Crazy bitch tells jokes and laughs, haha

Everyone has a mother, so do I, but my mother is crazy. Our family still doesn't know where Niang is from, what her name is, and why she is crazy. 23 years ago, a young woman lived in our village. She is in rags and slovenly. She smirked at everyone and peed openly. Some men in the village often walk around her. Therefore, the daughter-in-law in the village often spits at the woman, and some daughters-in-law also stepped forward to kick her a few feet and told her to "get out of here."

But she just wouldn't roll, and she was still giggling around the village. At that time, my father was 35 years old. His left hand was interrupted by a machine in the quarry and underwent amputation. Because his family was poor, he never got married. Grandma saw that the woman still had some looks, so she moved her mind and turned around the crazy woman three times. She nodded and said, "Well, yes, you can have a baby at a glance." Grandma decided to accept her as my dad's daughter-in-law, and wait for her to spread incense to my family, and then see if the situation will drive her away.

Although my father was reluctant, he looked at the situation at home and gritted his teeth and agreed. As a result, my father became the groom without spending a penny. Needless to say, this woman later became my biological mother. When I was born, my mother was in pain and screamed. Grandma lit three incense sticks in the room and prayed for a long time. Then, two midwives held her right and left, forcing her to put her hand on the ladder and squat down her legs. There is a big wooden footbath under her leg, which contains several handfuls of toilet paper and soft cloth.

The midwife kept telling her if she could understand them, "Push, push again. Come on, crazy bitch, this production took more than 7 hours, and mom just hung on the ladder for 7 hours. When my mother's crotch finally heard me crying loudly, two midwives in the world were too tired to move, or grandma cut the umbilical cord for me. The mother who was controlled by the midwife for seven hours was also in tears because of relief. Grandma hugged me, pouted and said happily, "This crazy woman gave birth to a grandson with a handle. "

Grandma rewarded her mother with a jar of chicken soup. That day, my mother sat quietly on the bed with a small basin on the quilt. Grandma gave her a bowl of chicken soup from Haida and said, "Drink it well and don't spill it. Bone chips spit in this basin, do you hear? If you don't listen, I will hit you. " Grandma said half-threatened and half-seriously. Niang took the chicken soup and nodded. She grabbed a chicken leg with oil dripping from her mouth. Mother was so obedient that she vomited all the chicken bones in the basin. She ate up a big bowl of soup.

However, when I was born, my grandmother took me away and never let my mother near me. I don't blame my grandmother for being heartless. There was such a tragedy in our village: a woman married a bachelor in our village. Although she is not crazy, she is mentally retarded. After giving birth to her son, she rolled over at night and crushed him to death. After being beaten by the man, the woman was kicked out. There have been such examples before, how dare grandma be careless? My mother always wanted to hug me and repeatedly shouted "Come, give it to me" in front of my grandmother. My grandmother ignored her.

I am so small, like a meat toot. What if my mother accidentally dropped me on the ground? After all, mom is crazy. Whenever my mother asks for a hug, grandma always raises her eyes and tells her, "Don't try to hug the baby, I won't give it to you." If I find you hugging him secretly, I will kill you. Even if I don't kill you, I will kick you out. "Grandma said this without any vague meaning.

Mom understood, her face was full of fear, and she just looked at me from a distance every time. Although my mother's breasts are swollen badly, I can't eat half of my mother's milk. My grandmother feeds me spoon by spoon. It turned out that grandma said that there was a "neuropathy" in mom's milk, so it would be troublesome to infect me. At that time, my family was still struggling in the quagmire of poverty, especially after my mother and I were added. Grandma decided to get rid of her mother because she not only ate idle meals at home, but also made trouble from time to time.

One day, grandma cooked a big pot of rice and personally added a big bowl to her mother, saying, "Wife, this family is too poor. My mother-in-law is sorry for you." After you finish this bowl of rice, go to a richer family and never come again, huh? "Niang mouth just baked a big meal, heard grandma's marching orders, very surprised. A big meal stagnated in her mouth. Mom looked at me in grandma's arms and mumbled inarticulate, "no, don't." Grandma's face suddenly fell, took out a dignified paternalistic style and shouted sharply, "You crazy bitch, why are you so stubborn?" There is no good fruit for you to eat. You are a vagrant. I took you in for a year or two. What do you want? Have a bowl of rice and leave, do you hear me? "

Grandma took out a hoe from behind the door and slammed it on the ground like Long Touzhang in She Taijun, making a dull sound. Niang was startled, gave her mother-in-law a timid look, and then slowly lowered her head to look at the rice bowl in front of her. When tears fell on glistening rice, she suddenly made a very strange move. She gave more than half of the rice in one bowl to another empty bowl and looked at her piteously. Grandma froze. It turned out that Niang was telling her that she only ate half a bowl of rice every meal, just begging not to drive her away.

Grandma's heart seems to have been severely pulled a few times. Grandma is also a woman, and her tough attitude is also fake. Grandma didn't go too far. She held back her tears and said with a straight face, "Eat, eat and go." You will starve to death in my house. "Niang seems desperate, did not even eat half a bowl of rice, stumbled out of the door, but stood in front of the door for a long time. Grandma hardened her heart and said, "Go, go and don't look back. There are many rich families in the world! " Instead, the mother came over and put her hand into her mother-in-law's arms. It turns out that mom wants to hug me.

Grandma hesitated, but still gave me to her mother as a baby. My mother held me in her arms for the first time, and she smiled brightly. Grandma, on the other hand, put her hands under her mother's body for fear that she would throw me away like garbage as soon as her crazy strength came up. My mother hugged me for less than three minutes, and my grandmother couldn't wait to take me away, then turned and closed the door. My mother finally left, but she still couldn't get rid of poverty after leaving home. My family still lives a life of "three meals a day and one night". Of course, my grandmother told me these stories before I remembered them.

When I was ignorant, I discovered that all my friends had mothers except me. I asked my father, and I also asked my grandmother. They said, your mother is dead. But my little friend told me, "Your mother is crazy and your grandmother drove her away." I asked my grandmother to give my mother back to me, called her "grandma wolf", and even spilled the rice she brought me all over the floor. Grandma hit me for the first time in her life and cried bitterly: "Little Rabbit, your mother did nothing but give birth to you. Grandma raised you. It's good for you to bite the hand that feeds you. If I knew, I would let your crazy mother take you. "

At that time, I didn't have the concept of "crazy", but I missed my mother very much. What does she look like? Is she still alive? Unexpectedly, when I was six years old, my mother, who had been away from home for five years, came back. That day, several friends flew to tell me: "Xiaoshu, go and see, your mother is back, and your crazy mother is back." I ran out happily, and my father and grandmother followed me. This is the first time I have seen my mother since I can remember. She is still in rags, and there are some yellow grass clippings in her hair. God knows which haystack she spent the night in. Mother didn't dare to enter the house, just facing my house, sitting on the stone pile in the rice field in front of the village, holding a dirty balloon in her hand.

When I stood in front of her with a group of friends, she eagerly looked for her son from among us. My mother finally glared at me, staring at me and grinning at me. "Little Tree Ball" stood up and kept raising the balloon in her hand and stuffing it into my arms. I have been going backwards. I'm disappointed. I didn't expect my mother, whom I miss day and night, to look like this. If I had known that crazy mother was like this, why would I miss her? A little friend said, "Xiaoshu, do you know what crazy people are like now?" Just like your mother. "I said angrily to my little friend," She is your mother! Your mother is crazy. That's what your mother does. "

I turned and left. I don't want this crazy mother. Grandma and dad led the mother into the door. At that time, after grandma kicked her mother out, the villagers talked a lot and grandma's conscience was tortured. As she grew older, her heart could no longer harden, so she left her mother on her own initiative, but my boss was unhappy and she lost my face. This is the first time I have called my mother since I can speak. I have never given her a good face, never talked to her on my own initiative, let alone called her "mom". The communication between us is mainly based on my "roar", and my mother never dares to talk back. You can't raise your mother for nothing at home.

Grandma decided to train her mother to do some housework. Take her out to "watch" when working in the fields, and you will be beaten if you say you don't obey. Although I really want to fight, grandma is far from being an opponent of mom, but mom is silent to grandma, and she is crazy again. She also knows that this gray-haired and faltering mother-in-law is manipulating her "power of life and death" and must not be provoked. Grandma asked her mother to mow the grass, and her mother mowed the grass; Tell her to collect firewood, and she will. After a while, grandma felt that Niang had been trained by herself, so she was told to go out and cut pig grass alone.

Unexpectedly, my mother only cut two baskets of "pig grass" in half an hour. Grandma looked worried and panicked. Mother cuts the rice that is beating and heading in other people's fields. Grandma angrily called her "crazy bitch", "food and grass are not divided" and "living is doing shit" While grandma was thinking about how to clean up the mess, the owner of the rice field came and said that she deliberately instigated it.

Grandma flew into a rage and took out a wooden stick in front of everyone and knocked it on Niang's lower back, saying, "Kill you crazy bitch and stay away from me." Mother is crazy, but she knows the pain. She jumped off grandma's stick and kept wailing "No, no". Finally, people couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Forget it, we won't pursue it. Look at her more strictly in the future. " After the storm, mother lay on the ground sobbing. I disdainfully said to her, "You can't tell grass from rice. You are really a pig. " As soon as I spoke, I got a slap on the back of my head, which was played by my grandmother.

Grandma glared at me and scolded me, "Little Rabbit, why are you talking?" Anyway, she is your mother, too! "I disdain a pie mouth:" I don't have such a stupid crazy mother! """Wow, you are really getting more and more successful. I won't hit you. "Grandma raised her hand again. Just then, I saw my mother jump up from the ground like a spring and lie between me and grandma. She pointed to her head and shouted, "Hit me, hit me". I see. Mom asked grandma to hit her, not me.

Grandma's hand in mid-air drooped and murmured, "This crazy woman knows something!" Soon after going to school, my father was invited by the professional fish farmers in the neighboring village to guard the fish pond, so that he could earn 50 yuan a month. At home, he was just a little relieved, at least he had enough food. My mother still goes out to work under the leadership of my grandmother, mainly to fight pig grass, which has not caused any big trouble. I remember a winter day in the third grade of primary school, when it suddenly began to rain, my grandmother asked my mother to give me an umbrella.

Mother may have fallen several times along the way, which looks like periorbitis. She stood by the window of the classroom and looked at me with a smirk. She is also called "Tree Umbrella". Some students giggled. I blushed and waved her away. Mother was unmoved, and still stood there shouting: "Tree Umbrella" Fan Jiaxi, the most naughty in the class, also deliberately imitated her vague cry: "Tree Umbrella", and the whole class burst into laughter. I was on pins and needles. I hate my mother, her ignorance, her embarrassment and Fan Jiaxi who took the lead in coaxing me.

While he was still exaggerating, I grabbed the pencil case in front of me and threw it at him, but Fan Jiaxi dodged. He rushed forward and grabbed my neck, and we fought. I am small, and I am no match for him at all. He easily knocked me to the ground. At this moment, I heard a long whistle of "Ow" coming from outside the classroom. Mother flew in like a soldier, grabbed Fan Jiaxi and dragged her outside. It's true that a madman has great strength. Mother lifted Fan Jiaxi, who bullied me, into the air with both hands. He screamed with fear, and a pair of chubby calves kicked around in the air. Mother ignored him, threw him into the pond at the school gate, and then walked away with a cold face.

I was so frightened by my mother's behavior that I even forgot to call for help. On that day, all the teachers had a meeting in the principal's office. They had no idea what was going on here. Fortunately, the school cook fished Fan Jiaxi out of the pond. The naughty egg was black and blue with cold, and was sent to the health center by the teacher who arrived later. Mom made a big mistake for me, but she seems fine. In front of me, my mother resumed a timid expression and looked at me please. I understand that this is maternal love. Even if she is insane, maternal love is sober, because her son has been bullied by others.

At that time, I couldn't help shouting: "Mom!" This is the first time I have called her since I can speak. My mother was shocked and looked at me for a long time. Then she blushed, grinned and smiled like a child. That day, our mother and son came home with an umbrella for the first time. I told my grandmother about it, and she was so scared that she fell down on the chair and called her father back at once.

Dad had just entered the house when a group of mature men with knives and sticks broke into my house and smashed pots and pans indiscriminately. It's like a magnitude 9 earthquake at home. Fan Fu, invited by Fan Jiaxi's family, pointed to his father's nose and said, "My son is scared out of his mind and is now lying in the hospital. If your family doesn't pay 1000 yuan for medical expenses, I will fucking burn down the house. "

1000? Dad only gets 50 bucks a month, Qian Qi! Looking at Fan, a murderous friend, my father's eyes slowly turned red. He stared at his mother with horrible eyes, took off the belt at his waist with one hand and knocked her head off with the other. Time and time again, mother jumps and hides helplessly like a mouse living in fear and like a prey running into a dead end. I will never forget her shrill cry and the sound of a belt pulling on her. Finally, the director of the police station came to stop dad's violent hands.

The result of mediation is that both parties have losses and no debts. Whoever makes trouble again will be arrested! After a group of people left, dad looked at the broken pots and pans all over the house, and then at his scarred mother. He suddenly held her in his arms and wept bitterly, saying, "Crazy woman, I didn't mean to hit you. If I don't hit you, it won't fall. We have no money to compensate others. " This is all caused by poverty! "Dad looked at me again and said," Shuer, you must study hard before you can go to college. "Otherwise, we will be bullied for life." I nodded wisely. I can use "hard work" to describe reading. In the summer of 2000, I was admitted to high school with excellent results, but my grandmother died unfortunately because of overwork, and life at home was even more difficult.

Enshi Civil Affairs Department listed my family as a poor family, and subsidized 40 yuan every month. My high school also reduced my tuition and fees appropriately, so that I could continue studying. I seldom go home because I live and study hard. My father is still working for 50 yuan, so the burden of delivering meals to me falls on my mother. Every time, the aunt next door always helps me fry pickles and vegetables, and then gives them to my mother. My mother wrote down the 20-kilometer mountain road, and she sent it to me every Sunday, rain or shine. It's really strange that she is not crazy about her son at all. Besides maternal love, I can't explain how to decipher this phenomenon in medicine.

On April 27th, 2003, another Sunday, my mother came, bringing me not only vegetables, but also a dozen wild peaches. I picked up one, took a bite, smiled and asked her, "It's quite sweet. Where did it come from? " Mother said, "I'll pick it." I didn't expect her to pick wild peaches. I sincerely praised her, "Mom, you are really getting more and more capable." Niang hey hey smiled. Before my mother left, I told her to pay attention to safety as usual, and my mother replied. After seeing my mother off, I plunged into the final review before the college entrance examination. The next day, when I was in class, my aunt hurried to school and asked the teacher to shout me out of the classroom. My aunt asked my mother if she had delivered any food. I said yes, she went back yesterday.

Menstruation said, "No, she hasn't come home yet." Mom won't go the wrong way when she is tight, will she? But she has been on this road for three years. She can't go wrong. Menstruation asked, "Your mother didn't say anything?" I said no, she brought me a dozen wild peaches. Aunt clapped her hands and said, "It's broken, it's broken, maybe it's broken on this wild peach." My aunt asked for leave for me and we walked back along the mountain road. On the way home, there were indeed a few wild peach trees, which survived because they grew on the cliff. At the same time, we found a peach tree with broken branches and an abyss under its feet.

My aunt looked at me and said, "Let's bend down under the cliff and have a look!" " "I said," aunt, don't scare me, my mother won't. "My aunt couldn't say anything, so she dragged me into the valley. My mother lay quietly at the bottom of the valley, surrounded by some scattered peaches, still holding one in her hand. Her blood has solidified into deep black. I was so sad that my insides would be torn apart. I hugged my mother tightly and said, "Mom, my bitter mother, do you regret that this peach is sweet?" It killed you. "Mom, why don't you promise me? You haven't enjoyed the good life. "

I leaned my head against my mother's cold face. There were stones all over the mountain and I cried. On August 7, 2003, the day after my mother was buried, the admission notice of a university in Hubei Province was bronzed, passing through the road she walked, the wild peach trees, the rice fields in front of the village and flying straight into my home. I inserted this belated book into my mother's cold grave with awe: "Mom, my son made a promise, did you hear that?" You can smile in the grave! "