Photo: Hao Suying
Zhang Ping is my sister-in-law, a simple, kind, beautiful and beautiful four girls.
The four girls' families live on Huzhai Street in Pei County, and among the brothers and sisters, there is a brother and three sisters on the top, two younger brothers on the bottom, a proper four girls, and a bitter old man. There is a dialect in our hometown: the first child, Xihan, gives birth to a child, and suffers from the old man.' It is said that parents like the first child. Delicate last child, then let him go.
Group photo of the sister-in-law (four girls) and the children
The four girls did not learn much in culture, and learned the noble qualities of bearing hardships and standing hard work, respecting the old and loving the young, being diligent and thrifty in running the family, and enduring humiliation and burden. These excellent qualities are presented one by one in our home. Thank God for making her model of personality. Thank you to the parents of the four girls for cultivating our family, such an outstanding and outstanding female model.
The fourth girl was just twenty years old when she married into our family. It is said that she and my family are really related.
The fourth girl, Zhang Ping, and my sister are colleagues at the Peixian Spinning Factory. When my sister got married in 1980, a colleague from the spinning mill came to my house to celebrate the joy, and a group of girls were dressed like heavenly women, dressed in red and purple, dressed brightly, and well-mannered. They giggled, twittered and pointed, commented, and the bell of the bicycle, the scene was very warm and moving, harmonious and warm.
Among them was a tall, smiling, big-eyed girl who was busy lining up her colleagues' bicycles and greeting everyone to take their seats. I took a closer look at the big-eyed girl, who was dressed in a whitish blue overalls with a pink collar at the neckline. Clean and neat.
She is elegant in the ordinary, and pure in elegance. This girl left a deep impression on my mind. So much so that later, when my eldest brother wanted to introduce his girlfriend, I first recommended a girl in overalls.
At that time, my brother was working in the hospital, 1.80 meters tall, and was also a talent. Without a detailed introduction, the girl became my daughter-in-law.
The fourth girl, Zhang Ping, married into my family in the 1980s. The land had just been distributed to the peasant households, and our family was in the countryside, and at that time, several acres of land were also divided. Usually, only the mother is at home. My father worked outside the home in his early years. Our sisters also had fixed jobs early. The arrival of the four girls gave her mother an arm and a helper. Outside of her eight-hour shift in the mill, she spends all her time and energy at my house.
When the farmer was busy, at 11 o'clock at night, the middle shift, her mother did not tell her to go home, she put on the male hat, put on the overalls, rode on the big bar bicycle, this big man of seven meters, more than ten miles to the home, squinting for a few hours, working in the morning. Her mother only pointed to the edge of the ground behind her, helping to pour water and deliver steamed buns. Her neighbors praised her for her ability and her mother for her blessings.
Mother's blessing is still to come.
Isn't the fourth girl Zhang Ping tired? Don't know after work, wash away a body of dirt, lie under the fan and rest for tea? Isn't life allowed? No, she wouldn't come home to help, and my mother wouldn't complain. This is the nobility and self-consciousness of man's character itself. It is said that the mother is blessed, the blessing comes from the nobles, and the people who have met fate in this life have met.
Time passes in happiness, and days repeat in trivialities. Life is not only colorful, but also countless misfortunes and ups and downs.
In 1988, Zhang Ping, a 28-year-old fourth girl, seemed to have slipped into the black hole of life. My brother collected money in the hospital, and he lent public funds to a friend to sell fertilizer, and the money was lost. Caused damage to the hospital, sentenced to four years in prison, went to the field and went to prison.
For Zhang Ping, who knew nothing and worked hard to maintain his family, it was tantamount to exploding a landmine. The child next to her was only three years old, the sky was falling, who could hold up the sky. She was angry, she was wandering, her heart was dripping blood, her tears had dried up. It is as if a needle swallows the line, stabbing people's stomachs and hearts. Poor fourth girl, where do you go?
While our whole family hates iron and steel, we also prepare for the worst, pushing away my brother's broken car, not blocking the life path of the four girls, and returning her freedom to jump out of the cage of this life.
After work on this day, Zhang Ping staggered back home, his mother was sick in bed, still holding his three-year-old grandson in her arms, and the four girls knelt in front of the bed with a thud, crying loudly, "Mother, I think well, we still have to live this day." I waited for him for four years. I live as a member of the Hao family, and die as a ghost of the Hao family. ”
After hearing this, my mother rolled over and got out of bed, hugged Zhang Ping, "Son, you are the savior of the family, you saved my son, saved my grandson, saved the old woman's bitter life" The two women hugged their headaches and cried, writing here, I have to calm down for a while...
What a great heart and noble personality, and when I write this, I feel that my words are so pale and my pen is so weak. Suddenly, I remembered who Lu Xun had to look up to see, it was her, Zhang Ping, the patron saint of my family.
A group photo of my sister-in-law and my father-in-law (my father).
In the days that followed, my mother and Zhang Ping raised their heads, straightened their spines, wiped away their tears, and lived step by step, looking forward to it day by day, and they all had their own expectations in their hearts.
It is easy to say and easy to write, but when you live a life, you can ignore people in the wind and rain, and the yin and yang are not harmonious.
That summer, it was wheat harvesting season again. Zhang Ping rode his bicycle home, and the black clouds rolled in the northwest direction and flashed and thundered. Suddenly, in the pouring rain, there were Xiaoice hailstorms, and Zhang Ping put his bag on his head and pushed the cart forward.
The ditch in the west of the village, which is not usually deep, has been leveled by the water at this time. I couldn't go forward, I couldn't go back, and I was so anxious that the four girls squatted on the edge of the ditch and cried. My mother seems to have an induction, remembering that Zhang Ping said that he wanted to come back when he went to work, and my mother saw that there was no return, so she immediately took an umbrella, carried a stick, opened the flashlight and stumbled to the west of the village.
Before reaching the ditch, the light of the flashlight gave the four girls strength, she stood up and supported the handlebars, the mother took another look, a bright light covered Zhang Ping, Zhang Ping Zhang Ping, the mother shouted loudly, Zhang Ping urgently responded, "Mother, mother, you stand, don't slide into the ditch." God probably saw this scene too, stopped the wind, stopped the rain, and stared at the mother and daughter solemnly. The mother pointed with a stick at the shallow water, and Zhang Ping relied on the light to cross the river steadily and boldly.
Family affection is self-contained, innate, feelings are cultivated, and things are born. Zhang Ping and his mother pitied each other in this way, respected and loved each other, and their feelings were better than those of their mother and daughter. They are all changing themselves in this change of life. The family has never spoken loudly, but more caring and understanding.
By 1998, my mother was seventy years old, suffering from cerebral thrombosis and losing her body function in her left body. Bedridden for ten years. Ten years is probably the longest lifespan for a local bedridden elderly. In this long ten years, the fourth girl Zhang Ping paid the painstaking effort and price.
Although my mother has two daughters, my sister and me, but there are also young and old in their respective families, life has to be taken care of and taken care of, can only go once a week, every time to see my mother, Zhang Ping is relieved to us: Sister, you can rest assured, I can serve our mother. It is the duty of being a child.
Besides, at the beginning, my three children were not all brought up with the help of our mother. Yes, we were relieved that my mother's bedding was clean and her clothes were not even stained with rice. The bedpan is shiny and doesn't smell anything. Although the work at home is not heavy, this day three meals, washing and shabu, trivial, complicated, bottomless. It's very grinding.
Without a broad heart, without a thick character, without the spirit of loss and dedication, try it on you, most of it will not work. Isn't there an old saying that there is no filial piety before bed for a hundred days. This sentence is going to change in our family. Ten years there was filial piety before the bed. The words of the old ancestor should add exceptions. My mother was eighty years old when she left, serene and dignified.
A hundred years of life has a geometry, and the newly married daughter-in-law has become a wife.
The fourth girl, Zhang Ping, gave birth to three children in our family. Two sons and a daughter, both sons have successful careers, and the daughter graduated from college and became a teacher. The next generation ding prosperous, grandchildren, grandchildren a small group. The eldest grandson has gone to college. What a warm and harmonious family.
All the glory and greatness in the world comes from the Mother. Only the persistence and dedication of the mother can give birth to generations of talents. Writing this, the reader may breathe a sigh of relief, the kind and kind four girls should be bitter and sweet, and spend their old age in peace. I really want to put an end to this, lest the fourth girl, Zhang Ping, suffer a second stubble.
Fate always goes your way. Life is always unpredictable. The misfortunes and disasters of a family, like a wall falling, are irretrievable, irretrievable, and there is no hiding, and you have to bear it.
In 2019, the 59-year-old brother entered the classroom again. Or because of borrowing money. He lent the money to small workshops with slightly higher interest rates. When it was due, he threw another punch. He violated the criminal law and was sentenced to two years in prison.
By this time my father was in his nineties. The fourth girl, Zhang Ping, also entered the old age of sixty. This time, the younger brother squatted in prison and gave his father a fatal blow. The old man had long since lost his tears, and he lay on the bed like a dried shrimp.
What does the 70-year-old father really want? Does he feel sorry for the Communist Party he sees as his life? His own son and the party are working against each other, and his godson is ashamed of the party? Did he think of reality again:
Who serves three meals a day?
How to wear clothes in the morning and night?
Who lifts pants when pees?
Who's going to mix it up when you're out and about? My father did not get out of bed for three days, not a mouthful of tea and rice was stained, he wanted to cut himself off, hunger strike and died. My poor father, he is still afraid of causing trouble to the family, afraid of delaying the work of his grandson, afraid that it is inconvenient for his daughter-in-law to serve his father-in-law, and he thinks very far and wide.... Yes, it is said that life is not only in front of us, but also poetry and far away, poetry is not the topic of our discussion, just this far away, does the father still have a far side?
And look at the heart of the fourth girl Zhang Ping. She first went to the detention center according to the notice, sent money and goods and comforted her husband, turned her head, sat on the edge of her father's bed, and forced herself to endure the pain and did not rush to talk to her father: "Father, our family has turned to Hexi again, you have experienced more than me, you show me a way." I have been coming to our house for 40 years, you don't know who I am, can I not serve you, can we ask the neighbors to see the jokes. ”
Zhang Ping's few words are straightforward and sober, gentle and affectionate. These few loud questions woke up my father and gave him a shot in his life, and his father burst into tears and spat out the truth. I am a person in my nineties, walking early and leaving late are the same, I can't drag you down anymore, my unfilial son has dragged you down for a lifetime, our Hao family can't stand you, my son. The two of them cried bitterly.
Sister-in-law (fourth girl) serving her father-in-law (my father)
The fourth girl stopped crying, wiped away her tears, and said, "Father, you can rest assured, I will definitely put you safe in the hands of your son." Two years is not far, we are staying up day by day, you can still walk around now, better than the ten years that your mother has been in bed, I can't stand it in your day, I will do my best to serve you, no matter how hard it is, I will wait until your son returns. ”
With Zhang Ping's comfort, his father slowly had the hope of life. Two months later, he entered the field again on crutches. Just the first sentence of entering the house first shouted Zhang Ping, as long as he heard Zhang Ping's response, he would eat fragrant and sleep steadily. The first year of his brother's imprisonment passed peacefully. This year Zhang Ping learned to cut hair, shave, cut nails, and pedicure.
You think of an old man in his nineties, peeing in his pants, on the bed, those are all small things, washing is very common. Most of them were made by Zhang Ping. We'll be able to help just in time for Sunday. My father also had an old problem with constipation. You don't have to pull out the kaiserlu, with the kaiser, you still have to wear gloves and crush the hard to pull it out.
I say it, and you can be disgusting to hear it. But it's the real thing, everybody in our family, everybody has been through it. Zhang Ping did more than we did, jokingly calling her father's family doctor. As soon as I mentioned these things, my heart ached, and my heart ached that my family owed the fourth girl a debt of affection.
I can't hold the pen, I can't cry. My father and mother, how can you be, you are famous for your daughter-in-law's filial piety. From ancient times to the present, how many people dare to ask how many people in the world are filial piety such as Zhang Ping? How many people in history?
How many in-laws enjoy such filial piety as a daughter-in-law? How many people in history? Zhang Ping should become a social model and moral example leading the trend of filial piety. Stand on the highest podium.
On November 10, 2021, my father was hospitalized again, it was a bile duct stone, and I could no longer eat, and my father begged my daughter-in-law: Zhang Ping, son, don't serve me three or three times. I smelled the aroma of the food you made and wanted to eat it, but I couldn't swallow it. I have deceived my ancestors in this life, and I have lived the oldest and enjoyed the most blessings. I didn't suffer a day, I don't have any regrets. Let me just go with peace of mind.
Finally, my father died a week after he was discharged from the hospital. He died on December 31, 2012 at the age of 9 There are still 18 days left before my brother's release from prison. Zhang Ping cried bitterly, saying that her father did not wait for his son to return, which was the regret of her life. Thank you Zhang Ping, you have done your best, is this not the best ending.
It was your four girls who supported this family. The suffering you have suffered, the loss you have suffered, the pain you endured, and the responsibility you bear will never be forgotten by our family. You dedicate everything you have to this home. You have become a chaste wife, a kind mother, a filial daughter-in-law, but you have no self, your feet are swollen and your legs are swollen, your back is numb, and you have fallen ill after years of hard work. But you never fell, life kissed you bitterly, and you pounced on life with gratitude. That's your greatness, your excellence.
The sister-in-law (the fourth girl) is serving her father-in-law
If this article touches you, please praise my sister-in-law. If this article does not touch you, it is my culture is low, please praise my sister-in-law, she must be worthy.
I would like to use this document to the fourth girl, Zhang Ping, my sister-in-law.