At that time, my father was 35 years old. Father working in the stone yard left the engine severely left, the house is too poor, forever not married his wife. My grandmother saw her crazy, and she decided to bring her home to my father, to be his wife, to wait for her to give birth. My father, though in the heart, but look at the scene, bite to accept. As a result, my father did not lose any coin, naturally the groom.
When my mother gave birth to me, my grandmother hugged me, hugging her mouth with no teeth, saying, "This crazy mother, give birth to a child with a stick!" My birth, my grandmother took me away, never let her mother come near me.
Mother just want to hug me, how many times standing in front of her grandmother utterly shouted: "Give, take me ..." grandmother ignored. I have such eggs, like the baby meat, may know where my mother throws me away where? Anyway, I'm just crazy. Whenever my mother pleaded with me, my grandmother rolled her eyes up and said: "You do not have to hold me, I'm still long to give you.I found you holding him, I beat you dead. If you do not die, then I will kick you out! " Grandmother said firmly and firmly. I understand, her face terrible fear, each time just dared to stand far away from me. Even though my mother's breast was hard, I did not have any sips of milk, and my grandmother gave me a spoon, scooping it up for me. She said that in breast milk "neuropathy", if it spreads to me is very troublesome.
At that time, my family was still struggling in the mire of poverty. Especially after the mother and me, the house is often hanging. Grandmother decided to expel her mother, because mother not only sit at home eating rice, sometimes made into the voice of marketing.
One day, grandmother cooked a large rice cooker, hand filled with a bowl of rice given to her mother, said: "My daughter-in-law, now my poor family, my mother is wrong with her. You eat this bowl of rice, then go to find a house that is a little more than a place to stay, later not allowed to come back here, hear? My mother and a large piece of rice in the mouth, listen to my grandmother lowered the "command to see guests" suddenly surprised, sips of rice cooked in the mouth in the mouth. Mother looked at me lying in her heart, stammered someone resentment: "Do not ... do not ...". His grandfather iron face, take the prestige of the patriarch scolded shouting: "What is your daughter-in-law, you have no good fruit? You have been wandering everywhere, I've been wearing you for two years, what do you demand? Eat all bowls and go away, you hear? " Saying grandmother pulling out the shovel behind the door, pounding hard on the ground like the retired Thai Army stick dragon, "phuc!" An hour. Mother scared to death, sneak peek at her grandmother, slowly lowered his head to look at the bowl of rice in front, with tears rattling on the white rice.Watching her mother, she had a peculiar movement, her mother divorced a large portion of the bowl into a bowl, and looked at her pitifully.
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Grandma sat down, it turned out, she wanted to tell her that every meal she would eat only half a bowl, only expect her not to chase her mother away. Grandmother in the heart as someone crushed for grandson, grandma is also woman, her tough is just the outer shell. Grandfather turned his head, swallowed the hot tears, then turned to face iron said: "Eat fast, eat fast, eat finished go.At this house she also starved to death! " My mother seemed desperate, even half a bowl of rice did not eat, crossed out the door, but her mother stood at the doorstep for a long time did not come out. Grandma chuckled: "You go, you go, do not turn your head. There are many rich people in the sky! " My mother turned back, giving one hand to her heart, then she wanted to hug me a little.
Grandma hesitated for a moment, then took me in her diaper bag. For the first time, my mother took me in, licking my lips, smiling happily. My grandmother, like the enemy, with her arms under my body, just scared her mother crazy, throw me away like throwing garbage. My mother hugged me three minutes, grandmother did not wait to brace me back, then into the house to tighten the door.
When I started to ignore the knowledge a little, I discovered, in addition to me, the children playing with me have a mother. I seek the father, seeking the woman, they say, my mother died. But my friends told me, "Your mother is a madwoman, and your grandmother is gone." I searched for her grandmother, asking her to return her mother, and cursing her as a "wolf," I even throw out every vegetable she bundles for me. That day, what do I know "crazy" means something, I just feel my mother's memory is extremely, how does mother look like? Mother alive?
Unexpectedly, when I was six years old, my mother returned after five years wandering.
On that day, my friends ran to the newspaper and said, "Okay, come on, come back, your mother's gone mad!" I was so happy, I rushed out, Grandma and father also followed me. This is the first time I saw my mother, since I remember. The woman still torn clothes, ear hair and yellow hay scraps, the new sky is known by the night sleep in the hay. Mother did not dare enter the door, but face towards my house, sitting on a stone next to the rice field in front of the village, holding a dirty ball in the hand. When I and the children stood in front of my mother, my mother looked wildly at us looking for her son. Finally my mother tightly glared at me, looking at me stroking, smirking: "Accept ... shadow ... shadow ...". Mom stood up, constantly raised balloons in hand, bent into my heart with flattery. I kept stepping back. I was horribly disappointed, unexpectedly the mother day and night reminiscent of me is this figure. A guy standing next to me shouted: "Okay, now you know how crazy I am yet? Your mother is like this! "
I immediately replied to him: "It's your mother! Your mother is crazy, your mother is this! "I turned my head away. This mad mother I do not crave. Grandfather and Dad brought me home. That year, grandma chased her mother away, her conscience was questioned tormented, she grew older, her heart is no longer steel, so she took the initiative to mother, and I resentment, Because I lost my face.
I never grew up with my mom, never talked to her mother, never called her "Mother!", When I had to talk to her, I shouted mainly, she never dared to open her mouth.
The house can not be kept without his mother forever, grandmother decided to train the mother to do chores. When she went to work, her grandmother took her mother to "study observation," she told her mother not listen to be beaten.
After a while, grandmother thought her mother had been taught relatively, then let her mother cut grass. Who expect only half an hour cut off the two "pig grass". Grandma looked at the fire was frightened, the mother cut grass is the same as cotton in the field of people. Grandma was both angry and madly cursing: "Mother crazy rice and grass that can not distinguish the ..." Grandma is not yet know how to handle it, the house has rice fields to find, he teaches his daughter-in-law. My grandmother burned with fury, in front of people with sticks hit the back of the bride, shout: "Beat this crazy child, go go to her grandmother ..."
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Mother crazy, but still know the pain, her mother jumped on the runaway sticks, mouths stuttering frightened: "Do not ... do not ...". After that, the house also felt awkward, proactive said: "Well, we will not take any more. Then hold her tight a little ... ". After the storm came, the mother of the ground sobbed. I despise: "Grass with rice that also can not distinguish, you are the pig!" The words just ended, my neck was a slap, she was. Grandma stared at me, "What the fuck are you talking about? Are you still here? That's your mother! "I pouted:" I do not have this kind of crazy mother! "
"Ah, you're getting louder and louder. See if you beat me! "Grandma raised her hand again, only to see her mother as spring springs from the ground up, covered between her grandmother and me, she pointed at her mother's mother, shouting:" Type me, hit me! "
I understand, mother told her mother beat, do not hit me. Her arms in the air, down, murmured: "This crazy mother, in her heart also love you!" I was in the first grade, father was a fish farming specialists invited to fish tanks, each month salary of 50 yuan. Mother went to work in the field under her supervision, mainly to cut the grass, she also did not cause any major troubles anymore.
Remember a cold winter day I was in third grade, suddenly pour rain, grandmother's wrong mother brought umbrellas for me. Maybe on the way to school I mummy several times, the whole body looked like a monkey muddy, mother stood outside the classroom window watching me laugh silly, my mouth also called: "Accept ... um ...". Some of my friends giggled, I was sitting on the table, horrified mother's anger, mother's hatred did not know what, hated my mother embarrassed me, the more hateful Pham Gia Hy head teasing. While he was pouting his mother, I grabbed the pen case in front of him, pounding it with a punch, but was avoided by Pham Gia Hy. It rushed to my neck, we struggled to fight. I am a small child, who is not his opponent, is easily crushed to the ground. At this time, just heard a "soaring" extends from outside the classroom, mother like a big "flying" in, one hand grabbed the neck of Pham Gia Hy, pushed out the door of the class.Everybody says crazy people are very strong, really is true. I used two arms to pick him up in the air, it scared the parents crying, a fat legs tumbling down in the air. I did not pay attention, throwing it into the water pond next to the school gate, then face calm, mother came out.
Mother, because I caused catastrophe, mother did as if nothing happened. In front of me, my mother looked terrified, looking at me wanting to take heart. I understand this is my mother's love, although her mind is not awake, her mother's love is still awake, because her son was bullied. At that time I could not help crying out: "Mom!" This was the first call since I knew it. Mom stared at her, looked at me for a long time, then she looked like a child, her mother's face was rosy red, laughing silly. That day, my mother and I covered the umbrella for the first time. I told the grandmother's love story, her grandmother afraid to fall down to sit on the chair, hurried to call the father back. Father has just entered the house, a crowd of burly hands in hand knife rushing into my house, no need to ask what black and white, first smashed all the bowls of wok in the same house, earthquake level nine. These are the people asked by the Pham Gia Hy family, his father aggressively pointing to my father said: "My son is afraid so crazy, now lying in the hospital. You do not carry 1000 yuan to pay for medicine, your mother gives me a fire that burns your house. "
One thousand yuan? Father to work a month only 50 yuan! Looking at the murderers in the house of Pham, my father's eyes grew red, his father looked at her mother with terrible eyes, a hand as fast as cutting the skin belts, to hit the whole mother's head. One match to a battle, mother just like a frightened shivering trembling, again like a hunted animal was jumped into the dead, jumped in fear, fled, my whole life can not forget the leather belt cold on the mother body and the mother tongue cries. Then head of the police station to prevent his father's violent hand. The results of the reconciliation of the police station are: Both parties have losses, both do not debt at all. Who will also arrest the person. The crowd was gone, my father looked around the house fragments of pots bowl of bowls tattered, look at my mother's whip full, his father suddenly hugged my mother cried."Crazy mother, not that I want to beat my mother, but if I do not beat this can not be arranged, my house do have money that temple for people. Because poverty is so great! " Father looked at me and said, "You have to try to go to college. Otherwise, our home is being bullied for the rest of our lives, okay? " I nodded, I understand.
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In the summer of 2000, I passed high school with excellent results. My grandmother for hard work all her life that lost before, family life is more difficult. The Anjie County Autonomous People's Bureau (Hubei) ranks me as one of the poorest, earning 40 yuan a month. My school also reduced my tuition fees so that I could continue to study.
Since I was a boarder, I did a lot of homework, I rarely go home. My father is still working for 50 yuan a month, supplying me to put on the mother's shoulder, no one can replace. Each time she aunt the house to help cook food, give her mother to go. Twenty kilometers of mountain roads twisting the goat gutters make it hard for the mother to remember the road, the wind and snow are still going. And it's a great feat, whatever you do because your son, mother is not crazy at all. Apart from mother love, I have no other explanation. Medicine should also explain this phenomenon.
4/4/2003, it was a Sunday, my mother came, not only brought me food, she brought more than a dozen peaches. I took a fruit, took a bite, laughed to ask her mother: "Sweet, where are you?" Mother said: "I ... I pick ..." unexpectedly my mother also learned to dig wild, I sincerely praise her mother: Mom, mother more and more talented! " Mother laughed.
Before my mother returned, I followed the habit of instructing her to be safe, her mother replied. My mother finished, I was busy revising before the final exam of high school. The next day, while in class, the aunt rushed to school, asking the teacher to call me out the door. Asked me, does my mother come to provide food? I said yes, yesterday my mother came home. "No, your mother has not come home yet." My heart fluttered, my mother would not have gone astray. This way she has gone for three years, probably can not be lost. Asked: "What did your mother say?" I say no, I just give her a dozen fresh peaches. "Dammit, damn it, maybe because the peaches are wild!" I called to leave school, we went along the mountain road to find. There are some wild peach trees on the road, only some poems on the tree, because if it grows on the cliffs can keep the fruit. At the same time, we saw on a peach tree a branch fracture, under the tree was a hundred yards deep. Look at me and say, "Let's go down the cliff look!" I said, "Auntie, do not threaten me." Purple does not speak, pulls me down the cliff ...
She lies quietly under the ravine, the wild peaches scattered around, in her mother's hand clutched a fruit, blood on her mother hardened into heavy black. I was so painful that my organs burst, hugged my mother hard, and called, "Mother, my miserable mother! Son said regretting this sweet peach! It's you who took your life ... Mother, your mother did not enjoy the day ... "I pressed my head against my mother's cold face, crying that the wild rocks on top of the mountain fell tears as well. me.
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On August 7, 2003, a hundred days after his mother's burial, Hubei University's Letter of Acceptance came through the pathways my mother had walked through wild pebbles through the fields. rice head, "fly" straight into my door. I put the letter late in the head of her mother's grave: "Mom, I have opened your face, you hear me? You can laugh at nine streams! "
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