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The elders in the family seemed to know something, and they chased after their father with motorcycles. Several motorcycles were chasing on the street. Soon, a group of people chased them to the hospital. At this time, some went to the front desk to register, some were anxiously looking for a doctor, and some rushed to the emergency department. At this time, the sound of running footsteps, the sound of iron rods, and the sound of wheels gradually became more and more clear to my mother. With the help of doctors, nurses, and father, the mother was rushed to the operating room. A group of people suddenly sat quietly outside the operating room, not even daring to gasp, and frowned, looking worried and expecting.
The only thing I could hear was the howling of wolves coming from the operating room and the constant commands of the doctor. The scene was very intense, like being tortured in purgatory.
One hour, two hours. . . . .
Until the seventh hour, when the sun had risen from behind the mountain, there was also the sound of wow wow crying in the operating room. Immediately, the whole family smiled happily, and one by one couldn't wait to lie in front of the operating door, looking across the iron door to the operating room. At this time, a tightly wrapped doctor was holding a little man wrapped in a towel in his hands. Everyone stood around the little man with happy expressions and visited the little man's facial features one after another.
"Look, it looks like Dad." Chunsheng looked over, and a woman with neat ponytails who seemed to be only about 1.5 in height said happily. She is my great aunt, my father's sister. Afterward, a group of people continued to join in. The doctor said with a smile on his face: "Congratulations, congratulations, I have won a daughter who weighs 4.8 kilograms." Hearing this sentence, everyone's expressions froze there. slowly dimmed. At this time, the grandmother kept saying in her mouth: "Why is a girl, what's the use of having a girl, raising her for more than 20 years and finally marrying her is like pouring out water, following outsiders, even children It's better to adopt someone else's surname directly." She vented her dissatisfaction extremely. Everyone also slowly dispersed, and without the surprises before, they all found a reason and left the hospital one after another. The newly born child was also taken to the nursery by the doctor. The mother in the operating room was transferred to the ordinary ward by the doctors and nurses. Only my father was left sitting in front of my mother's bed and silently watching my mother. From beginning to end, I didn't say anything. It seemed like I was making a decision. digesting something. . .
When my mother was confined, no one from my grandmother and others helped take care of my mother and my little me. My mother was taking care of everything at the time. However, according to the custom, women are not allowed to touch the water and the wind when they are confined. But when my mother was in confinement, she had to do everything herself, and no one around wanted to help, they all watched indifferently.
Soon my mother was pregnant again after confinement. Because of my pregnancy, I couldn't take care of myself when I was young. My mother had to send me to my grandmother's house. After three years, I had begun to slowly learn to walk. On this day, my grandmother suddenly came to visit me and told me Everyone was very flattered. Afterward, my grandma called my mother and told her, "I'm going to take my granddaughter to play with me for a few days." At that time, my mother and father had just started a small business, and the store was very busy. He readily agreed.
I was taken by my grandmother to a far and remote village, where people were crowded and staring at me. Grandma dressed me in new clothes and placed me in the center of a painted gossip array, and in front of me was an aunt with a strange mask holding a wooden sword in front of me, dancing a strange dance in front of me, mouth chanting strange incantations. At that time, I didn't know anything, I didn't know anything. It was only later that I heard from my grandmother that all the neighbors knew about it. At that time, a neighbor ran to the house to complain about the mother and said to the mother: "You are busy with business, and you have to take care of your daughter. How can you let her be taken away?" Go and do it." After hearing this, my mother ran to the village so angry and panicked, and took me home. At that time, my mother threw the cup at my father for the first time and then said very angry and sad. What maddening and vicious things Grandma did. At this time, my grandmother saw that her plan had failed, and began to yell at my father and mother in front of my house for being unfilial, and my mother also vented her dissatisfaction with my father at home. . .
Only later did I find out that my grandmother took me to that village because my aunt and uncle had no children for many years together, so my grandmother took such a selfish and desperate risk.
Because of this incident, I have been living with my mother, father, and younger brother, but I became no longer happy and tried my best to escape from this family. Because I feel like this family doesn't need my presence at all. Even out of place. When I saw my mother kissing my brother's happy and tender expression countless times, when I saw my brother kissing my mother's cheek with a happy and contented expression countless times, countless times when I saw my father put my brother on his shoulder and keep spinning in circles, countless times when I saw my Every time my brother makes a mistake, I have to be punished together every time. It was unfair treatment. I saw countless times at the dinner table, my mother served my brother vegetables, and countless times I saw my father take my brother around to play and visit guests. These scenes always make me feel that the three of them are a family, and I watch them love each other like a stranger. At that moment, my little heart began to have resentment and grievances, so I began to become rebellious.
When I was in the first grade of elementary school, I was responsible for all the household chores: laundry, dishes, cooking and taking care of my younger brother, etc. Because my father always said that I was a sister and a girl, I had to take care of my younger brother at home and take care of the whole family; if I didn't do one thing well, I would get bad words from my father and mother and be beaten. So much so that I vented all my dissatisfaction in the school. So I didn't listen carefully in class every day, bullied anyone I couldn't understand, and failed the exam because I didn't do my homework.
I remember very clearly once that my deskmate and I drew a 38 line on the desk with white chalk. This 38 line was to prevent the two sides from exceeding the size of their desk. At that time, my tablemate passed the 38th line, and I reminded him: "Lin Zixiang, you have passed the 38th line, hurry up and take your hand back, or I will hit you." My tablemate seemed to have not heard at the time. Keeping my hand on my desk territory, I was very angry and swiped my fist vigorously like his body. I don't know that he is getting more and more excessive, but he will go over a wide range without taking his hand back. So, I clawed at the back of his hand with my sharp fingernails, but he still didn't take it back, so I clawed down on his palm harder, and this time, he took it back.
After school, he ran home to complain to his mother. Soon his mother came to our house and showed my parents the nail prints on his son's hand. At that time, I clearly remember that my father beat me severely without asking me the reason, and was punished to stand in front of the house all afternoon. Listen to the words of the three of them caring for each other inside. All the grievances and dissatisfaction I had accumulated at that time burst out at this moment. It was the first time I loudly questioned my parents: "I'm not your dog, so why should I come and go as soon as you call me? Every time my brother makes a mistake, I will also be beaten, brother what? I don't have to do it, but I have to do all the housework and be scolded by you. It was my brother who made me angry, but you just said a word and passed. You are a girl every day, it should be like this, it should be like that Son. Are girls born to live for boys? Can’t they be better than them? I don’t see how girls are worse than boys. If you hate me so much, why did you give birth to me, since the three of you are like this If you live in harmony, don’t take me home? I want to go back to my grandmother’s house. I don’t have parents and family like you.” After hearing this, my father whipped me angrily. At that time, my whole body was covered with red welts, some of which were torn and bleeding. At this time, my mother sat in the chair and scolded me sternly: "Why I'll tell you now. Every time I receive complaints from your teachers, it's either that you didn't listen carefully in class, or that you didn't finish the homework after class. It's not because you're confused in the exam, or you're making trouble at school every day. Think about the teachers you've met, which one has praised you? If you say it, I'll apologize to you for what happened today. It's not me. If you want to compare, look at your younger brother, who was also born to the same mother. Every time he scores first in his year, he even becomes the monitor, and the teacher praises him every day. Why don't you think about yourself? The problem? If you fail the test again, your parents will ask your father to go, and it will be shameful for me not to go to your class." This lesson made the seeds of my psychological imbalance deepen, and at the same time, it also caused me to distance myself from my parents. further and further. I was afraid to let them know my inner thoughts and secrets, and I started to learn to be silent and say nothing. Just keep everything in your heart. . .
Later, I studied hard, and my grades gradually went from the first-class derivative to the key junior high school, and then to the key high school. . .
During my high school vacation, I took a taxi home by myself, when suddenly I heard voices from my mother and her friends in the living room. I subconsciously hid behind the stairs. At this time, I heard my mother say something sincere to her friend: "If you plan to have a child, you must bring it up yourself; if you can't do it, don't. My child is never close. My daughter has never drank my breast milk once since she was a child. Because of her mother-in-law's patriarchal concept, she had to give birth to a boy. When my confinement was just over, I found out that I was pregnant again. Because of this, I kept my daughter at my parents' house and didn't take her home until she was sensible. I'm ashamed to say that I didn't play a good role as a mother in this regard. I'm very sorry for this. Child, because it is difficult to give birth to the younger son, so I always take him by my side, and I will give more emotion to the younger son, but for the eldest daughter, I can only provide her with the best learning environment, the best The material needs of her, to balance her love for the two children. However, she told me that I have always been partial to the younger son and do not love him. Who knows, her father and I love her more than her father. The younger son is a lot more. We worry more about her than her brother. It’s just that we don’t know how to express it to her. We can only do our best to provide her with the best conditions. As a mother, I do owe her a word Apologize, she has been very sensible since she was a child. She helps us take care of the housework and her younger brother. Because of the high expectations for her, she always thinks that she should be able to do better, and is too strict with her. I ignored her true thoughts." At that time, when I heard this apology, my tears flowed out unsatisfactorily until my entire face was soaked.
At this moment, my heart began to slowly reconcile with myself, gradually disintegrating myself. I began to learn to accept slowly, to accept my parents' unique love for me, and to slowly affirm myself. . .
When I graduated from high school, I was going to face a critical moment in choosing a college. My father and I each had a pen, a notebook, a mobile phone, and a computer. We didn’t eat or drink. From the daytime to the early morning of the next day, we kept listing the names of the universities and the majors of the universities we were in. , admission scores, rankings. Then call one by one to ask the admissions office of the school.
Occasionally, I looked up and saw my father taking notes seriously on the desk. How I wish time was here right now - because my father was learning about universities across the country for me. He flipped through thousands of pages of college guidebooks. The incandescent light fell on his hair, and his face, a trace of white hair flickered under the light, and the wrinkles at the end of his eyes were covered. At this moment, I felt in a trance that the passage of time was so fast and silent. It seemed that I had missed something important in my heart, but the feeling of powerlessness that I couldn't grasp also flooded my heart.
Yes, my father is getting old slowly. He is no longer as strong as he was when he was a child, no longer as severe as he used to be. . . At this moment, we are really like a loving father and daughter, quiet and warm. At this moment, I am no longer a rebellious little girl, and I am no longer alienated from my parents. I have grown up slowly and become a big girl. At this moment, how much I want to be close to my parents, my brother. Not for everything else, just because of the love in my heart. . .
Time flies, and I have spent my time studying harder at the university. I met a group of like-minded friends. We went to school together, did our homework together, discussed the problems in our studies together, finished school together, and tasted the food near the university together. . . We have done a lot of meaningful things together, and we are like pillars, supporting each other. The same thing is that I often call back to share my fun with my parents, listen to them play funny jokes with me on the phone, carefully and caringly tell me to pay attention to the words of concern about my body, you know, at that time I am very happy and warm. At the same time, I miss them very much.
In 2011, the whole world was threatened by the virus, which caused many storefronts to close down. Of course, our family business has also been greatly affected. In the face of the crisis, my parents were also under tremendous pressure. During this period, my mother would always talk on the phone about the recent sluggish business, low income, etc. Every time, I listened to my mother very patiently and comforted her: "Hey, now we are difficult, and everyone is also difficult, so it is better to be down-to-earth and live our duty well.” This time, I realized how difficult and difficult it was for my parents to make money outside. At this moment, the seeds buried in my heart began to germinate again, this time not for hatred, but protection. Use your way and strength to protect my father, mother, and brother. This time, I learned to love. . .
It wasn't until 2018 that I met him, and we soon formed a family. In the following year, I gave birth to a baby boy and a baby girl. In getting along with my children, husband, and mother-in-law, I slowly came to understand that my mother and father were well-inattention at that time. This time, I will put all my love into my family, career, and relationships. . .
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