Stepmother doesn't eat haggard prose.

Many marks of childhood have a far-reaching impact on people's life.

My hometown is behind a hill, which is round and hundreds of meters above sea level, like a boulder. This village is called Houshishan Village. Shi Zhuan at the top of the old house is wrapped in a spool shape with a unique animal totem at one end. I remember it was in this old house that my mother tied two yellow braids for me, like dog tail grass in dry fields. A group of children screamed, "The wind in the temple in the clouds and the needle in Huang Feng's scorpion tail are the most poisonous to the stepmother's heart." Mountain people can't teach children nursery rhymes. I don't know whose house this "ballad" comes from, but when children talk nonsense, they sing it every day. People in the mountains are simple, and everyone knows that this ballad is aimed at the old Yu family in the village east. She is a gentle stepmother. As long as she appears at the end of the alley, we can sing vigorously. Because Xiaorou can't throw sandbags, she carries a dung basket on her back and picks up dung in cold weather. After nine days, she is still twisted red and purple.

What I didn't expect when I broke my head later was that the road to happiness turned a corner and one day I became a stepmother's child.

Shortly after marriage, the sky began to thunder and lightning as soon as the sweet life opened a small flower. My mother died forever on a stormy night. The zenith leaks rain, the roads are muddy and the sky is as chaotic as a human face. Suona resounds through the valley, which is the last sob of the unwilling undead!

I like singing, and there is a song that has never been sung since: "You are in that foreign country, and someone cares;" When you go back to that house, someone will make hot tea ... ah! This person is a mother! This person is mother ... "

One early winter, my hometown called and said that my father was getting married. Dad is alone, and I have no reason not to go back.

Unwilling to watch the lively scene, I turned my back on the crowd in front of the earthen stove in the corner and poked a firewood into the stove. The crackling sound of firewood resisted the noise of the whole yard. I imagine the stepmother should be like a little gentle stepmother with a "black ointment" tied behind her head, with a big forehead and a sharp chin like an inverted hot iron, which may burn people at any time. I am so lonely outside the noisy crowd. I belong to my mother. I put the firewood into the hearth, and the water in the iron pot rolled and splashed on the hearth.

With his back to the crowd, he was hungry and the smell of mutton offal floated over. Cutting mutton is a delicacy for mountain people's major festivals. Everything is lacking in the mountains except the sheep on the hillside. After the sheep is slaughtered, the head, thighs and bones of the sheep are boiled all day, with clean mutton and sheep in the water. It is said that Kublai Khan took this name. No matter who named it, we mountain people smell it and drink a bowl of mutton offal without changing a fairy. This smell should only be found in the sky. How many times can we taste it on earth?

"Daughter, give your mother two eggs." My second aunt is carrying a sea bowl with two red-skinned raw eggs rolling inside.

"Who? Who is my mother? " My eyes closed violently and there was a spark when I opened them.

"Well, you are married, just call her aunt. Your aunt doesn't eat mutton offal, give her two eggs. " Second aunt quickly opened the lid.

"Everyone loves to eat, but she can't eat. Stop eating! " Stepmothers are all the same in the world, and it will give people a fright when they enter the door.

"People are foreigners and can't get used to the smell of sheep."

Dozens of miles outside the mountain will become outsiders? This woman is obviously adding chaos to our family and putting on airs. I turned my head and stared at the woman through the window. She lowered her head and waited for two poached eggs. I took a big bowl from the basket on the ground, grabbed a handful of mutton, poured two spoonfuls of mutton soup, dug a spoonful of oil angrily, and sat in the corner and stammered. I remember that in the third year of high school, it was snowing lightly and the north wind roared, which hurt like a knife. My mother rode more than twenty miles. When I finished class, she sent me a pot of hot mutton offal, and snowflakes fell on her red scarf one by one. At this moment, looking around the bustling courtyard, things are different and people are not yesterday. Even the black dog that barks at me at ordinary times is quietly locked in a cage. Something sour in my eyes fell into the mutton soup and my nose was blocked.

Didn't come home all winter. I called my father and said that there were always endless meetings and endless lists in the office. On New Year's Day, my father asked me to go home. His character is wooden, and his tone is pleading: "Daughter, when you come back, I have made mutton soup and haggis for you at home."

"Dad, I don't like to eat breakfast. They are also sold in the city. " I said politely. Dad was silent for a long time and whispered, "come back!" " "Then there was a cough, and there was a strong restraint in his voice, like muddy water that didn't flow smoothly. I decided to go home.

There is a big pot in the yard, with sheep lungs hanging next to it. The sheep's head was exposed in the soup, and the thick white soup rolled, and the long-lost fragrance got into the internal organs. That woman, as I always call her, wore an apron and cut cooked meat and sheep liver on the chopping board. I haven't been home for a long time. As soon as I entered the room, the black dog barked to come out. The woman had a drink and the dog became quiet at once. She turned and hugged my son Doudou behind her to warm her face. Then I poured brown sugar water and put a fire on the stove.

"Dad, I have something to do today ..." Put down the gift, I don't want to eat at the same table with a person.

"Where can I go today? You can't leave without saying anything. " The woman heard my words outside the house and stopped me at once.

"I heard that you want to come back, your aunt was washing sheep in the water all afternoon yesterday. I burned the sheep's thigh in the yard at night and finished it before dawn today. She never stopped for a moment. She studied with your second aunt for a few days to make haggis. Girl, heart for heart ... "Dad said slowly. I've never seen him talk so much in one breath, and his voice trembled. I can hear you.

"Then I will have luck to eat today!" Dad is still humming, and the husband immediately said in a high-profile manner. My husband quickly took off his coat. He is good at being a man.

The woman prepared several big black bowls with red edges, grabbed a handful of mutton and liver, warmed them repeatedly in mutton soup and served them to us. "Oh, aunt, this meat is too much and too thick." My husband is always polite.

The woman fed him meat with peas. After a while, we scooped soup from the pot and added it to our bowl. The soup dripped all over the floor where the spoon passed. Although it is noon, it is very cold. New Year's Day is just 29 days in the north, and the ice flowers on the window stubbornly stick to the glass. The warm winter sun shines brightly on the dining table, watching her feed her son and chew a dry steamed bread. My heart broke the ice. Go over and say, "Auntie, help yourself! Very delicious. "

Dad quickly interrupted: "She doesn't eat, she really doesn't like it."

She smiled shyly and wiped two plastic bottles marked "Arowana" with a rag. I watched her carefully at that time. There is no black bun of Xiaorou stepmother behind her head, and her eyebrows are not so upside down, not a lost expression. She cut her hair ear-length, talking and laughing first, and was in a hurry, just like my personality. I saw her repeatedly pour water into the plastic bottle, pour it on the steps, and so on. When the cold wind blows, her rough hands with sleeves rolled up are red, like two old hollow radishes, chapped and lacking moist luster.

After dinner, when I stood up to leave, my aunt hurriedly stuffed me with a bulging red plastic bag, which I knew contained cut mutton and chop suey. Both plastic bottles are filled with cold mutton soup. She put it directly in the car and said, "I'll cut mutton for you." I tried it yesterday, and two bottles of mutton soup were just under the refrigerator. Go back and eat slowly. Come back if you want to eat. I learned this craft and will make it for you every year. "She talks a lot. Hold down the rolled-down window with one hand and you can't finish talking.

After all, I won't go back for a long time. People in the mountains say that men's remarriage is patching, which means that remarriage is like a patch on clothes, and you can only make do with it. As for beauty and warmth, it depends on his own nature. Later, when I called, my aunt always took my mobile phone from my father and called my daughter to let me go back. I talked to my dad like a machine gun, and suddenly I found someone else on the other end of the phone. I immediately became incoherent like a cassette tape and didn't know what to say. I always feel that the stepmother's patch is too obvious, which makes people look awkward. Once I passed my home in the country and saw the iron gate locked, so I called my father. Later, my aunt told me that there was a key under the white porcelain bowl at the door. In case there is no one at home, I can open the door and wait for them. However, my aunt's reputation is getting better and better, she gets along well with her neighbors and takes the initiative to take care of her sick grandfather. When the villagers saw me, they all said that my house burned incense.

I am also a face-saving person, and I don't want my hometown people to say that educated and quality children are in the way. The next spring, people took off their winter clothes and went to the fields to enjoy the spring breeze and sunshine. This season is really warm and sad, and the grass sprouts in the Qingming period. I am afraid that on such a day, the light rain on the horizon will always touch the hidden pain in people's hearts, and those distant memories will always be pulled back by such a day. Sitting at my father's house, watching my aunt make a mutton jiaozi before and after running, I was expressionless. Mother's death has nothing to do with her aunt. She came to fill the vacancy, not to crowd her out. However, when the weather is gloomy, it always looks like rain to me.

My father brought a ladder and put it on a Chinese Toona tree. He said that Toona sinensis 15 yuan in the city is a kilo. What do you need that money for? I will give you as much as you want. My Toona sinensis tree has been in my house for many years. When it was small, I often stood on the stairs and picked it. Gradually, it grew into an arm-like figure, not to mention standing on the stairs, even a bamboo pole seemed out of reach. Dad put the ladder on the tree, but said to me, "my leg hurts." You go up. "

I'll go up? I can't climb trees. Toona sinensis is nutritious and we can't eat it. No wonder the market is 15 yuan. I don't want it! I stopped dad. At this time, my aunt took a woodworking saw from the south room, stood on the stairs and said to my father, "Cut off these two branches, and it will be enough for my daughter."

No matter how I dissuaded him, the ground was soon covered with sawn branches, and the fresh Toona sinensis filled the yard with the smell of early spring. Now even colleagues have Toona sinensis to eat. I was moved. Standing in the familiar yard, my heart is warm. I don't know whether the spring sunshine shines in my heart or the sight of my aunt and father picking Chinese toons for me touched my heart.

My father and aunt sent me outside the hospital with a big bag of Toona sinensis incense in their hands, which is as good as people's sense of smell. I got in the car and waved to them. Suddenly I felt a little strange in the yard, so I asked strangely, "Dad, why haven't you seen our black dog?"

Dad squinted discontentedly at his aunt and said in a strange voice, "160 yuan sold it!" "That big black dog only sold more than 100. No wonder my father was distressed.

Aunt immediately glared at her father and said, "It's time to sell!" ! Didn't you see that dog doesn't recognize his relatives and barks at his daughter every time he comes back? "

My eyes were moist in an instant. I just know, my aunt heard that I came back from Tomb-Sweeping Day and sold the black dog at a low price in advance. The dog barked at me last time because it didn't know me.

I didn't dare to turn back until the car came to the corner. When I was a child, I used to play in this alley, looking down at my mother's back, going in with firewood and coming out with a dustpan. The graceful posture of my mother standing at the door is the most beautiful scenery in my memory, and it is also the warmth that lingers in my dreams several times. I turned around and saw a tired figure standing in front of my house through the window. Far away, a thin voice came: "Come back when you are free, and I will make mutton offal for you."

The afterglow of the setting sun gave the figure a brilliant color. My eyes are dim and I can't tell who she is.