he had to work in the factory in the village.It was a small mechanical parts processing factory, and every time I approached it, I could hear the harsh sound of steel cutting.The waste water flowing out of the factory is yellow and stretches for thousands of meters along the river outside the village. One can imagine how harsh the working environment inside is.He said that he was atoning for sins, and the books have taught us that we can correct our mistakes, and there is nothing good about it.Perhaps because of this incident, I finally forgave him.

Later, he gave me 50 yuan. At that time, the money was enough for me and my mother to live for a week. I couldn't help telling my mother, and lied that I picked it up on the road, but my mother saw me right away. This clumsy lie.My mother trembled with anger when she heard that I was being helped by Forrest Gump's so-called helping father to take care of us. She poked my forehead and called me unfilial, a miser, a snob, and a debt collector.She asked how much money I took from Forrest Gump, but I couldn't remember it.Angrily, she took out a hundred yuan from the jewelry box and threw it at my face, asking if I had enough. I didn't even dare to answer, so she threw another one.My tears fell down without disappointment, I never thought that taking Forrest Gump's money was such a big sin.Only after she was gone did I dare to pick up the money with trembling.

I remember that it was dusk, and the sky seemed to cry with me.I cried all the way and clutched the two pieces of money tightly, intending to go to A-Gump's house to inquire about the crime, but I only saw Aunt A-Gump sitting at the door choosing vegetables.

"Where's Forrest Gump?" I asked angrily.

She glanced up at me with disdain, then lowered her head and continued to choose vegetables.

"Where's Forrest Gump?" I raised my voice.

"Forrest Gump, Forrest Gump..." she murmured and repeated, "Sure enough, you are a little bastard with a mother but no father, so you don't know how high or low he is!" She scolded and gritted her teeth, and the grievance and anger in my heart poured out , overturned her vegetable basket and ran away, her angry scolding still came from behind: "Little bastard! Don't get caught by me."

I was running and running but slowly stopped.No one has ever scolded me like this in person, so blatantly, so arrogantly.And this woman, when my father was still there, every time she saw me, she always looked like a pug and licked her face to flatter me as a naturally beautiful little princess. If my father gave her some rewards for this, she would be even more Praise for working hard.Now, it hasn't been long before she pokes me in the back and calls me a little bastard.

When I turned around, she had already packed the vegetable basket and turned back to the house, still muttering something.That year, I was 11 years old. I didn't know where the courage came from. I just picked up a stone and threw it at the fat body, and then ran desperately until a beautiful egret rose up beside me. , I realized that I had run to the woods on the opposite side of the river bank.

Panting heavily, I rested under the tree for a long time before I recovered, thinking that Aunt Gump would definitely not let me go this time, and thinking of my mother's face that was blue with anger, I couldn't move forward. Move your legs and go home.The sky was getting dark, and I was still holding tightly in my hand the money that I was going to return to A-Gump, which was crumpled by me at this moment.I think all of this is Forrest Gump's fault. If it wasn't for him, my mother wouldn't be so angry; if it wasn't for him, that stinky bitch wouldn't be calling me a bastard; if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be unable to return home.The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and I didn't even care about the little fear in my heart, so I hurried to find him to settle the score.

Later, I stopped A-Gump on the road, and I dumped the money to him like my mother dumped money from me, and officially broke up with him.He picked up the money slowly without asking me why.The last thing he did for me was settle his wife.That submissive and guilty man finally looked like a real man for once, but only for once.The stone didn't cause much damage after all, and A-Gump passed away as soon as he made a decision.I got a bad name for it.For a long, long time, I didn't see him again.When I saw him again, his back seemed to be a little bent, and his hair was also gray.He didn't do anything for us anymore, the last thing he did for us was to introduce my mother to work in the factory in the town.Long-term poverty is hard to care for, and people's words are terrible. This is the reason why my mother went to the factory.

In the late autumn of that year, my mother officially became a female worker in the parts processing factory.She cut off her proud flowing hair and replaced it with a neat short cut.I don't understand, but I vaguely remember that my father once praised her for having a head of beautiful hair, which has a mature and elegant charm when it is tied into a bun.She also had long hair for many years for this reason, but she said that cutting off these three thousand threads of troubles is cutting off the dream of prosperity in the world of mortals.She also bought a pair of flip flops, which she once thought were vulgar, and walked from upstairs to downstairs like singing a farewell hymn, saying goodbye to her and the man in the past.It is a pity that life has not started to go smoothly. In this prosperous world, there are three thousand people in the world of mortals, and it is impossible to just cut it off.

Mother's life in the factory was not smooth.The work of the assembly line is trivial and tedious work, sitting in the same place every day, repeating the same action countless times.The working hours are long, no vacations, monotonous and repetitive work, and if the quality is not up to standard, there will be endless revisions, but the money is earned at 30 cents, which makes people fully appreciate the difficulty and hardship of making money.The flip-flops made her feet blister; the rough nylon shirt made her skin irritated; the pitch-black lubricating oil made her hands rough, these were all inconsequential, no one gets through the hard days Flowing clouds and flowing water, but because of Forrest Gump, everything that is not worth mentioning becomes a pleasure to talk about.What's even more ridiculous is that Aunt Forrest Gump, in order to portray herself as a bitter master, even went so far as to tell her own truth in front of others, as if she regarded her mother as the enemy of her husband.The mother tried to explain and blend in, but the explanation turned into a cover-up and a guilty conscience.On this stage of right and wrong, my mother is like a noble princess wearing the wrong glass slipper, as awkward as a clown.Those women who like to tell stories are constantly discussing her past with a spirit of exploration and arrogance. She has become an abandoned woman who is known to everyone in the village.Perhaps it is in response to that sentence, there are many gossips in front of widows, and she is a beautiful and "worthy" widow.She has never been ugly, and she is not yet [-] years old, which is the age when women are in full bloom.

I have always felt that my mother’s later choices are more or less inseparable from these women. If the world can give her some tolerance, maybe life will be different, but it’s a pity that any assumption is just a powerless comfort That's all.When she was in her prime, her mother got acquainted with the boss of the factory in this blooming gossip.

The boss of the factory is a Japanese. It is said that he was stationed in China before the victory of the Anti-Japanese War.His mother later became one of his mistresses.It's just that I didn't know it at the time.

I watched her pick up the old clothes from the closet again, repaint her eyebrows and lips, I watched her gradually grow long hair, I watched her joyful mood again, and I watched the growing number of people in the family. Kind of snacks, the barrenness is fading, the prosperity is invading, but my heart seems to be dead.Maybe I'm happy. My mother seems to have found the direction of life again. She is like a phoenix reborn from Nirvana.Finally, my mother no longer has to work hard on the difficult assembly line, and the difficulties come and go quickly.All of these are her natural gifts, which some people can't get no matter how hard they practice.Once again, she became the object of others' admiration, and she lived in seclusion in the village.The window overlooking the distance is not only her shackles, but also her protection.By hiding inside, she can turn a deaf ear to the outside world.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes and heard it with my own eyes, maybe I could have taken this thick shell like my mother and hid in this safe area, ignoring the outside world.Yet I saw everything and heard everything.On that river bank, the child nicknamed Slug, with his hips akimbo facing the wind, sucked the snot that flowed to his lips, and told the truth nakedly.He said: "Ji Mingfeng's mother is a bitch! Hahahahaha..."

The ensuing laughter exploded at once, echoing in my ears like torpedoes under the water, always separated by a layer of something.Everyone's mouth is moving, but nothing can be heard clearly.As soon as my head got hot, my legs jumped up, and I stretched out my hand to push him, and he fell off the river bank.Everyone was stunned. For a while, the slug with a bruised nose and swollen face lay on the river bank, and it took a long time to cry loudly. "Ah! My leg...Ji Mingfeng killed someone, Ji Mingfeng is going to kill me!" He wanted to stand up, but fell down again.On Lihua's rainy face, there were two lines of snot, which he wiped with his backhand.I just looked at him quietly like that, dumbfounded.Slug is Forrest Gump's son.

On that day, Aunt Forrest Gump cursed and called me a white-eyed wolf, saying that I would repay my kindness with revenge, and counted the favors that A-Gump had given us that she imagined in the public.A-Gump just looked at me with the eyes of a stranger, and never said a word.At that time, I seemed to understand why my mother was so furious when she heard that I had taken Forrest Gump's money.In this world, right and wrong can turn the cart before the horse, and nonsense can be serious, so why is it so strange for debtors to pursue debts?

The mother just watched quietly, sometimes tightening her beautiful dress tightly, there was no wind, but her lips were blue and purple.She didn't yell back or argue, and she didn't spread her wings to protect me like other women. She was never a strong woman.Everything is up to the factory owner.For some reason, I felt the corners of my mouth twitch, and I couldn't help laughing.You see, she is such a woman, such a weak woman, she cannot live without a man.Later, the factory owner lost some money, and the matter was settled.

This incident proves three things: first, it is true that Ji Mingfeng is a little bastard with a mother but no father; second, it is also true that Ji Mingfeng's mother is a bitch; third, that Ji Mingfeng's mother It is still true that her concubine is the owner of a processing factory in the town.I was the one who announced all this to the world.Before that, people whispered to each other that we could fool ourselves, now everything is above board.Whose fault is this?I think I can finally ignore anything about her, and my mother didn't explain anything to me.So the days quieted down, and I became a complete loner.

When the sun sets, I like to sit on the bank of the river. The afterglow will stretch my figure for a long time, and then project it into the river, turning it into a shadow.The breeze blew across the river, and the shadow floated and fluttered, as if it might be broken into pieces at any time, but when the breeze stopped, it returned to its original appearance, just like this life, always with hope, always with hope. Frustrated.I am obsessed with that river bank, aimlessly, sometimes counting the sunshine, and sometimes counting the egrets, if the sun dazzles after counting the sun, it will be even better, and I can count the egrets back and forth Will not feel bored anymore.Occasionally, I would make a move, quietly walk among the group of egrets, and raise my arms when they were not paying attention, the frightened egrets would suddenly fly into the air, and the moment was so beautiful that they were dumbfounded.I am obsessed with this kind of self-entertainment, and it seems that I have finally gradually understood the charm of that piece of garbage plain. The white smoke that is smoldering is like burning opium with addiction. Here you can find a living hope.