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Twenty-three years ago, a young woman came to our village, unkempt, giggling at everyone and urinating openly. Therefore, the daughter-in-law in the village often spits at the woman, and some daughters-in-law even come forward to tell her to "get out". But she just wouldn't leave, and she was still giggling around the village.

At that time, my father was 35 years old. He used to work in a stone factory, and his left hand was interrupted by a machine. Because his family is poor, he has never married a wife. Grandma saw that the woman was still somewhat beautiful, so she moved her mind and decided to accept her as my father's daughter-in-law. She was fired after "continuing to burn incense" for my family. Although my father was reluctant, he gritted his teeth and agreed.

When my mother gave birth to me, my grandmother hugged me, with only a few teeth left in her mouth, and said happily, "This crazy woman gave birth to a grandson with a handle." But when I was born, my grandmother took me away and never let my mother near me.

My mother always wanted to hug me and repeatedly shouted "Come, give it to me ..." My grandmother ignored her. I am so small, like a meat toot. What if my mother accidentally dropped me on the ground? After all, mother is crazy. Whenever she asks for a hug, grandma always stares at her and tells her, "If you don't want 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. " When grandma said this, there was no ambiguity. Mother understood, and her face was full of fear. Every time she just looks at me from a distance.

At that time, my family was still struggling in the quagmire of poverty Especially after my mother and I joined, we often can't open the pot at home. Grandma decided to kick my mother out because she not only ate idle food at home, but also made trouble from time to time.

One day, grandma cooked a big pot of rice and added a big bowl to her mother. She said, "Wife, this family is too poor. My mother-in-law is sorry for you. After you finish this bowl of rice, you will go to live with a richer family and never come again, huh? " Mom just put a big meal in her mouth and was very surprised when she heard grandma's "marching orders". The rice froze in her mouth. She looked at me in her arms and mumbled inarticulate, "No, don't ..." Grandma's face suddenly fell, and she took out a dignified paternalistic style and shouted sharply, "You crazy bitch, why are you so stubborn?" Just leave after dinner, you hear me? "Say that finish, grandma took out a hoe from behind the door and slammed it on the ground like Long Touzhang of Yu Taijun, making a sound. Niang was startled, looked at her mother-in-law timidly, and slowly lowered her head to look at the rice bowl in front of her. Tears fell on glistening rice. Under the strong light, Niang suddenly made a very strange move. She gave more than half of the rice in one bowl to another empty bowl, and then she looked miserable.

Grandma stayed. It turned out that Niang told her that she only ate half a bowl of rice for every meal, just begging not to drive her away. Her heart seems to have been pulled hard. Grandma is also a woman, and her tough attitude is fake. Grandma didn't go too far, held back her tears, and then said with a straight face, "eat quickly, eat quickly." You will starve to death in my house. " Mom seems desperate. Instead, Niang came over and put her hands into her mother-in-law's arms. Originally, she wanted to hug me.

Grandma was depressed for a while, but she still gave the child to my mother. She held me in her arms for the first time, and she grinned brightly. Grandma was very nervous, and her hands pressed under me, for fear that as soon as her crazy strength came up, she would throw me away like garbage. She held me for less than three minutes and couldn't wait to take me away, then turned around and entered the house.

When I was ignorant, I discovered that all my friends had mothers except me. I asked my father for it and asked my grandmother for it. They said your mother was dead. But my friend told me, "Your mother is crazy, and your grandmother drove her away." I asked her to give my mother back to me, called her "grandma wolf" and even sent me her food. 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 parents chased me out. This is the first time I have seen my mother since I can remember. She was still dressed in rags and had some yellow grass in her hair. God knows she spent the night in that haystack .. I still have a dirty balloon in my 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 stared at me, kept staring at me, and cracked her mouth and called me "Little Tree … Ball … Ball". She stood up, holding the balloon in her hand and stuffing it into my arms. But I've been backing away. I was disappointed, but I didn't expect this to be my day. Just like your mother. "

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I said angrily to my little friend, "She is your mother! Your mother is crazy, your mother is like this. " I turned my head and ran. I don't want this crazy mother. Grandma and dad led the mother into the door. At that time, grandma kicked her mother out and her conscience was tortured. With the aging day by day, her heart couldn't harden any more, so she left her mother voluntarily, and my boss didn't like it either, because she lost my face.

I never gave my mother a good face, never took the initiative to talk to her, and never even called her "Niang". The communication between us is mainly based on my "roar", and my mother never dares to talk back.

Mom can't be left at home for nothing, so grandma decided to train her to do some chores. When working in the field, grandma took her mother out to "watch" and said she would be beaten if she didn't obey.

A few days later, grandma thought Niang was trained by herself, so she told her to go out and cut pig grass alone. Unexpectedly, mother cut two baskets of "pig grass" in half an hour. Grandma looked worried and panicked. Mother cut the rice that was beating and heading in someone else's field. Grandma angrily scolded her, "Crazy women don't care about food and grass." . . . . . "Grandma is trying to figure out how to clean up the mess. The owner of the rice field came and said that grandma deliberately instigated it. Grandma flew into a rage, took out a stick in front of everyone and knocked it on her lower back, saying, "Kill you crazy bitch and get out of here ..."

Although mom is crazy, she still knows the pain. She jumped away from the stick and kept crying "No, no …". Finally, people couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Forget it, we won't pursue it. Be strict with her in the future ... "After the storm subsided, 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, what are you talking about?" If you do this again, she's your mother, too! "I disdain a pie mouth:" I don't have such a stupid crazy mother! " "

"Wow, you are getting more and more ridiculous. See if I don't hit you! " Grandma raised her hand again. At this time, I saw my mother jump up from the ground like a spring and lie between me and my grandmother. My mother pointed to her head and cried, "hit me, hit me."

I see. Mom asked grandma to hit her, not me. Grandma hung her hand in mid-air and murmured, "This crazy woman knows how to love her children!" " "Soon after I went to school, my father was invited by a professional fish farmer in a neighboring village to guard the fish pond and earn 50 yuan a month. Mother still goes out to work under the guidance of * * * *, mainly to fight pig grass, so as not to make any big trouble again.

I remember a winter day in the third grade of primary school. I was hungry and suddenly it began to rain. My grandmother asked my mother to give me an umbrella. Mother may have fallen several times all the way, and she looks like an eye inflammation. She stood by the window of the classroom and looked at me with a smirk. She also called, "Tree ... Umbrella ..." Some students giggled. I'm on pins and needles. I hate my mother. I hate that she doesn't know enough, that she embarrassed me, and that Fan Jiaxi took the lead in heckling me. While he was still exaggerating, I grabbed the stationery clip in front of me and threw it at him, but Fan Jiaxi dodged. He rushed forward and grabbed my neck, and we tore it apart. I'm small, I'm no match for him at all, and he knocked me down easily. At this moment, I heard a long whistle of "Ow" coming from outside the classroom. Mother flew in like a big narrow, 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.

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 unconscious, maternal love is sober, because her son has been bullied by others. At that time, I couldn't help crying: "Mom!" This is the first time I have called her since I can speak. Mom was shocked, looked at me for a long time, then blushed like a child, grinned and looked silly. 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. They smashed pots and pans, and it was like a magnitude 9 earthquake at home. These are the people invited by Fan Jiaxi's family. Fan Fu 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 medical bills, I will fucking burn your family down. "

1000? Dad is only 50 yuan a month! Looking at the murderous Fan family, my father's eyes slowly burned red. He stared at his mother with terrible eyes, quickly took off the belt around his waist with one hand and hit her in the past. 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 harsh voice and the crisp sound of the belt on her. Finally, the director of the police station came to stop dad's violent hands. As a result of mediation by the police station, both sides have losses and no debts. Arrest anyone who makes trouble! After a group of people left, dad looked at the broken pots and bowls all over the room, and then at his scarred mother. Suddenly, he put his arms around her and cried, "crazy woman, I didn't want to hit you, or I would." This will not work, and we can't afford to lose 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.

In the summer of 2000, I was admitted to high school with excellent results. My grandmother died unfortunately because of overwork, which made life at home more difficult. Enshi Civil Affairs Bureau lists my family as a poor household and subsidizes 40 yuan every month. My high school has also reduced my tuition and fees appropriately, so that I can continue my studies.

Because I study hard, I seldom go home. My father is still working for 50 yuan, so the burden of delivering meals to me falls on my mother. Every time my aunt next door always helps me copy pickles for my mother to eat. The loss of mother on the 20 km Yangchangshan Road was firmly recorded, rain or shine. It is a miracle that the mother is not crazy about what she has done for her son. Besides maternal love, I can't explain how to decipher this phenomenon in medicine.

On April 27th, 2003, another Sunday, my mother came and brought 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 ... I picked 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, and my mother replied. Leaving my mother all the time, 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." My heart is tight, my mother should not go the wrong way, right? 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, maybe it's broken in this wild peach." My aunt asked me for leave and we walked back along the mountain road. On the way home, there were indeed a few wild peach trees. There were a few peaches hanging sparsely on the peach trees, which were preserved because they grew on the cliff. At the same time, we found a peach tree with broken branches and an abyss under it. My aunt looked at me and said, "Let's go under the cliff!" " "I said," Aunt, don't scare me ... "Aunt jumped on me and walked into the valley. ...

Mother lay quietly at the bottom of the valley, surrounded by some scattered peaches. She still holds one tightly in her hand, and the blood has already solidified into a heavy black. I was heartbroken and hugged my mother tightly and said, "Mother, my evil mother, I regret that this peach is sweet." It was my son who killed you ... Mom, you didn't enjoy a rich life ... "I leaned my head on my mother's cold face, and all the stones crying all over the mountain accompanied me to cry. ...

On August 7th, 2003, on the100th day after my mother was buried, the admission notice of Hubei University bronzing passed through the road my mother walked, the wild peach trees, the rice fields in front of the village and flew straight into my home. I put this late letter in my mother's cold grave: "Mom, my son made a promise, did you hear that?" You can smile in the grave! "