I have been close to my mother since I was a child, and my dad rarely cares about me. When I was 28 years old, my mother died, and the person who killed her was my father.
1.
0 The day my mother died was a winter.
That day I got up tremblingly early in the morning, washed, and went to training.
I graduated from the top 10 985 universities in China. I studied mechanical automation major in college, and my major is corresponding to my major and joined a central enterprise.
This week, I will give a lecture.
I stood at the door of the classroom early, watching students from all over the place come in one after another, rubbing their feet and pausing their heads, and as soon as I spoke, a ball of white gas floated in front of me.
8:30 training starts on time.
There are 100 people under the station. I turned on the PPT and it was too cold today. My hands were trembling for a long time. The computer couldn't be turned on, and the screen kept black.
Somehow, my heart was tight and panicked, and I was not in a state of decline.
finally turned on, and I started to speak officially. I used to be so eloquent that I was stuck several times and said the wrong words several times. It was obvious that the students in the audience were whispering.
I insisted on talking. When class was about to end, I saw the union chairman of our unit at the entrance of the classroom saying something to the meeting host. The meeting host looked at me on the stage with a shocked expression.
2 hours of class was relaxed and pleasant before, but today I was sweating profusely. I cleaned my computer and wiped my sweat with tissues. The union chairman came over and signaled the secretary next to me to help me clean up my bag.
Then I whispered to let me follow him. The car had already been arranged, and my heart couldn't help but hang.
walked to the car nervously, and the union chairman said with a serious look on his face, Comrade Xu Wei, you must be mourning and following changes, your mother passed away last night.
I was stunned, "Impossible. I called my mom yesterday morning, and she also said I would eat dumplings this week."
He patted my shoulder hard and took care of it!
I saw him with a serious face, and then looked at his secretary's serious and sympathetic look. I just felt my eyes turned black and my legs fell to the ground. The frozen soil in the winter rubbed against my face without any pain, and tears started to rush.
Two hours later, the courtyard at the door had already been replaced with decorations. My dad sat silently on the stool, and my mom was lying on the ground.
My sister saw me from afar and cried, "Brother, we have no mom!"
We hugged our heads and cried bitterly. After crying for a while, I sobbed and asked my sister, "My mother said yesterday that she made dumplings for me, why did it disappear at night?"
My sister cried even louder without answering the conversation.
Finally, my brother-in-law helped her aside.
My dad sat there like a wooden man, and I squatted beside him and said, Dad, why did my mom say it’s gone?
My dad didn't look at me either, he just cried.
I touched my mother's hand, but it was still soft and gentle. Thinking of my mother who smiled yesterday said that she would make dumplings for me, and that it would be a day when the yin and yang were separated. My God, I cried heart-wrenchingly.
My sister and brother-in-law came up to pull me, and several relatives were also persuading me.
I was finally tired from crying. After adjusting my emotions, I asked my sister again.
My sister wanted to speak but stopped, and cried and held my hand and said, "Brother, no one can be resurrected, so don't ask.
I'm even more anxious, I have nothing to say.
asked again, my sister just cried.
I was so anxious.
I was so anxious.
The next day, my sister and my aunt gave my mother a bath. I helped get several big buckets of hot water.
closed the door less than five minutes later, and I heard my sister inside. He shouted, "My poor mother." Then my sister and aunt cried loudly, and I felt strange. Why did I cry so hard this time and couldn't go in, so anxious that I scratched my head.
Just as my brother-in-law came over, I asked my brother-in-law how my mother left, but my brother-in-law didn't say a word.
When my sister and aunt came out, both of them were crying and swollen. As soon as I saw me, my sister hugged me and cried.
I said, "Sister, what's going on, you tell me, you're so anxious. "My sister just whimpered.
My aunt went out with a sad face, and I followed my aunt from afar, and heard my aunt and uncle crying: Xu Qiang, a thousand-killed man, beat my sister so badly."
When I heard this, I rushed over and cried and said, "Auntie, was my mother beaten to death by my dad? "
Suddenly, someone rushed out of the darkness. The two of them were shocked and looked carefully. It was me.
My aunt hesitated for a while and said, "It was not a beating to death, but a drink of pesticides. It was a full bottle. He cried out again.
Then you just said that the fight was so bad?
"Did you hear it?"
"Yes".
"Oh, I just bathed your mother, and my whole back was green."
"My poor sister," my aunt burst into tears.
I finally figured out the cause of my mother's death.
I looked for my dad everywhere, and the Kung Fu disappeared after a while.
2.
My father and mother were from the 1960s. My father teaches elementary school and now manages logistics in the school and is the logistics director. My mother used to be a primary school teacher, but later, in order to give birth to me, she went home to be a full-time housewife.
I went to elementary school and then went to the kindergarten next to elementary school to be a life teacher.
My mother is beautiful and gentle. The cooking is very delicious.
When I was in elementary school, I liked mathematics. She always told stories about Chen Jingrun and I listened to them.
I like to listen to my mother telling stories the most. I lie beside my mother, turn off the light, and my mother touches my back. It’s really uncomfortable.
Junior high school, high school, my mother concentrates on cooking for me and conditioning my body. One year I had shingles and my mother didn't sleep for several nights, for fear that I would catch it on my face.
My dad has never cared about his family since he was a child, and he only saw him eating, sleeping and watching TV.
Sometimes I ask him about mathematics, and he waved his hand and pushed it to my mother. He asked your mother, "Your mother used to teach mathematics."
It was not until the third day when my mother was in funeral that she saw my dad. He walked in the team crying and staggered.
I was angry, angry and sad, and sent my mother away.
After I got home, I looked for my dad and suppressed my anger. I took a stool and called my dad to sit down. My dad looked a little scared and sat tremblingly, not looking at me.
I gritted my teeth and said: Dad, how did my mom die? "
My father didn't say a word, and then he cried when he asked again.
I was furious and grabbed both sides of his shoulders. He was scared and shouted desperately to my sister: "Xu Jing Xu Jing".
My sister, my brother-in-law and several relatives surrounded me, and my father cried loudly, as if he was so wronged.
I lifted him up with force. Do you say it?
The person next to him quickly pulled the ground and pulled it.
After a while, he still said nothing.
About the next morning, I looked for other breakthroughs.
Aunt Liu, who was sweeping the floor in the yard, lived in the yard for nearly 30 years. My husband left and relied on sweeping the floor to pick up rags to make a living.
When I was a kid, my mother saw it. She was pitiful and often gave her the dumplings she made.
Aunt Liu said with tears in her eyes that my father had found a woman outside. My mother once told her so much that she cried.
I don’t know the specific situation.
I asked my sister, and my sister finally said it.
It turned out that my father had been hooking up with a woman in the school logistics department. It has been many years since it was said that the woman was pregnant. , my dad, no, the old beast is not worthy of calling him dad, so the old beast forces my mom to divorce.
My mom doesn't want to leave. The night before the two of them fought at home. The old beast ran away after the argument, and then my mom drank pesticides.
It was not until the next morning that the old beast came home. My mom died like this.
My sister said, "Brother, I dare not tell you, don't do stupid things.
I thought about my mother carrying a wound on her back. How painful it was and how desperate it was. Tears were like a dam breaking, surging endlessly.
I locked myself in the room, I missed my mother, my mother raised me, I didn’t protect my mother, I didn’t fulfill my filial piety, I hate that old beast.
On the first seventh day of my mother, early in the morning, I heard someone talking at home, and the old beast and the aunt were outside.
Damn, the old beast is chatting and laughing, still laughing. My mom was killed by him and he was still laughing.
I was so angry.
Just heard a voice saying, kill him, stab him to death...
I opened the door and everyone looked over at it in unison.I saw the old beast smiling, and I quickly walked to the kitchen, picked up my mother's knife to cut vegetables, and turned around and chopped at the old beast.
I shouted "Kill you old beast" while trying hard to chop the old beast.
These people are so annoying. They pulled me and refused to let me chop them. I was angry and chopped them off according to the old beast's butt, and blood splashed out.
is so good, it’s good that the old beast will die.
I saw my mother and she smiled at me, Mom, I miss you so much.
3.
How do I sleep in the hospital?
Doctor said I was sick and had to be hospitalized.
I asked if the old beast was dead?
The doctor ignored me.
I am confused every day, except sleeping and eating.
I asked the nurse who gave me medicine, and she said I had been hospitalized for a month and could go home after resting.
By the way, I want to go home, I haven't seen my mom for a long time.
is wrong, my mother is dead, I burst into tears.
My sister took me home, and my sister cried as soon as she saw me.
What's there to cry about? I'm not dead, it's my mother who died.
After I got home, I gradually realized that the medicine prescribed by the hospital was to nourish my nerves. My sister said that the doctor said it was overthinking and asked me to rest at home and cooperate with the medicine.
My sister said, my mother looked at me in the sky, I have to be fine, otherwise, my mother will be sad.
, I can't make my mom sad, I have to be fine.
The unit approved my year of sick leave. The union chairman told me to cultivate well and not to think randomly. Let’s forget about what has been gone.
I am at home every day, except for eating or going out for a walk. Since my mom died, my neighbors have talked less to me.
I slipped to the old beast school for nothing, oh, the old beast is not dead. He was at work, and when he saw me, he turned around and left as if he saw a ghost. I didn't chase
either.
I will look for this woman Zhang Meili.
There is a picture on the school bulletin board, looking like you are in your 30s. He smiled, is it cheap or not?
I picked the picture down and crushed it, stepped on it a few more times before I waved my hand to go home.
After half a year, I gradually got better.
I keep exercising every day, and my sister takes me to check it out, I don’t think it’s necessary. The doctor said he recovered well.
I saw tears flashing in my sister's eyes.
Since my mother died, my sister has tears.
I told my sister that I am going to take the postgraduate entrance examination, and my sister said yes.
Anyway, I have been preparing for the exam at home for half a year.
Wash your own laundry and cook, prepare for the exam every day, and live a fulfilling life. It was getting colder, and I learned to sew quilts at home. It was done by my mother before.
I miss my mom again.
I heard the sound of opening the door, pushed it open, and saw that the old beast had returned. He hadn't seen him for several months, so where did he hide.
I want to take the exam, I don’t bother with him.
I just closed the door and did my own thing.
is wrong, why are there female voices? Talking and laughing with the old beast.
I opened the door again and saw an old beast with a woman in the living room. The old beast was pretending, the woman was sitting and her belly was thrusting.
As soon as they looked up, they both fell silent when they saw me.
I pointed to Zhang Meili's belly and said, "Is this my mother got pregnant when she was not dead?"
The old beast kept silent, and I said, "Abstain from evil, abort."
The old beast still didn't say anything, pulled Zhang Meili out and wanted to go out, so I said, "It must be abort."
just go to pull the beautiful.
Zhang Meili turned around and called me a "crazy crazy". I was angry, and I heard in my ears "Kill the evil seeds, kill the evil seeds...
I rushed into the kitchen and chopped Zhang Meili's stomach with a kitchen knife.
This bitch woman killed my mother and wanted to have a baby. There were old beasts who chopped her together.
The old beast ran away with fear and pulled Zhang Meili.
I was chasing her from behind.
The old beast had blood on her face and legs, and Zhang Meili was also covered in blood. I didn't know that I cut a few times, but I was trying hard to cut her. Anyway, it was so fucking good.
only remembers that many people in the yard pulled me, and I was afraid of hurting others, so I couldn't cut it. I was exhausted and fainted.
4.
I was in the hospital again.
My sister came to see me and cried as soon as she saw me, her eyes full of tears.
My sister said that the old beast was hospitalized and had slashed his thighs and backs, and he couldn't get out for a while.
Zhang Meili was injured on her back and her stomach was severely damaged. The month is getting older, so it can only cause labor.
I smiled, okay, it’s better to die, it’s so fucking relieved.
Three months later, I was discharged from the hospital.
Go home and live in the small courtyard where my mother lives.
Do laundry, cook, read books, and play chess every day, and your life is quite easy.
The old beast never returned.
My sister said he was afraid that I would cut him down again.
Zhang Meili resigned and left.
My sister said, brother, now we are relieved. We no longer have to worry about the past, let go of everything and live a good life.
On the third year memorial day, my sister cooked a table of dishes, and my aunt, uncle and my sister's family of three had dinner together.
After drinking a few glasses of wine, I burst into tears. I said to my sister, "Sister, if my mother is alive, she will be 56 this year, right?
My sister and my aunt both said yes.
I wiped my face and said, "Sister, I miss my mother." ”
