Oral description: Su Cuicui Compiled by: Zhou Yujiang
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Now fifty years old, I leaned on my father's skinny back, and the weak baby sobbed, feeling uncomfortable like a needle and an axe. Thinking of my life hardships, my 78-year-old father was still suffering from unfilial and burdened daughter, and I could no longer control my emotions and burst into tears.
My father carried me on a steep and rugged mountain road back home. It was about one and a half miles away from the winding mountain road on the mountainside to my father's home.
I suffered from uremia . My two sons abandoned me. My father took me to his house for two years. First, once a week, and now it is twice a star.
Dad carried me to the road and took the bus. He went to the county town for four hours to do dialysis , and then carried me up the mountain when he came back. At this time, I was always crying when I leaned on my father's back.
You should know that my elderly father just carried my younger brother with cerebral palsy on this mountain road a few years ago.
My younger brother, five years younger than me, is a natural baby with cerebral palsy. A few months later, he found that his neck could never be up and could not turn over. He saliva all day long and cried. At first, he thought it would be fine when he grew up, but when he was a few years old, he couldn't even speak. At least he stood up and couldn't walk a few steps and fell down immediately. In one sentence, he was a wooden man and a vegetable man.
The cruel mother discussed with her father that she wanted to throw away the child, but the Bodhisattva-hearted father firmly disagreed. He believed that this was a matter of harming the gods. Since God gave us such a child, we had no reason to abandon him.
On a hot night in the hot dog days, Xiao Jie's father got up and found that his younger brother was covered with a thick quilt. He quickly lifted up and found that his brother was dying as if he had fished out of the water. He understood everything in his heart. He was unbelievably sure that there was such a mother in the world who wanted to kill his biological child with his own hands.
The father, who is kind-hearted and gentle in character, has never touched a single finger of his mother, can no longer tolerate his mother's behavior that is contrary to nature. He angrily grabbed his mother and slapped her twice in the face.
The consequence was that my mother left and there was no news again. From then on, I was only eight years old and became a motherless child, and my father became a lifelong husband.
Although it was a day of poverty, my father still let me go to school. When I came home from school, I either wiped my shit and pee, or I used my belly belt to tie my brother to my back, went to the ground to work, or I served him endlessly in the yard, including cows, sheep, pigs, chickens, ducks, and other animals.
No matter what era, hard work is the foundation for people to settle down. The villagers generally believe that in the situation like my family, in an era of extreme material scarcity, hunger was unconventional. In fact, it was not only hardworking, but also a person who was full of passion for life and was full of infinite wisdom in the lives of low-level people.
In addition to cultivating those acres of mountain land to ensure basic food at home, he is also good at raising livestock.
especially has rich experience in raising cattle. The most valuable item in our family is the old ox. He asked his father to carefully raise it and it was fat and strong. In addition to causing the epidemic, he also added a calf every year. After the autumn, it was sold to my brother for medical treatment and medicine, my school tuition, and the fertilizers and pesticides in the field.
He has some specialties in selling calf . He would rather sell it less than sell it to butchers, but to farmers who know the truth and need to use cattle to make the epidemic.
The life span of a cow is only about ten years. When I was in high school, the old cow in my family was no longer worthy of use and had difficulty eating grass and chewing. Although my father had chosen a strong mother, black cow as its successor, he was dependent on this beast and was always reluctant to sell it.
A butcher has paid the money to pull the cow out of the yard at a time, but when his father saw the old ox with tears in his eyes, he suddenly turned his head and knelt in front of his father, his father's heart was broken. His eyes were filled with tears, and he paid the butcher's penalty for liquidated contract, and resolutely led the cow back until the old ox died. This shows the best, pure and beautiful human nature and the awe of life.
But it is this father with a golden heart. Like my mother, I despise him coldly and think he is stupid, cowardly, incompetent and vulgar. In the end, I made it like this, which was a due retribution.
From the high school I entered the town, apart from going home to collect tuition and living expenses from my father, I basically don’t want to return to this yard with messy livestock and feces all over the ground, and flies and mosquitoes flying in summer. The house is always a stinking home where my brother’s shit and urine cannot be dispersed.
Later, I went to the city to work for a few years. When I saw the brilliant and beautiful world outside, I hated this family and my father even more. I thought it was a shame and a shame to have such an incompetent and extremely cruel father.
Later, I married a young man from a plain area in the neighboring county. I was glad that I had left the poor mountains and rivers and left this upset and dirty family.
Although it is only less than a hundred miles away, I came to visit my father during the Spring Festival for only one year. Later, I had two sons one after another, and the family burden was heavy. I only visited him once in several years, but my father never complained and gave him some agricultural and sideline products every time.
It was not until my brother passed away five years ago that I truly understood my father and understood how proud and lucky I was to have such a father.
understands how great and noble his father, who looks vulgar and cowardly, is that everything he does is something that few people in the world can do. No matter from that perspective, he is a perfect person.
Before my brother was buried, my father, who was in his seventies, cleaned his forty-year-old son and replaced it with the shroud he had prepared for his son and the brand new bedding pillow.
I watched my father do this and that for his deceased son, thinking about everything his father has done for forty years for his cerebral palsy son. Forty years, who can do this except my father, who will do this except my father, what have I done for his daughter, and what have I helped him.
A feeling of guilt and gratitude that was thicker than water a father-daughter relationship arose naturally, and I threw myself into my father's arms and cried. My father wiped my tears and said, "Ni, don't cry, you are so hard that you have finally survived with my miserable father and enjoyed your life."
My situation is like this: I gave birth to two sons on my shoulder. The father of the child suddenly suffered from cerebral hemorrhage at the age of 46, so he left me the two unmarried children who worked in the county town.
In order to buy RV for the eldest son and get married, I spent all my family savings, and my second son's marriage became a problem. I originally planned to be beaten up when my second son bought a house, but the three of us had no big problems (I have already worked as a nanny in the county town), but things were not that simple.
During the Spring Festival of the year, I wanted to reunite with my family to discuss the matter of my second son buying a house. But after I said a few words, my eldest daughter-in-law jumped up. She said that when my second son bought a house, they would not pay a penny, and she also asked me to transfer at least 2,000 yuan to him every month.
The reason is that the son she gave birth should be taken care of by my grandmother. Now her mother is watching, and I must pay my salary, otherwise I will get a divorce.
The second son, who was violently sentimental, became angry on the spot when he saw her sister-in-law's attitude. During the quarrel, the domineering eldest daughter-in-law spoke filthy words and scolded our ancestors for eight generations. The angry second son slapped her twice in the face.
The eldest son saw that his wife was beaten, and he also came up to beat his second brother. The family was in chaos and caused the table to be turned over and the bowls were in chaos.
The eldest daughter-in-law returned to her parents' home from then on. The son called her several times. They only had one condition: I never had to see the child, but she had to see a child care fee of 2,000 yuan a month. There was no way. In order for her son not to divorce, I had to settle their requirements.
The second son saw that there was no hope of buying a house, so he blamed me for his brother. He went to work in the south in anger, and since then he lost all news.
The domineering eldest daughter-in-law has since been strictly warned her husband to cut off all relations with me except for asking for the two thousand yuan. She also pays her son a penny and a penny. Even though I was hospitalized after I got uremia, my son could only come here twice, and even a single boy couldn't get the money.
At first, I could also come to County Hospital for dialysis by myself, but because it was difficult to support the required costs, the dialysis was not timely enough, and my condition became more and more serious and I could no longer take care of myself. I had no choice but to tell my only relative, my father in my seventies.
When I saw my father with a vicissitudes of life and a thin and thin face, I rushed to my bedside, and I threw myself into my father's arms and cried with emotion. When the people in the ward saw the father and daughter who were older, this true love was moved to tears.
I choked and said to my father, "Dad, my daughter is unfilial. I am so old that I still worry and feel distressed." Dad stroked my gray hair and said emotionally, "Ni, how old are you, it's my child, how sick are you? Dad doesn't care about it."
Because we were really unable to be hospitalized for treatment, after the condition stabilized, my father brought me back to his home to treat it with Chinese herbal medicine.
However, this disease cannot excrete toxins from the body without dialysis, and will have three highs, swelling all over the body, even bleeding stools and coma. The most effective method is dialysis. Although the country has now reduced the cost of this disease to a minimum, my father's life savings have been spent in two years.
There is no fear in love. At this moment, I let others record my mental journey, which is a kind of gratitude and repayment for fatherly love!
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