I almost forgot about what happened before I was seven years old. I only remember that my mother was very busy in my memory, and the only one who was accompanying me was my breast mother. The mother has a round face that looks like a watermelon, her eyes are shiny, not tall, and

I have almost forgotten what happened before I was seven years old. I only remember that my mother in my memory is very busy, and the only one who is accompanying me is my breast mother.

The mother has a round face that looks like a watermelon, her eyes are shiny, not tall, and her skin is a little yellow and white. She always wears a black and gray coarse cloth clothes.

The mother is called Xiaoxiang. She has taken care of me since she was a child. My mother is a reporter from a newspaper and she basically has no time to take care of me. My father is a university professor.

Every evening, wearing a Zhongshan outfit , carrying a black Chinese bag in his hand, walked into the door, picked up the towel hanging at the door, and swept the dust on his body.

"Sir, you are back, and my wife said that if there is something tonight, the newspaper may come back later, so please give me a meal first."

The breast mother Xiaoxiang in my memory always has a smile on her face and is very respectful. At this time, when I was three years old, I always clamored to ask my father to hug me, and my father raised me up with a smile.

Once, when I was five years old, I asked "My mother, why don't you go to the table with us for dinner?"

When my breast mother heard my words, she became frightened and told me in a low voice, "Speak softly, you can't tell your parents about this, how can you eat with you?"

I nodded in a daze. I was very surprised that my breast mother always sat alone on a small stool in the kitchen and chewing steamed buns. There were several times when I wanted to eat with my breast mother.

were taken back to the house by the breast mom and told me what she had eaten that the child would not be able to speak after eating. Now I think about it so ridiculous.

When my father asked me to read and read, I could not remember it. My father had a stern face. At that time, I was so scared that I always ran into the arms of my breast mom.

The breast mom gently coaxed me and said that only by reading and literacy can I become a high-ranking official in the future. At that time, I didn’t know what the high-ranking official meant, so I asked the breast mom in confusion.

"I became a high-ranking official, can I eat candy every day? Can I still play with Xiaopang?"

Xiaopang is the little girl next door, two years younger than me. I always like to play with her, but my mother said that her mother is a fair woman who is not allowed to play with her.

My mother smiled and said to me, "Of course."

I was very happy, and then I would not be opposed to studying anymore. Later, the situation was turbulent, and my mother was not at work, and the only pillar of the family was the only one.

Therefore, my mother was also quit. When I was seven years old, I cried to death, but unfortunately I couldn’t change anything after all. Then I stayed with my mother every day from now on.

I often think of my breast mom. When I don’t have a breast mom, I kicked the quilt at night and no one covered me with it. My mother always said she wanted to be independent.

I slept alone at the age of eight. Gradually, I became sensible, and my memory of my breast mother began to fade, and many things became vague.

I met my breast mom again when I was seventeen years old. During this period, I went home from school that day, and there was a man wearing a black and gray coarse cloth and patched pants sitting at home.

The face was dark, the eyes were numb, the hands were rough, and the calluses were circling in the palms of the hands, holding each other nervously.

's eyes were erratic, and I could see that she was very nervous. When I saw me asking softly, "Hello, Young Master!"

I walked over happily, trying to hug her, but my mother suddenly took several steps back.

said nervously, "Young Master, my body is very dirty, it's better to stay away."

I thought she would also hug me and call me, the young master, would definitely ask if I miss her over the years?

But I didn't hear a single word I wanted to hear.

The breast mother looked at me with only nervousness and respect, and she was not as loving as she was when she was a child.

"Xiao Zheng is back, go into the house to do your homework first!"

At this time, my mother seemed to be holding something in her hand and pushed me away. I didn't say anything, and walked straight into the house and closed the door.

I don’t know what happened later. It was not until my 22-year-old that my mother told me the story of her breast mom.

The breast mom Xiaoxiang was recruited by a family who had some money since she was a child and became a child bride.

Xiaoxiang's husband is ten years older than Xiaoxiang. It is better to say that he is a child bride, but it is a slave he bought.

Xiaoxiang has been from a poor family since childhood, and her parents have five or six children at all, so she can't support so many.

can only send Xiaoxiang, who is only eight years old, to a rich local family as a child bride.

Xiaoxiang had to get up to cook before dawn and take care of the family. Later, the family fell lonely, leaving only her husband and Xiaoxiang.

The husband has always been used to being the eldest young master, but suddenly he became lonely. Solving food and clothing has become a problem.

So Xiaoxiang entered the city and became a breastfeeding mother for others. I worked in my house for seven years, and later helped me wash clothes and work as a nanny.

Xiaoxiang's husband is idle all day long and knows to use that little money to squander.

Xiaoxiang has a son. That time she went to the city to find her home because she had no choice and wanted to borrow ten yuan from her home.

I asked my mother if she had the money lent to her? Mother nodded.

money was paid back two years later and Xiaoxiang's son sent it to him. After learning about

, I realized that Xiaoxiang had disappeared a few years ago, and I couldn't help but stay in place.

The scene of my childhood appeared in my mind, and I panted and asked my mother how she died?

According to Xiaoxiang's son, that winter, Xiaoxiang came back from her employer's house and saw her husband hang out at home with a fair woman.

Xiaoxiang couldn't stand it and insulted her husband for a while, but she thought that it was her husband who punched and kicked her.

Due to long-term work, Xiaoxiang's body was no longer vulnerable. She was dying after being beaten that time.

When he returned home, his son saw his mother's appearance, he hurriedly sent the person to the clinic. The doctor said that his mother had tuberculosis and had been in trouble for a long time, and he was afraid he could not survive the winter.

Xiaoxiang did not survive that winter, and that day she went to the river to wash clothes as usual.

coughed a few times and fell into the water. Fortunately, the villagers caught it and only breathed it.

Before dying, Xiaoxiang told her son that there is nine yuan and eighty cents in the bedside table. You make up for the rest and send it to the family.

Xiaoxiang closed her eyes after saying that. After Xiaoxiang left, her husband had lost all the capital he squandered. He owed a lot of money and always liked to gamble in the city.

was beaten to death in a stinky ditch, and his son was stinky when he found out.

When I heard these things, my heart was mixed. I couldn't imagine that it was the last time I met my breast mom.

I asked my mother how her mother's son was later?

My mother told me that my mother's son could barely live by pulling a rickshaw now, and she also married a wife. I heard that I went back to the countryside together a few years ago, so my mother didn't know the story behind it.