Thousand years of love of Black Daddy.

Author: In a nutshell, I called a person I have never met "Dad", or "Black Dad" to be exact. That day, in my mother's room, he asked me to call him black dad. I was amused and cried with a smile. He was embarrassed at once, but he said excitedly that he was flattered. In fact, I shouldn't have laughed and screamed at that time. I shouldn't laugh because my mother was lying on the opposite bed at that time. My mother, who had just finished advanced gastric cancer resection, was accompanied by multiple organ failure caused by diabetes. Only two people could barely sit up. I really don't know how long she could stay with us. Another reason is that my father is sitting in the living room, exhausted.

I shouldn't call him. I've never met him before. I'm calling him black dad to my elder sister. Although the expression, action and even voice of the elder sister are very similar to that of an old man, it is always the elder sister herself. Up to now, there are two little people fighting in my mind. One says there is a black dad and the other says there is no, but I personally hope there is a black dad.

My own father didn't know there was such a person as Black Dad, and he can't know it in the future. My brothers and sisters don't know, only I know, and I have to keep a secret for my mother.

But my mother didn't know about the existence of black dad until now. She had a chance to know him, but the elder sister said that this stupid black dad lost my mother!

This makes me feel sad. My mother is alone now, so lonely!

I know Black Dad by chance. My mother has been suffering from illness for many years. In the past ten years, in the previous years, she was insane every Spring Festival. Fortunately, she was insane for the first time ten years ago, and we found a Mongolian doctor on the same day. Go down with a dose of Mongolian medicine, sleep, take a dip, wake up! This medicine has been kept at home since then, but my mother's health is getting worse every year. In the last five or six years, my mother didn't like to talk, didn't get up, didn't listen to advice, and communicated with us very little. In recent years, my mother has been hospitalized several times every year. When she enters the intensive care unit, doctors know her and secretly tell us that she will not live for two years. I have to say a few digressions at the moment. My mother had diabetes for the first time, and her blood sugar was not very high. It was only after 7 o'clock after dinner and it lasted for several years. But my mother has no education, is fat, can eat, and never avoids her mouth. Half a big watermelon is destroyed in a few minutes. We focused our attention on controlling our diet. Every time we called, we reprimanded her, saying good words and bad words to us, and then my mother stopped talking. Results Diabetes caused immune loss and multifunctional failure, and advanced gastric cancer was also detected. Get down to business.

My mother became puerperal crazy on her first confinement, which lasted for eight months. She scolded everyone except grandpa and grandma. Grandpa asked doctors everywhere for him, and grandma breast-fed me. It is said that grandpa gave my father ten dollars at that time, saying that there was no need to see my mother, and there was no cure. But my mother has never hurt me, and she will breast-feed me.

Once again, my mother's mental illness was caused by the death of her grandparents, and it has been getting worse every year since then. At first, when I went to see a doctor in Xi 'an, Beijing, the doctor only said that I should pay attention to controlling blood sugar, and there was no medicine for her. But it still doesn't work, so I advocate looking for a great god to show it, and then stop for a while after reading it. Because I think there is something wrong with my family, the northeast corner of the back of the house is twenty or thirty meters away from other graves. I remember a few years ago, my mother felt uncomfortable and thought that she couldn't carry it. My neighbor's cousin committed suicide, and his house was next to the graveyard, which is said to have taken up a little. A few years later, my mother failed again, and as a result, my second grandmother left. My second grandmother was always mentally ill before her death, and the back of her house was facing the graveyard. This year, my mother also left.

let's talk about black dad again.

my acquaintance with elder sister is also a chance. My friend said that my elder sister's cervical vertebra pain is different from ordinary people, and asked me to bring her the medicinal liquor I produced. As a result, guess what, she actually invited the ancestors of these medicinal liquors handed down from the Ming Dynasty, saying that they were official families in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties. The "Yaozi" old gentleman told a lot about the inheritance of this medicinal liquor in his family, which is very consistent with what we know. He even sent me eight words "Do good deeds and contribute to others", and kept chanting "Pass it on, pass it on …" This was the first time I saw such a situation, and I was scared at a loss. The eldest sister is like a "translator", who can switch freely and explain to me, which is completely different from what I have heard. She is more calm, confident and generous.

later, I always wanted to see my elder sister like an addict. I talk to many gods and buddhas, and they all like me. This has made a subversive change in my world view. Oh, my God, is all this true or not? ! Should I trust my elder sister or not?

I still chose to trust her. In the cold year-end season, I invited my eldest sister and them to visit their mother at home first, and then drove to Yan 'an.

As soon as the elder sister came into my house and rested, I eagerly took her to my mother's house. Everyone else is waiting in the living room. When she entered the room and closed the door, the elder sister began to speak her abnormal language-she said it was called "Tianyu". I saw her imposing, loud voice, saying something similar to Japanese and Korean that I didn't understand, waving her big hand over my mother's head, and then asking everyone to talk to her in the living room in Northeast Mandarin. She also told me that a man named Lao Yao didn't want to go out, so I said let's talk in her mother's room. The elder sister insisted on it several times, but failed. She sat on the bed opposite her mother and asked him who he was.

black dad is out!

I saw the elder sister's face changed. She lowered her head, bulged her gills, pursed her mouth, looked at me idly, and said slowly, "I know you. You always invite so many people to come and toss around. But I still like you. Who is this person you invited? Her hands are like iron claws, holding me hard. It hurts. I can't even get down. I've been on your mother for 5 years and I haven't come down. I'm not the only one on her, so many little foxes are full of coquettish smell! "

ah! Fifty years!

"She is my elder sister!" I'm a little proud.

I have to interrupt again. I'm the boss of my family. There have been so many things in my family over the years, good things and bad things. My parents, younger siblings and my sister-in-law have all asked me, and I've been exhausted over the years. There may be a Wu Zetian living in my heart, bent on changing her family's fate by her own efforts and working hard outside. But contrary to expectations, everything in her family can't be satisfactory. Especially in recent years, career and family health, a lot of things, let me doubt my ability more and more. So when something comes up, I always like to look for masters, but they don't believe me, including my father. This time I was anxious about my mother. "You all asked me, and I asked who to go? ! Can't you ask a god? ！” After getting to know my elder sister, my contribution was recognized by her, and we recognized sisters, and finally there was one older than me!

get to the point.

I saw the elder sister gesticulating in the air with her fingers and writing some words that I couldn't understand. At this moment, the elder sister with the old man's expression held her chin with her hand, shrank her head, and spoke in a trembling voice. "So you are a little red flower! No wonder it hurts me so much! "

elder sister spoke, "don't be afraid, old man, this is my sister. How did you end up on her mother and stay there for 5 years? " "alas! It's a long story I remember when I was a child, I was about fourteen years old. There was a little girl in my neighbor's house, four years old, who followed my ass all day. My brother called me and pulled my skirt to let me play with him. At first, I didn't pay much attention to her, little follower. I can't run fast. How can I play with her? Her mother doesn't like me either. But she always follows me, and after a long time, I don't hate her. I call her duckling. The duckling looks pretty and has a sweet mouth. He always calls me by his brother. Then the duckling stopped coming for a few days. I don't know what happened, but I miss her very much, thinking that she has moved. Later, when I grew up, I forgot.

I started killing the rich and helping the poor with a group of friends when I was eighteen or nineteen. Hi! To put it bluntly, it is looting, and when things are taken back, several people will divide them. A few years have passed, but nothing has happened. Once we robbed a man in his thirties. This man was stubborn and insisted on fighting with us, and he was killed. It's our bad luck, too. This man is famous in the Jade Emperor's place, so he locked us up and said that he would put us under the Bijia Mountain and never be able to live beyond life, which was the death penalty.

One night, when I was in a dark prison, someone talked to me. I didn't know him. Later, his portrait was everywhere in the world, and people called him Guanyin Bodhisattva. He told me to escape, he helped me, and he said that although I killed someone, I saved someone in my previous life, so I accumulated virtue and he came to save me. So according to his orders, I climbed out of the window. In the dark night, I ran hard and turned around until I thought it was far away. There was no one behind me, and I stopped. I don't know who that person is. The only person who is kind to me is the duckling, so I think he is my duckling. I'm looking for a duckling. But I don't know where she is. I think she was reincarnated. So I drifted, I don't know how many years, and I came to your mother. I don't know if she is a duckling. Anyway, I think she is a duckling. I have been with her for 5 years. "

I suddenly got angry. "You've been with my mother for 5 years? ！”

I'm going to interrupt again. At this moment, I shed tears angrily. At this moment, I am writing a story now. I shed tears angrily! It suddenly occurred to me that when I was talking to him, I had just celebrated my 5th birthday, and my mother went crazy after giving birth to me for more than 2 days! Crazy for more than eight months! She was only 19 years old! Grandpa and grandpa are both dead! It turns out that this black old man is up to something!

I asked him, "Why have you been following her for so many years? She has never been better in her life, and she suffers from such diseases all day! Since you like her, why don't you help her! Looking at her is uncomfortable! "

"alas! You let me go? I am protecting her. "

"protect her? Protecting her made her what she is now! Why can't you do something to make her stand up and walk as soon as possible and get better soon! "

"you want me to exert myself? Alas! I tried a few times when I was young, but she became so scary that I wouldn't dare in the future.

Your mother has never smiled at me in her life, but the boss is so sad. The same is true when I am a girl. I am not beautiful and dark. I am not like my duckling, beautiful and lovely. " I asked my aunt during my mother's burial, and my mother just married and never smiled. Talk about something, but don't talk if you have nothing to do. But in the forty years when we were growing up, my mother was fond of talking and joking. My mother's family has dark skin. I remember that my mother was not beautiful when she was young. She thought she was not beautiful, inferior and bitter all her life. But she looks like me in her later years. My mother called me beautiful when she went crazy a few years ago. It was so ugly that I hated to copy someone and beat her! Now that I think about it, I forgot to ask my black dad if he scolded me. )

"Then since you don't think it's a duckling, why don't you leave her? ！”

"hi! I don't know where the duckling is. Besides, I'm not so good-looking, quite black, and I feel old now. I call myself an old demon. After a long time, I thought he was my duckling. I am used to her, and when I like her, I regard her as my wife. "

"She has a husband, and my father is still here!"

"I know, he can't see me either. He is bright and I am dark. I am already married to her. "

he's embarrassed.

I smiled. "Then why don't you have children?"

"She won't give birth to me, but I'd like to."

at this moment, he asked me in a low voice if I could call him black dad.

immediately shook his head shyly again. "No, that's what I said."

I was a little moved at that moment and wanted to tease him, so I called him "black dad" and "black dad". After a few times, he laughed and said that he was not worthy.

"I will never leave her, no matter she is old or ugly, I will go wherever she goes. I think she is a duckling and my wife. I will follow her all my life and protect her. "

looking at the face in front of me, I can't tell whether it's a big sister or a black father. Look at the mother who has been sleeping across the street and can't be expressed in words. Tears flooded her eyes!

Mothers in their later years are unhappy, their children can't do filial piety around their knees, and they are sick and gradually don't love words. We all don't know how painful my mother's body is in her later years. We only heard my father say that scapulohumeral periarthritis hurts and she doesn't want to take medicine. This also caused her arm fracture pain during hospitalization, and she had a gastrectomy. How much pain should she suffer!

? But spiritually, I feel that my mother is happy. My father has let his mother lose her temper all his life. And this black dad accompanied her like this. Even if she leaves, she is not lonely or afraid. She has a black father to follow her from generation to generation! As her relatives, we can also be comforted.

"ok! Thank you for inviting her. I've spoken for 5 years. Thank you, too, son. Thank you for calling me black dad. I will bless your mother and let her live a few more years. I should go. "

Big Sister is so excited that Black Dad has left.

Postscript: My mother left after all, at the age of 69 on the 2th of the first month. As children, we can only regret it. Regret not being with her and not taking her to more places. She is a natural person, so she likes big cities and traveling. There is nothing in her life, but her old life is long, and she has to be filial to her father; Her grandchildren are young and need their parents' company. It's destiny takes a hand after all.

what we can do is to make the scenery for her as much as possible according to the custom of our hometown. According to the elder sister's instructions, try to bury her in compliance.

It's nearly twenty days since my mother died to see my elder sister urgently again. I want to know where my mother is and whether my father is with her.

Elder sister said that a good person like my mother, who has never done anything bad in her life, has worked hard to raise her children and honor the elderly, will never suffer, whether in heaven or in the ground. She has a single room and doesn't have to work, and someone will call her at dinner time. The most important thing is, she will be cured of all her diseases and will never feel uncomfortable again!

But that stupid old "black dad" can't find his duckling again. He lost him!

may mother rest in peace! Reincarnate as soon as possible!

amitabha!