Family of four
During the three years of studying in Fuzhou, I often think of my parents.
In the past, every time I returned to school from Huaibei , my mother always asked me to report my safety and said hello to my grandma who was concerned at home.
This year, I took the high-speed train to Fuzhou. My mother probably guessed the time when I got off the bus, so she heard the voice bars of dozens of seconds from Nanping to Fuzhou.
people are old, and their tone will also change accordingly. When they think of the scene of their mother being angry with their primary and junior high school, they always teach them powerfully, but now they feel the concern of getting tired from the other end of the phone with the audible change.
I am determined to write about them, and this wish probably began last winter.
At that time, my father often took us out. When he was young, he went out to work. He had built many houses and bridges around Huaibei.
Now the physical condition is gradually gone from the same time. Whenever we go to a familiar place, we will tell us the stories of his past. Perhaps we will also enter the age he recalls. For these difficult past events that I didn’t want to listen to in my childhood, I now feel that I cherish my father’s secret treasure and often listen to it.
In my father’s memories, the appearance of my mother is a monument that will always stand in my youth.
Their youth blossomed and bear fruit around the monument, and now the time is erected in the radius of this monument.
Hometown
1975, my mother was born in a small village on the plains of northern Anhui.
Mother's mother, my grandmother, is a great woman who lost her mother in her teenage mother and pulled her sister alone on her father's day she went out to work. Her mother was her first child.
Grandpa is a family with endless affection. The brothers fought for land, intrigue with each other, and had no son to support them at home. It was an unfortunate thing in the countryside in that era. When these misfortunes came to the family of four daughters with bullying, those almost stubborn creeds that "don't eat this steamed bun, you have to fight for this tone" fell heavily on the mother like chains.
Being strong will bring strength and will also make people trapped in it for life.
In 1993, my mother entered the factory.
Before the student years, my mother followed her grandmother tofu and harvested crops. She had to complete the home work with her sisters before morning classes every day.
Later, I worked in a textile factory. Because I was young, it was also the first time I left my family and went alone to a strange environment. My mother's stubbornness experienced many days of tears.
Once, my grandfather pedaled his bicycle in the early morning and delivered the purchased breakfast to his mother who had just gotten off night shift. The girl of fifteen or sixteen cried in dismay.
The memories about growth are accompanied by shortcomings, but at the age of fifteen or sixteen, even if life is not satisfactory, I always feel that the future is sweet.
love
html In the late 390s, my mother met her father for the first time through a friend's introduction.
"At that time, I thought your father was quite pitiful. He came out to work alone at the age of fourteen. He cut his hands when he was working outside, and he didn't know that I started taking care of him at that time."
Father before meeting his mother (first from left)
1999, they got married amid many oppositions.
html At the end of the third century, the whole country was in full swing.
People can't wait to forget the sufferings of the past, and a bright future seems to be right in front of them.
They firmly believe that life is moving upward.
2000, I was born.
I think it is still true. My mother’s love for her father sprouted during the days when she took care of him. It was this kind and dedicated heart that became the background color of my family in the following days.
When I was born, the courtyard that has now become a ruin had just begun to be built.
At that time, my father's friend came to help build a house during the day, and my mother cooked for them to eat.
At night, they returned to the rental house not far from home. It was a two-story courtyard surrounded by bungalows of heights.
The old glass windows were difficult to make tightly sealed. Many times they were glued together with a kind of loess. In the twelfth lunar month, the air was dry and the wind was cold. The windows where the loess fell would make sounds, spreading throughout the corridor on countless wind and rainy nights.
2000, I was born
Saying goodbye
It was about the time when I was in the third grade of elementary school, because of my naughtyness, my mother decided to send me to a boarding school far away from home.
During my year of school life, my temper has improved greatly and I gradually understood the difficulty of my mother.
At that time, the house at home had been built, but it was still quite a short distance from the home in the west to the school in the east.
We always could return to school in the afternoon of the week, but at that time I gradually fell in love with my home, and I always delayed until the next morning before rushing there.
I still remember that there was a purple old-fashioned Speedy battery car at home at that time. Every Monday morning, my mother would ride my bike to take me back to school. When she set off, she wrapped me tightly with a scarf and a hood with her headband "three layers inside and three layers outside".
The school’s food is relatively rich. If you can get it on Monday morning, you can eat bread, eggs, and soy milk in the cafeteria. But in my memory, we always arrived when the canteen was about to leave. My mother pulled me into the canteen gate and asked me to find a table and chair to sit down. She hurried to the front desk to pick up the remaining breakfast. After eating
, we often say goodbye at the entrance of the canteen. Sometimes I feel sad and feel like I am about to cry, so I walk all the way to the school gate with my mother.
Now I want to come here, I don’t know if I give it to my mother or my mother.
After getting in the car and parting, I always stared at the place where she left. Sometimes I stretched my head out of the fence and my eyes gradually moved away with her leaving back until my mother disappeared at the fork in the road and could no longer be seen.
such days lasted until 2009. In the second semester of the fourth grade, my mother couldn't bear to continue studying there, so she took me back to the elementary school very close to home.
When my third aunt got married, my parents and I were in my grandma's yard
Clothing store
At that time, my brother was already in the first grade. We were in the same school and could go to and from school together. My life gradually became happier.
During that time, my mother started running a clothing store in the market next to the school. My brother and I would go to my mother's store as soon as school was over noon.
is said to be a market, but in fact it still retains the tradition of the market in the past. Like the party (travel), it gathers for a fixed number of days a week, and every village will come to do business.
We go all the way from school to my mother's store, and we will pass through the vegetable selling area, the fish selling area, the seasonings and dry goods, the beans area, and finally to the innermost clothing and textile store to find my mother. The mixed smells of various flavors along the way left a deep impression on my childhood.
Later, whenever I go to the surrounding market, whenever I smell the smell of vegetables, fishy smell, and industrial leather clothing, I will unconsciously think of my mother and the clothing store she runs.
In that hut of about ten square meters, you can buy all kinds of objects from children's clothing to adult jewelry. They are neatly mounted by my mother on a wall with cloth nailed on it. Most of these goods were purchased by my mother to Xuzhou . At that time, transportation was not yet developed. Although Huaibei was very close to Xuzhou in the north, it was still a cross-provincial difference. My mother often followed several other local merchants to Xuzhou in a truck with a small container behind her. If there were more goods this time, sometimes several people would squeeze together in a taxi that followed her.
Later, my mother told me about her most memorable itinerary.She and several other merchants were sitting in a closed container with small stools. During the journey for several hours, there was no trace of sunshine.
At the beginning, several people who were traveling with each other were talking and laughing, and they were complimenting with each other with courage. Later, everyone gradually remained silent. At this time, they didn’t know who ate too much in the morning and their stomachs were bloated. Everyone laughed and covered their noses. No one was willing to let go of their hands early in the darkness, and no one remembered how they looked in the darkness.
One year, my mother just put the goods in and the flood in Huaibei was released.
Due to the lack of drainage design in the market, a large amount of accumulated water poured into the clothing area. This was a rescue of clothes. In anxiety and panic, my mother was busy, and sweat dripped down her clothes lapels into the turbid accumulated water under her feet. The wide rubber shoes were infiltrated several times, soaking her feet in purple and white.
my brother
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In 2012, when I was in junior high school, my mother closed her clothing store and followed my father to contract labor.
That year, I entered a boarding school again. My younger brother followed my grandmother at home, while my mother and father were running all day long.
At this time, my father's company had been established for a year, and the days when he was deceived by his partner were coming quickly. My mother had long noticed this, but my father always thought about his feelings, and it was not until the other party left with the money and suddenly realized.
At this point, they have been together for thirteen years.
During my school days, I was allowed to communicate with my parents only through old-fashioned phone calls. I often noticed any changes at home on the other end of the phone. My mother rarely stated to me in detail, saying, "You don't have to worry about anything, study at school."
In those years, I was twelve or thirteen years old, my hometown swayed with the wind like reeds . The fate of moving silently in danger was stirring every uneasy heart. I gradually realized the "stability" pursued by my mother, and gradually appeared in the jealous and vulgar heart. Those obsessions about "reliability" pierced into my values like a thorn.
On the days when school was closed, my mother sometimes came to see me.
Before this, she would call my class teacher to notify my class teacher, and then the class teacher would convey the news that she was coming to deliver meals to me at noon. These scenes reminded me of my grandfather who delivered meals to my mother back then.
Like my young mother, I carefully searched for her figure downstairs after school. I don’t know when, but my mother in my memory gradually got older. When I was in elementary school, I always felt that my mother would always be as young and optimistic as in the photo. It was not until she delivered me food that she suddenly realized that the ups and downs of the years had already turned into wrinkles and remained on my mother's face forever.
Dance
In 2015, I graduated from junior high school, and my younger brother followed me into the same school.
From then on, the meal my mother gave became two, and after delivering it to my brother, he rushed to my school again.
In 2016, my mother entered the food factory to work.
On the weekend, she would still go with her father to deliver food to us. Since many parents come to visit their children every weekend outside the school, the roadside is often crowded.
In this way, my father could only stay in the car and stop at the intersection at any time. My mother always walked towards the school gate in panic. Sometimes when get out of class was about to end, I would glance at the school gate outside the window. I always saw my mother staggeringly get out of the car, then picked up a folded small stool, put the rice jar and snacks on it, and stood waiting for me to get off school. When the bell rang, she hurried to the door again, looking for me while placing her toes.
Later, the memories of the mother were always presented in her hurrying pace.
In countless dreams, my mother was running around the road, holding a rice jar in one hand and a bench in the other.
Once, my mother came back from school alone.
In late autumn in Huaibei, heavy fog often occurs, and the air quickly becomes wet and cold. At the intersection that is only two kilometers away from home, my mother lost her direction.
The roads she has taken countless times are now completely unknown.
At that moment, she felt much older.
Later, my father started his business again and his life gradually stabilized.
Mothers no longer go out to work hard. They sell goods in their own shops, just like their mothers selling children's clothing back then. After the business gradually improved, she also participated in the square dance team. My mother likes to dance, and dancing makes her feel younger.
Yes, I was young, my mother was also young.
When my mother got married
years
This year, grandma is 77 years old and grandpa is 78 years old.
As the eldest, the 47-year-old mother took her sisters to kowtow to the two elderly people and wish them a happy New Year.
Her hair had gradually turned white. At the moment of bowing, the sun shining on her neck. When she got up, the mother smiled shyly like a child. She took her own red envelope and everyone laughed.
That day, the flowers outside the window seemed to bloom, and the whole room was full of brightness.
-END-
Author: Li Long Xu
At night, they returned to the rental house not far from home. It was a two-story courtyard surrounded by bungalows of heights.
The old glass windows were difficult to make tightly sealed. Many times they were glued together with a kind of loess. In the twelfth lunar month, the air was dry and the wind was cold. The windows where the loess fell would make sounds, spreading throughout the corridor on countless wind and rainy nights.
2000, I was born
Saying goodbye
It was about the time when I was in the third grade of elementary school, because of my naughtyness, my mother decided to send me to a boarding school far away from home.
During my year of school life, my temper has improved greatly and I gradually understood the difficulty of my mother.
At that time, the house at home had been built, but it was still quite a short distance from the home in the west to the school in the east.
We always could return to school in the afternoon of the week, but at that time I gradually fell in love with my home, and I always delayed until the next morning before rushing there.
I still remember that there was a purple old-fashioned Speedy battery car at home at that time. Every Monday morning, my mother would ride my bike to take me back to school. When she set off, she wrapped me tightly with a scarf and a hood with her headband "three layers inside and three layers outside".
The school’s food is relatively rich. If you can get it on Monday morning, you can eat bread, eggs, and soy milk in the cafeteria. But in my memory, we always arrived when the canteen was about to leave. My mother pulled me into the canteen gate and asked me to find a table and chair to sit down. She hurried to the front desk to pick up the remaining breakfast. After eating
, we often say goodbye at the entrance of the canteen. Sometimes I feel sad and feel like I am about to cry, so I walk all the way to the school gate with my mother.
Now I want to come here, I don’t know if I give it to my mother or my mother.
After getting in the car and parting, I always stared at the place where she left. Sometimes I stretched my head out of the fence and my eyes gradually moved away with her leaving back until my mother disappeared at the fork in the road and could no longer be seen.
such days lasted until 2009. In the second semester of the fourth grade, my mother couldn't bear to continue studying there, so she took me back to the elementary school very close to home.
When my third aunt got married, my parents and I were in my grandma's yard
Clothing store
At that time, my brother was already in the first grade. We were in the same school and could go to and from school together. My life gradually became happier.
During that time, my mother started running a clothing store in the market next to the school. My brother and I would go to my mother's store as soon as school was over noon.
is said to be a market, but in fact it still retains the tradition of the market in the past. Like the party (travel), it gathers for a fixed number of days a week, and every village will come to do business.
We go all the way from school to my mother's store, and we will pass through the vegetable selling area, the fish selling area, the seasonings and dry goods, the beans area, and finally to the innermost clothing and textile store to find my mother. The mixed smells of various flavors along the way left a deep impression on my childhood.
Later, whenever I go to the surrounding market, whenever I smell the smell of vegetables, fishy smell, and industrial leather clothing, I will unconsciously think of my mother and the clothing store she runs.
In that hut of about ten square meters, you can buy all kinds of objects from children's clothing to adult jewelry. They are neatly mounted by my mother on a wall with cloth nailed on it. Most of these goods were purchased by my mother to Xuzhou . At that time, transportation was not yet developed. Although Huaibei was very close to Xuzhou in the north, it was still a cross-provincial difference. My mother often followed several other local merchants to Xuzhou in a truck with a small container behind her. If there were more goods this time, sometimes several people would squeeze together in a taxi that followed her.
Later, my mother told me about her most memorable itinerary.She and several other merchants were sitting in a closed container with small stools. During the journey for several hours, there was no trace of sunshine.
At the beginning, several people who were traveling with each other were talking and laughing, and they were complimenting with each other with courage. Later, everyone gradually remained silent. At this time, they didn’t know who ate too much in the morning and their stomachs were bloated. Everyone laughed and covered their noses. No one was willing to let go of their hands early in the darkness, and no one remembered how they looked in the darkness.
One year, my mother just put the goods in and the flood in Huaibei was released.
Due to the lack of drainage design in the market, a large amount of accumulated water poured into the clothing area. This was a rescue of clothes. In anxiety and panic, my mother was busy, and sweat dripped down her clothes lapels into the turbid accumulated water under her feet. The wide rubber shoes were infiltrated several times, soaking her feet in purple and white.
my brother
号6号
In 2012, when I was in junior high school, my mother closed her clothing store and followed my father to contract labor.
That year, I entered a boarding school again. My younger brother followed my grandmother at home, while my mother and father were running all day long.
At this time, my father's company had been established for a year, and the days when he was deceived by his partner were coming quickly. My mother had long noticed this, but my father always thought about his feelings, and it was not until the other party left with the money and suddenly realized.
At this point, they have been together for thirteen years.
During my school days, I was allowed to communicate with my parents only through old-fashioned phone calls. I often noticed any changes at home on the other end of the phone. My mother rarely stated to me in detail, saying, "You don't have to worry about anything, study at school."
In those years, I was twelve or thirteen years old, my hometown swayed with the wind like reeds . The fate of moving silently in danger was stirring every uneasy heart. I gradually realized the "stability" pursued by my mother, and gradually appeared in the jealous and vulgar heart. Those obsessions about "reliability" pierced into my values like a thorn.
On the days when school was closed, my mother sometimes came to see me.
Before this, she would call my class teacher to notify my class teacher, and then the class teacher would convey the news that she was coming to deliver meals to me at noon. These scenes reminded me of my grandfather who delivered meals to my mother back then.
Like my young mother, I carefully searched for her figure downstairs after school. I don’t know when, but my mother in my memory gradually got older. When I was in elementary school, I always felt that my mother would always be as young and optimistic as in the photo. It was not until she delivered me food that she suddenly realized that the ups and downs of the years had already turned into wrinkles and remained on my mother's face forever.
Dance
In 2015, I graduated from junior high school, and my younger brother followed me into the same school.
From then on, the meal my mother gave became two, and after delivering it to my brother, he rushed to my school again.
In 2016, my mother entered the food factory to work.
On the weekend, she would still go with her father to deliver food to us. Since many parents come to visit their children every weekend outside the school, the roadside is often crowded.
In this way, my father could only stay in the car and stop at the intersection at any time. My mother always walked towards the school gate in panic. Sometimes when get out of class was about to end, I would glance at the school gate outside the window. I always saw my mother staggeringly get out of the car, then picked up a folded small stool, put the rice jar and snacks on it, and stood waiting for me to get off school. When the bell rang, she hurried to the door again, looking for me while placing her toes.
Later, the memories of the mother were always presented in her hurrying pace.
In countless dreams, my mother was running around the road, holding a rice jar in one hand and a bench in the other.
Once, my mother came back from school alone.
In late autumn in Huaibei, heavy fog often occurs, and the air quickly becomes wet and cold. At the intersection that is only two kilometers away from home, my mother lost her direction.
The roads she has taken countless times are now completely unknown.
At that moment, she felt much older.
Later, my father started his business again and his life gradually stabilized.
Mothers no longer go out to work hard. They sell goods in their own shops, just like their mothers selling children's clothing back then. After the business gradually improved, she also participated in the square dance team. My mother likes to dance, and dancing makes her feel younger.
Yes, I was young, my mother was also young.
When my mother got married
years
This year, grandma is 77 years old and grandpa is 78 years old.
As the eldest, the 47-year-old mother took her sisters to kowtow to the two elderly people and wish them a happy New Year.
Her hair had gradually turned white. At the moment of bowing, the sun shining on her neck. When she got up, the mother smiled shyly like a child. She took her own red envelope and everyone laughed.
That day, the flowers outside the window seemed to bloom, and the whole room was full of brightness.
-END-
Author: Li Long Xu
