Take a bite of your milk and call you a mother-in-law.

Twenty-three years ago, a young woman lived in our village. She was unkempt and giggled whenever she saw anyone. Therefore, the daughters-in-law in the village often spit at the woman, and some even come forward and kick her, telling her to "go away." But she refused to leave, still wandering around the village with a silly smile. At that time, my father was 35 years old. He once had his left hand broken by a machine while working in a stone quarry, and because his family was poor, he never married a wife. Seeing that the woman was still pretty, grandma became interested and decided to take her in as my father's wife and "renew the incense" of my family. Although the father was reluctant, looking at the situation at home, he gritted his teeth and agreed. As a result, my father became the groom without spending any money.

Although my mother’s breasts were extremely engorged, I couldn’t take half of my mother’s milk.

When my mother gave birth to me, my grandma held me in her arms and said joyfully with a few teeth left in her mouth: "This crazy woman gave me a grandson with a baby." However, as soon as I was born, my grandma took me away and never let my mother get close.

My mother always wanted to hug me, and she struggled to shout in front of grandma many times: "Here, give me..." Grandma ignored her. I'm so small, like a chubby baby, what if my mother accidentally drops me to the ground? After all, mother is a madman. Whenever my mother asked to hold me, grandma would always stare and scold her: "Don't even think about holding the child, I won't give it to you. If I find you secretly holding him, I will beat you to death. Even if I don't, Even if you die, I will drive you away." Grandma said this without any ambiguity. My mother understood, her face was full of fear, and she just looked at me from a distance every time. Although my mother's breasts were extremely engorged, I couldn't take half of my mother's milk. It was my grandma who fed me spoonful by spoonful. Grandma said there was "psychosis" in my mother's milk, and it would be troublesome if it was transmitted to me.

At that time, my family was still struggling in the quagmire of poverty. Especially after adding my wife and me. Grandma decided to drive my mother away because she not only ate "idle food" at home, but also caused trouble from time to time. One day, my grandma cooked a big pot of rice, added a big bowl to my mother with her own hands, and said, "Daughter-in-law, this family is too poor, and my mother-in-law is sorry for you. After you finish this bowl of rice, go find a richer family to live." , you are not allowed to come here anymore, huh?" My mother had just put a big ball of rice in her mouth. She looked very surprised when she heard the "exclusion order" from grandma, and the ball of rice froze in her mouth. My mother looked at me in grandma's arms and screamed inarticulately: "No, don't..." Grandma suddenly lowered her face and shouted in a majestic paternalistic manner: "You crazy bitch, why are you so stubborn? I won't be able to eat any good things from you. You've been wandering around for two years. What else do you want to do? Just leave after eating." After that, grandma took out a stick from behind the door. The hoe hit the ground hard like Taijun She's dragon-headed staff, making a "dong" sound. My mother was startled, looked at her mother-in-law timidly, and then slowly lowered her head to look at the rice bowl in front of her. Tears fell on the white rice. Under grandma's gaze, my mother suddenly acted very strangely. She gave half of the rice in the bowl to another empty bowl, and then looked at grandma pitifully.

Grandma was stunned. It turned out that my mother told grandma that she would only eat half a bowl of rice for each meal, and she just asked her not to drive her away. Grandma's heart seemed to have been severely pinched. Grandma was also a woman, and her tough attitude was also an act. Grandma turned her head away, holding back her hot tears, then straightened her face again and said, "Eat quickly, eat quickly, and leave quickly after eating." My mother seemed desperate, not even eating the half bowl of rice, and staggered out. He walked out of the door, but stood in front of the door for a long time without leaving. Grandma said hard-heartedly: "Go, go, don't look back." Instead, my mother came closer and stretched her hands into her mother-in-law's arms. It turned out that my mother wanted to hug me. Grandma hesitated for a moment, then handed the infant me to my mother. For the first time, my mother held me in her arms and smiled with a smile on her face. Grandma, however, felt like she was facing a formidable enemy, and held her hands under my body, fearing that my mother would get mad and throw me away like trash. Mom held me for less than three minutes, and grandma couldn't wait to snatch me away, then turned around and went into the house and closed the door.

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The communication between us is mainly based on my yelling, and my mother will never dare to talk back

When I am ignorant When I came to my senses, I discovered that besides me, all the other friends had mothers. I asked my father for it and my grandma for it. They said, "Your mother is dead." But my friend told me: "Your mother is a lunatic and was driven away by your grandma." So I started arguing with my grandma and asked her to return my mother. I also called her "Grandma Wolf" and even served her food to me. Splashed all over the floor. At that time, I didn't have the concept of "crazy". I only knew that I missed her very much. What did she look like? Still alive? Unexpectedly, when I was 6 years old, my mother, who had been away from home for 5 years, actually came back. That day, several friends rushed over to report: "Xiaoshu, come and see, your mother is back, your crazy mother is back." I was so happy that I ran out and my father , grandma also chased me out. This is the first time I have seen my mother since I can remember. She was still in rags, and there were some withered grass in her hair. God knows where she spent the night in a haystack. My mother didn’t dare to enter the house, but she was sitting on a stone roller in the rice field in front of the village, facing my house, holding a dirty balloon in her hand. As I stood in front of her with a group of friends, she eagerly searched among us for her son. My mother finally stared at me, stared at me, grinned and called me: "Small tree... ball... ball!" She stood up, kept raising the balloon in her hand, and stuffed it into my arms flatteringly. But I kept moving back. I was greatly disappointed. I didn't expect that the mother I thought about day and night would look like this. A friend was yelling at the side: "Xiaoshu, now you know what a lunatic looks like, right? It's your mother."

I angrily said to the friend: "She is your mother!" Your mother is the crazy one, that’s what your mother is like.” I turned around and ran away. I don’t want this crazy bitch anymore. Grandma and father took my mother in. Back then, after my grandma kicked my mother away, her conscience was tortured. As she aged day by day, her heart could no longer harden, so she took the initiative to keep her. My boss was not happy because my mother had lost my face. .

I never looked good on my mother, never took the initiative to talk to her, and never called her "mother". The communication between us was mainly based on my "roaring", and mother is absolutely the best. Don't dare to talk back.

Grandma murmured: "This crazy woman knows how to love her children!"

The family could not keep my mother in vain, so grandma decided to train her to do chores. When working in the fields, grandma would take my mother out to "observe" her, and she would be beaten if she disobeyed.

After some time, grandma thought that my mother had been trained by her, so she asked her to go out alone to cut pig grass. Unexpectedly, it only took my mother half an hour to cut two baskets of "pigweed". When grandma saw it, she was anxious and panicked. What her mother was cutting was the rice that was being pulped and eared off in someone else's field. Grandma angrily scolded her, "Crazy woman, you can't tell the difference between rice and grass..." When grandma was thinking about how to deal with the aftermath, the owner of the rice field came and said that grandma had deliberately instigated it. Grandma was so angry that she took out a mallet and hit my mother on the lower back in front of others, saying: "I'll beat you to death, you crazy bitch, do you still dare to cause trouble to me?..."

My mother Although she was crazy, she still knew the pain. She jumped and avoided her grandma's mallet, wailing "Don't, don't..." in her mouth. In the end, they couldn't stand it anymore and took the initiative to say: "Forget it, we won't pursue the case anymore. We will be stricter with her from now on..." After the storm subsided, my mother lay on the ground sobbing. I said to her contemptuously: "You can't tell the difference between grass and rice, you are such a pig." As soon as I finished speaking, I received a slap on the back of my head, which was given by my grandma. Grandma glared and scolded me: "Little bastard, why are you talking? No matter what, she is still your mother!" I curled my lips disdainfully: "I don't have such a stupid and crazy mother!"