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Twenty-three years ago, a young woman wandered into our village, unkempt, giggling at everyone and urinating openly. Therefore, the daughter-in-law in the village often spat at the woman, and some even stepped forward to kick her feet and told her to "get out of here". But she just didn't leave, and still wandered around the village with a giggle. At that time, my father was 35 years old. He used to be in the village. I haven't married a daughter-in-law. Grandma saw that the woman still had a few beauties, so she moved her mind and decided to accept her as my father's daughter-in-law. After she "continued to burn incense" for my family, she was expelled. Although my father was reluctant, he gritted his teeth and agreed. As a result, my father became the groom without spending a penny. When my mother gave birth to me, my grandmother hugged me and shrank. She gave birth to a grandson with a handle. "It's just that when I was born, my grandmother took me away, and I never let my mother near me. My mother always wanted to hug me and repeatedly shouted in front of her," Here, give it to me ... "My grandmother ignored her. I was so small, like a meat toot. What if my mother accidentally dropped me on the ground? After all, Niang is a madman. Whenever she has a request to hug me, Grandma always stares at her and tells her, "You don't want to hug the baby, I won't give it to you. If I find you secretly hugging him, I'll kill you. Even if I don't kill you, I'll kick you out." When Grandma said this, there was no ambiguity. Mom understood, and her face was full of fear. Every time she just looked at me from a distance. It was my grandmother who fed me spoon by spoon. Grandma said that there was a "neuropathy" 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 mire of poverty. Especially after adding my mother and me, the family often couldn't open the pot. Grandma decided to kick her out because she not only ate idle rice at home, but also made trouble from time to time. One day, Grandma cooked a big pot of rice. Mother just put a big meal in her mouth, and she was very surprised when she heard the "marching orders" from her grandmother. The meal froze in her mouth. She looked at me in her arms and whined inarticulate, "No, don't ..." Grandma's face suddenly fell, and she took out her dignified paternalism and shouted sharply, "You crazy bitch, why are you so stubborn?" Just leave after dinner, do you hear me? " After that, 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 shocked, 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 the glistening rice. Under the glare, Niang suddenly had a very strange move. She gave more than half of the rice in the bowl to another empty bowl, and then looked pitifully. I only eat half a bowl of rice every meal, just don't drive her away. My heart seems to have been severely pulled. Grandma is also a woman, and her tough attitude is also fake. Grandma doesn't overdo it, and she keeps back her tears, and then she says with a straight face, "Eat quickly, eat quickly, and go away. You will starve to death in my house." Mom seems desperate, and she doesn't even eat the half bowl of rice, and she flounders. Instead, Niang came over and put her hands into her mother-in-law's arms. It turned out that she wanted to hug me. Grandma hesitated, but she handed me the baby. She held me in her arms for the first time and smiled broadly. Grandma was so nervous that her hands were under me, for fear that she would throw me away like garbage when her crazy strength came up. Then I turned around and closed the door. When I was ignorant, I discovered that all my friends had mothers except me. I asked my father for it and my grandmother for it, and they said that your mother was dead. But my friend told me, "Your mother is crazy, and your grandmother drove her away." I asked my grandmother for wrangling, asking her to return my mother and calling her "grandma wolf". Still alive? Unexpectedly, when I was six years old, my mother, who had been away from home for five years, actually came back. On that day, several friends flew to tell me: "Xiaoshu, go and see, your mother is back, and your crazy mother is back." I was so happy that I ran out, and my parents and grandparents followed me. This is the first time I saw my mother after I remembered. She was still in rags and her hair was on. But facing my house, I sat on the stone mound in the rice field in front of the village, with a dirty balloon in my hand. When I stood in front of her with a group of friends, she eagerly searched 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 and kept raising the balloon in her hand and courted me. That's your mother. "I said angrily to my little friend," She's your mother! Your mother is crazy, and your mother is like this. "I turned my head and ran away. I don't want this crazy mother. My grandmother and father led her into the door. In those years, after my grandmother kicked her out, her conscience was tortured. With the aging day by day, her heart could no longer harden, so I took the initiative to leave her, but my boss didn't want to, because she lost my face. I never gave her a good look and never told her. The communication between us is mainly based on my "yelling", and my mother never dares to talk back. My mother can't be raised for nothing at home, so my grandmother decided to train her to do some chores. When working in the fields, my grandmother took her out to "watch" and said that she would be beaten if she didn't obey. After a few days, my grandmother thought that her mother had been trained almost by herself, so she asked her to go out and cut pig grass alone. Unexpectedly, she only cut two baskets in half an hour. " Mother cut the rice that was being pulped and sprouted in other people's fields. Grandma angrily scolded her: "Crazy woman doesn't know what to do with rice and grass ..." When Grandma was thinking about how to clean up the mess, the owner of the rice field came and said that it was deliberately instigated by her. Grandma flew into a rage, took out a stick in front of others and knocked on her lower back, saying, "Kill you crazy woman, and get away from me ..." Although she was crazy. Mouth kept wailing "don't, don't ..." Finally, people couldn't stand it, and they said, "Forget it, we won't pursue it. We'll treat her more severely in the future ..." After the storm subsided, Niang leaned on the ground and sobbed. I said to her with disdain, "You can't tell the difference between grass and rice, you are really a pig." Just as the voice fell, my head was hit. If you go on like this, she's your mother, too! " I disdain a curl of my mouth: "I don't have such a stupid crazy mother!" " "Wow, you are getting more and more outrageous. I won't hit you!" Grandma raised her hand again. At this moment, I saw Mom jumping from the ground like a spring, crossing between me and Grandma. Mom pointed at her head and cried, "Hit me, hit me". I see, Mom told Grandma to hit her, not me. Grandma's hand in mid-air slumped down and murmured, "This crazy woman knows how to love her children!" Shortly after I went to school, my father was invited by a professional fish farmer in a neighboring village to keep the fish pond, earning 5 yuan every month. My mother still went out to work under the leadership of her grandmother, mainly playing pig grass, and she didn't make any big trouble. I remember that I was hungry in the third grade of primary school for a winter, and the sky suddenly began to rain, and my grandmother asked her to give me an umbrella. My mother may have fallen several times all the way, and she looked at me like a periophthalmus. She stood by the window of the classroom and giggled. Mouth also called: "tree ... umbrella ..." Some students giggled. I was on pins and needles. I hated my mother, hated her ignorance, hated her for embarrassing me, and even hated Fan Jiaxi, who took the lead in imitating. When he was still exaggerating, I grabbed the pencil case in front of me and slammed it at him, but Fan Jiaxi escaped. He rushed forward and grabbed my neck. I only heard a long whistle of "Ow" from outside the classroom. My mother flew in like a hero, grabbed Fan Jiaxi and dragged him outside. It was said that the madman had great strength, which was true. My mother raised Fan Jiaxi who bullied me into the air with her hands. He was so scared that he cried and cried, and a pair of chubby calves kicked around in the air. My mother ignored him and threw him into the pond at the school gate, and then walked away with an indifferent face. Mother resumed a timid look and looked at me please. I knew that this was maternal love. Even if she was unconscious, maternal love was sober because her son was bullied by others. At that time, I couldn't help crying: "Mother!" This is the first time I called her since I could speak. My mother was shocked and looked at me for a long time. Then she blushed like a child, grinned and smiled foolishly. On that day, our mother and son came home with an umbrella for the first time. I told my grandmother about this, and she was so scared that she fell down in her chair that she quickly asked someone to call her father back. Dad just entered the room and a group of them took knives and sticks. There seems to have been a 9-magnitude earthquake at home. All these people were 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 now he is lying in the hospital. If your family doesn't pay 1 yuan for medical expenses, I will fucking burn your house down." 1 yuan? Dad is only 5 yuan a month! Looking at the murderous Fan family, my father's eyes slowly burned red. He stared at Niang with terrible eyes, quickly took off his belt at his waist with one hand and hit her head over. Again and again, Niang jumped helplessly and hid like a mouse who was living in fear, and like a prey who ran into death. I will never forget her piercing sound and the ringing sound of the belt on her body. After a group of people left, Dad looked at the broken pots and bowls all over the house, and then at the scarred mother. Suddenly, he held her in his arms and wept bitterly, saying, "Crazy woman, I didn't want to hit you, so we can't afford to pay for it. It's all the fault of our poor family!" Dad looked at me again and said, "Tree, you must study hard? Otherwise, we'll be bullied for life! " I nodded sensibly. In the summer of 2, I was admitted to a high school with excellent results. My grandmother died unfortunately from overwork, and the life at home was even more difficult. The people in Enshi Prefecture listed my family as a poor family, and gave 4 yuan money every month. My high school also reduced my tuition and fees appropriately, so I was able to continue my studies. Because I was living and studying hard, I rarely went home. My father was still working for 5 yuan. The burden of delivering vegetables for me falls on my mother. Every time my aunt next door helps me copy pickles and then gives them to my mother. The 2-kilometer narrow mountain road is firmly recorded by her, rain or shine. It's a miracle. Everything she does for her son is not crazy at all. Apart from maternal love, I can't explain how to decipher this phenomenon in medicine. On April 27, 23, it was again. My mother said, "I ... I picked it ..." I didn't expect my mother to pick wild peaches. I sincerely praised her: "Mom, you are really getting more and more capable." My mother smiled. Before she left, I told her to pay attention to safety, and my mother replied. After seeing her off, I plunged into the final review before the college entrance examination. The next day, I was in class, my aunt. But she has been on this road for three years, so it can't be wrong. My aunt asked, "What didn't your mother say?" I said no, she brought me more than a dozen wild peaches. My aunt clapped her hands and said, "It's broken, it may be broken on this wild peach." My aunt asked me for leave, and we went back along the mountain road to find it. On the way home, there were indeed several wild peach trees, which were sparsely hung on the peach trees, and they were preserved because they grew on cliffs. At the same time, we found a peach tree with traces of broken branches, and there was an abyss under the tree. I said, "Auntie, don't scare me ..." Auntie threw herself at me and walked into the valley ... Niang was lying quietly at the bottom of the valley, surrounded by some scattered peaches, and she was still clutching one in her hand. Her blood had already solidified into a heavy black. I was so sad that my five internal organs were torn apart and hugged her tightly and said, "Niang, my bad karma Niang, I regret that this peach is sweet." You didn't enjoy a day's happiness when you were alive ... "I put my head on my mother's cold face, and all the stones in the hills and hills cried with me ... On August 7, 23, on the 1th day after her burial, the admission notice of Hubei University was bronzed through the road she had traveled, through those wild peach trees, through the rice field in front of the village, and" flew "straight into my house. You can smile and die! "