Text: Drunken Xin
His father is from Shandong, his mother is from Hebei, and they met in Ningxia by chance. The bits and pieces of love between the two when they were young are treasured in their mother's diary.
On a certain day in a certain year, a certain month, "I always feel happy to get along with him, his words and deeds are very pleasing to the eye, he also has many shortcomings, I look at these shortcomings with a smile, but why is he always angry with me, he just loves to anger me with his eyes, today he is angry with me again, why do I still think about him."
Time calculation, he is his father in his mother's diary, a girl in her early twenties, although a little sad, but very happy. The effect of small contradictions between lovers is self-evident. ）
On a certain day, "Today he cut pears for me to eat, but I didn't eat them, it's really stupid, how can I eat pears separately." (It seems that this is intended to be held for life).
On a certain day, "his father was the guard of the ** marshal, after the liberation of Shanghai, he followed the ** marshal in Shanghai for eight years, his mother went to Shanghai to see his father, his father gave up everything and went back to his hometown with her." He said that for your sake, I could also abandon everything". (Time has verified the promise, the father is really good to the mother).
Later, they got married, their ordinary life began, and their mother's diary matured. "Eggs are worth yuan, meat is worth yuan, vegetables and fruits are yuan, and a pair of shoes and clothes are bought for children." Thorough ledger!
On a certain day, "in this world, only he can take care of me so carefully." (Mother had surgery that year).
On a certain day, "When he was chatting with the children today, he whispered that I fell in love with your mother when I first saw her." I was making dumplings and was very touched when I heard it. ”
Once, my father got off the night shift, and our mothers and sisters had already slept, and my father saw my unclosed composition, and found that I wrote a word "wind and lightning speed" in my composition, and always felt that there was a problem with the expression, and after checking the dictionary, he left me a note "'Wind and speed' should be 'wind and lightning'", and when I saw the note, my face turned red, because I was a little confused about this word when I wrote it, because I was too sleepy, so I was too lazy to look up the dictionary.
In my first exam of solid geometry, I scored less than 80 points. After that, my mother accompanied me to do math problems every night, and we also competed to see who could solve the problems faster, and most of the time, I couldn't beat my mother.
In the final exam that year, I scored 100 points in solid geometry. My father's note and my mother's companion reading have always been in my heart like a ring ruler.
In 1997, my father got the opportunity to go to Beijing Coal Management Cadre College to go to university. One day when I came home from school at noon, my mother whispered to my brother and me, "Today the mine said that you won't let your dad go to Beijing to go to university, your dad must be very uncomfortable, don't make your dad unhappy."
After a while, my father returned, and I didn't see any difference in my expression as usual, because we were still young at that time, and thought that my mother's worries were a little unnecessary.
Many years later, I understood that people who came over in that era, who didn't have a college dream, even though my father had a lot of pressure in his heart, but he still stood still in front of us, in order to give our mother the greatest confidence.
After a lot of twists and turns, my father finally got the opportunity to go to college. However, there was huge economic pressure, and the family of 4 and 3 people were in school, but the monthly income was only more than 400 yuan. My mother said to my father, "Don't worry, I'm at home."
My father was frugal on the university campus in Beijing, and his living expenses were only 100 yuan a month. While my mother took care of my brother and I to go to school, she sold home-made lunch boxes, dug sewer pipes, helped in a tofu factory, and sewed sweaters for a garment shop.
My younger brother and I won the honor of outstanding class cadres and three good students, and my father's graduation was also rated as excellent in Beijing Coal Management Cadre College.
In 2013, my grandmother passed away. The news was told to me by my father in my hometown in Shandong, I happened to be by my mother's side at the time, and after I carefully told my mother the news, my mother burst into tears, "Decades of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, reluctant."
During the Mid-Autumn Festival in 2017, my grandmother was seriously ill. The night before we returned to Ningxia, we thought that this farewell might be the separation of yin and yang, and my father had no sleep all night.
In April 2018, just after the Qingming Festival, my grandmother, who had been in a coma for 13 days, was gone, and as a son-in-law, I was not among the guards, and my father woke up at three o'clock on the eve of the funeral, and sat quietly in front of the coffin to accompany my grandmother.
On the day of my grandmother's funeral, my mother cried and said to us, "Mom has no mother."
On that day, my father wrote a long paragraph in my diary for my mother:
On a certain day, a certain month, after the hard days, my mother was old, and the good days began, but my mother was gone; I traveled far away when my mother was alive, and when I came back, my mother was gone. No matter how much the mother gives to the child, she always feels indebted; No matter how little the daughter gives to her mother, she says that she is filial. My mom is gone, no one calls me "daughter" anymore, and I feel lonely and ethereal like never before.
Mom didn't think it was an honor to be a daughter when she was there, and when Mom left, she knew that she was done as a daughter in this life, and she didn't know if it would be my turn to be a daughter in the next life.
When I was a child, my mother's knee was a handrail, and when I grew up, my mother's shoulder was a handrail, and my mother's expectation was a handrail when I traveled away from home. A thousand drops of my mother's blood gave me a life, even if I am very filial, it is difficult to repay a lifetime of kindness. May Mother rest in peace in the Spirit of Heaven! ”
-Accompany my mother to send my grandmother to the end, and I feel it.