Then the family of six people, in my grandfather that the additional exploitation of the father's monthly salary forty-four yuan. But not like my grandfather, he knows everyone peace of mind in particular, his aim is to survive day after day: to do more to do more to help the less to the less one.
I have all these common sense is unknown. So later on, my mother saw me and dad quarrel, left open the door, silent silent she go outside.
Grandfather's attitude toward the father is obviously, an opening to prove that the father is correct. The godfather and godmother indulgence of the previous formation of my arrogant character, this time has also been a drastic. So I see the situation change, no change to my situation can be more battles, more to say. So I told my father's fault, similar to soap, clothes hanging in the wrong place the wrong nail Rights Rights Rights stand sitting crooked friends like these Zaozao oblique accusations, I feel like the streets buzzing, like car horns rang forever, but also turned a deaf ear to do rarely talk back, and then, crying is a patent.
But more unbearable, or hungry.
Hungry age can best embody the charm and value of mathematics. Family means a person to eat a sixth of the others eat a bite. Dad is the master guarding porcelain furnace provided the gateway, you need to sweat to pay the physical, so my mother first to her husband Guzhe eat, and then her father, on the fear under the fear of empty empty two of her children --- a brother, a six-year-old is a long bone it, most can not withstand the hunger, face up against the sallow sallow, hungry little hands patting his stomach crying wah-wah. In this way, my mother would think she is the most people should not eat, so that she presided over the pot is always against her.
Years supply of food to eat, and my father for 40 pounds, my mother and I are both 26 pounds, 16 pounds of the two brothers, grandfather did not account for non-food. This was the empty stomach food into the intestines to go thin, dry sand as the fall-so easy to digest. So forget ledger after her mother every day, with the balance that a pound of flour mixed with soy sauce samgun scum, turned into a dark pot post; pound twenty-two sorghum into the water, fill up the large steel fine pot, put the increased viscosity base surface coming to the point where no rice, people can drink the stomach. But the porridge still feel empty all do finish all the panic, so we lick their bowl clean. Then we three siblings with a teaspoon to scrape the pot to wash the point where almost no one meal has truly ended. Mother every day, save to mention the scale to be able to eat a meal every Sunday of the green onion pancake white face.
Eat once a week, green onion pancake, but often heard my mother exclaimed: yo! How wrong I have a few, less baked one!
Six of eleven cakes, each of us two, my mother one.
Middle of the night woke up many times, I saw my mother got up softly, vinegar and soy sauce with a bowl of soup open water, to drive away the hunger.
It was at those two years, every meal time, I feel a cold swept from side to my father. I was determined to do as a free man, but I could not do, eat a meal there must be several times turned to look.
A look cried, falling into the bowl until the tears blah.
Mother angrily rebuked me: do not eat properly, take a look at what the East see the West!
I think unknown to her mother, crying, defense: He glares at me Dad!
"How do I stare at you?" Dad said with surprise: "how do I know you do not stare at me staring at you?"
"Flat!" Grandfather blame me: "to write quickly ate your homework to do more than you!"
I always thought that my grandfather did not care about me, but there are times he is behind the sigh said to me: You are the lady flat body maidservants life, understand? Your father he is your elder, but they feed you, forbearance and tolerance what is difficult? Do not anything serious. Keep in mind yet? Mark my words did not? Ah?
Just this little bit, I have warm blood through the body, so I know he is still my mother's father, my grandfather.
Walking in the street, how I envy those who are parents of children holding hands, four eyes of their intimacy watching, what will feel happy?
So I thought, no I am so unfortunate children.
At that time we lived in Baotou City Qingshan District, Sha Yan Road, 81 7. Backyard of a girl with me in different classes but the same school, so go the same way to school every day, and gradually get together and say hello to go, she called Lin beads.
Say that women are better at talking than men, so it should be from childhood? And Lin beads together for some time know, I will tell her own sufferings, that my father always finding fault, children reprove me that I was eating when they are under his breath.
Many unexpected things as much as the small beads at the time asked me a question: Is he your pro-father?
... ... Is not ah.
That there is nothing strange for? Me that it was real mother, after her father if you do not.
I am stunned, stood in the end not to go ask her how it was.
"I dare talk back to her? Top one she can strangle me! You know how she pinched me? Let me take off her pants, pinch in my leg, do not believe I let you see, my legs can be ugly , red and purple, and there are black and blue it! "said beads, tears stream line by line:" She would not let me ... ... crying, afraid of her neighbors heard the joke. "
Pinch in the thigh by my mother, It's incredible! After my father did not poke a finger on me too! My heart is shaking, and then followed her to cry.
Beads mother gave birth to three years, two daughters, a sister beads. Mother because of poor health, milk is not enough food to eat, too much too tired to start annoying the beads. Beads alone with her mother that she can be nervous that one day house two relatives, she only slept with her mother in a quilt, Oh, next to my mother's side of the body feel like a long thorn, in particular, particularly hard for me to how the arm taut legs could not sleep. A night like this boil, covered with the bones of dawn to get up with the bulk of the aircraft as the pain. The results also accused her mother: dead girl twisted her face there all night! So you screw with me?
Suddenly! There is a feeling in my heart changing.
Go home after school that day, there are times when I look back to spy dad, until my father somehow asked me: how a flat?
And I reached a conclusion: his eyes does not matter how "cold", I more than happy rush of the beads.
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