My father disappeared and my pregnant mother was killed by a club. What years have I experienced?

I am slim and well-proportioned, and the old guys in the village stare at me with greedy eyes.

I feel sick all over.

Curse secretly in my heart, "old deathless thing."

18 years old, my father works outside all the year round.

After a long time, I found a temporary couple on the construction site.

After a long time, my father went home and had a big fight with my mother, and never came back.

When my father left, I was in tears, although I was no longer young.

But my inner attachment to my father, like a wild grass, spread wildly and grew into a yellow remnant.

With my father gone, I know this family is having a hard time. Rural people need a pillar, and men are the indispensable core of the family.

Mom cried all the time at first, hiding in the room, tearing her heart out.

Later, I could only hear a deep sob. When I came out, I saw her eyes were red and swollen.

Mother's lonely back and thin body, under the oblique light of afterglow, appear extremely lonely and desolate.

I have mixed feelings in my heart. I don't know why. I always feel wronged and have nothing to release, so I have to suppress my heart.

The days are getting boring, and the broken family always looks melancholy, just like the dull cloudy day in summer, there are always rolling dark clouds and suffocating restlessness.

There is no family like me in our village.

I always feel like a dwarf in the village. Although I am attractive, I can't shine in this environment.

Dropped out of school in the second half of grade three. I have nothing to do at home and seldom go out.

A person stands there well, and the rhythm of youth is crazy, but I try my best to suppress it.

Mother does chores in the town, leaving early and returning late every day, and few two people can be together all day.

One noon, I cooked by myself in the kitchen as usual.

The door at home creaked and I gave him a look. Usually no one comes to visit at this time.

Uncle walked into the yard with a smile, and I obviously felt that his eyes were obscene.

Uncle Tang is a basket case, in his forties, single. When he was a child, he heard that his behavior was not correct.

I have no good impression of him, so I don't care about him.

"Where's your mother?"

He smiled at me.

"In the street, not back yet."

I faltered.

Then, without saying a word, I grabbed firewood and started cooking.

He is like a hungry dog, smelling the fishy smell and dangling around me.

The noon in the mountain village is unusually quiet, there is no wind, and it is particularly hot.

The flame of firewood dyed my face red, and my thin shirt was completely soaked and wrapped in a sticky body.

I glanced at him in disgust.

He is still there, with snake eyes.

I brought the food to the dining table in the first room, and I was wondering if my uncle had left.

He walked in suddenly, then closed the door and forced his way in.

I'm scared for no reason. I saw his face twitch, his eyes glowed and he jumped on me.

I scolded him loudly, because his legs and feet were inconvenient, and he jumped into the air and knocked his chopsticks all over the floor.

He complained and cursed and ran towards me again.

I picked up the bowl on the floor and threw it out. I saw the lame man lying in a pool of blood with a hole in his head and blood all over his face.

I saw this scene for the first time. Although the lame man is unconscious, I have a long-lost sense of happiness, as if there was a cool breeze in a closed room, which penetrated my heart.

I escaped from my room, and soon the people in the village took the cripple to the hospital.

My mother didn't know about it until she came back, holding me and crying.

"That bastard man, why did you lose our mother, and your daughter was bullied ..."

I dried her tears and suddenly my heart hardened a lot. This family will continue.

Soon, I left my mother at the head of the village with my parcel and went to work in Guangzhou.

When I left, I told my mother that my family would be better if I lived a good life.

The lights and traffic in Guangzhou make me dizzy.

I am in the talent market, and I am tired of running back and forth, and there are recruitment information everywhere. I don't know where the road is.

I entered an electronics factory, and the daily assembly line life was very monotonous, but I gritted my teeth for my desire to leave.

Before long, the boys in the factory began to pay attention to me. They call me a "factory flower", beautiful.

These sweet words really can't occupy my heart, and I refused as cold as ice.

I know every assembly line in the electronics factory like the back of my hand. My work attitude and efficiency make my salary always higher than that of the partners I work with.

In less than half a year, I became the supervisor of a workshop, and my Excellence attracted the attention of an executive.

Sven Clean, an administrator, about 30 years old, an older youth from Taiwan Province Province, Baodao.

Every day, whenever he is free, he will treat me to delicious food. I resisted very tightly and refused his invitation every time on the grounds of busy work.

He didn't give up his original intention, and his enthusiasm remained undiminished. Whenever there are holidays and my birthday, he will send flowers and some gifts with my name written on them and the suffix "Beautiful Princess".

Although I didn't agree with his pursuit, I have been alone for a long time, and his gift is very warm, which makes me feel very practical.

My mother in my hometown fell in love with a man, and I didn't know until my mother called me.

"His family is poor, nice, takes care of me and is willing to do any work. I'm not young, and you seldom go home outside. I promised to be with this man ... "

Mother repeated it over and over again.

I didn't resist, on the contrary, I was very happy. I can understand a woman's suffering in the countryside. She has no labor, no umbrella and lives a poor and weak life.

I said to my mother, "Take care of yourself and go home to see you during the Spring Festival."

Life on the assembly line makes me feel no challenge. I don't think it will last long.

Once I was sitting in the mailroom, and the delivery was messy. I saw the person in charge swearing and doing things in a muddle.

I began to help him tidy up and put it in order.

Taiwan Province provincial high-level officials don't know where they got it. He arranged for me to be a warehouse manager. I sit there and deal with numbers every day. I know how much I have received and how much I have spent.

The salary is much higher than before, and the executives are still chasing me as always.

I really don't have any ideas. My heart is as hard as the weight, and there is no softness.

I accidentally thought of taking the accounting qualification examination. I thought my Wen Pin was not high and I couldn't support myself by physical strength in the future. That kind of life is too poor, not the life I want.

I bought books and computers and studied them carefully as soon as I had time.

The computer is a strange thing to me. I don't know anything, let alone dare to do it. My previous self-confidence and ability suddenly disappeared.

My only advantage is perseverance and perseverance. I asked those college students in the factory to teach me, but they all shrugged off it.

This further stimulated my heart, and I paid for a training institution specializing in teaching computers.

Many things happen. About half a year, I can finally skillfully operate various program software and make tables.

Later, I got my wish and became an accountant in the factory.

This executive didn't come into my life, but somehow, I feel I can't live without him.

Over the years, I have been used to his kindness to me, but I can't forget my father's back and that ferocious cripple …

I dare not cross the line, I am afraid of helplessness after my beautiful dream is shattered.

Relatives called. My mother died.

I suddenly collapsed in a chair, the only relative in the world.

My mother and this man live a happy and poor life. Although I give her money every month, men have the bad habit of gambling and overeating, so the family often makes ends meet.

Once he took his mother to a village to steal chickens, which alarmed others. A group of people followed him with sticks in the dark.

A man's legs are fast and he escapes without a trace.

Mom has been pregnant for several months, where can she go and be killed with a stick in everyone's anger.

Mother left this world with a "chicken thief" hat.

In the remote rural areas of Henan in the late 1990s, the tragic death of mother was regarded as a joke and sorrow after a meal.

It was soon forgotten in the dust of time.

I have been immersed in grief for days on end. I have been going strong for so many years, looking forward to one day, my mother and I can have a stable and happy family.

However, just when this dream was full-fledged, an accident broke the calm of conformity and life was torn to the brink of collapse.

I became an orphan in the world, and all my efforts suddenly slipped and collapsed like a punctured ball.

The director knows about it. He walked out of the coffee shop in the dead of night and held me in his arms. "Quiet, let me give you a home, the home you long for ..."

In 2002, I got married in Kaohsiung City, Taiwan Province Province, and entered the marriage hall with senior executives. Now I am a mother of three children.

From youth to adulthood, I experienced bitterness.

But life has not given up on me after all. It saw my efforts and persistence, and finally gave me beautiful love and flesh and blood relatives.