An example of a natural straight line from the bridge to the bow of the ship

On the day my son was born, the weather suddenly changed and there was a flood in the village.

His father raised the mattress at home overnight. She still remembers that when she gave birth, she looked up at the beams and saw water running down her body.

The little guy has handsome eyebrows, and the couple loved him so much that they nicknamed him Boat.

I hope he can brave the waves and have smooth sailing throughout his life.

When Chuan'er was five years old, his father suddenly became seriously ill. The village doctor couldn't explain the reason, but he kept coughing.

Before leaving, his father held her hand, and bursts of sweat flowed down the palm lines.

Our family is not very prosperous. Chuan'er's generation is already the fifth generation of a single family. Raise him up and teach him well. After saying this, his father really left.

It is said that a widow has a lot of troubles at home. She never shows up in public, cannot marry her husband, and godson has become her whole life.

Day by day, year by year, the boat grew taller, and the edges and corners on his face became more and more distinct, much like his father.

When she looks at her son's face, she often sheds tears. She doesn't know whether she is thinking of her old friend or herself.

When Chuan'er was eighteen years old, she asked her son if there was a girl he liked, and if he had, she would ask someone to talk to her.

The son shook his head and said that he must serve his mother well and he was not ready to get married yet.

Wouldn’t it be better to take care of your mother if you marry a daughter-in-law? Silly child, she smiled.

Mom, actually, I don’t want to get married, I, I like men.

Every word came out clearly from Chuan'er's mouth. She looked at her son helplessly, but it was as if she had never recognized him.

The news, like a bolt from the blue, reminded her of many things at once, and her husband's trust also rang in her ears again.

What kind of sin have I committed in my life? She smiled bitterly in her heart.

Child, let me take you somewhere. She spoke anyway.

The two went out and walked a long way until they came to a stone bridge.

Go to Qiaotou and stand for a while. she whispered to her son.

The son walked over obediently and stood at the end of the bridge, listening to the breeze and the flowing water.

Within half a stick of incense, the son turned around, looked at his mother, and lowered his head in embarrassment.

Mom, I want to get married, with a woman.

She smiled, and a big stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.

On the way back, my son kept asking, Mom, what on earth is going on.

She stopped and said, when I was a child, the old man told me that the boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge.