17 Old mother bustard
Back in the city, our family quickly regained the feeling of living and studying in the city.
In 1972, mom became pregnant again, and mom continued her responsibilities as a wife. Moreover, my mother already has two children, my brother and me, but they are both boys, and my mother has always wanted to have a girl, who can be more beautiful than her. So mom continued to work hard for her wish.
My parents teased me and asked, "Do you want a little brother or a little sister this time?" "I already have a younger brother, and my neighbor Uncle Liu has a beautiful two- or three-year-old girl, with curly hair, a round face, and a chubby (just like Xiulan Dunbo), which makes me like it, so I said to my mother, 'I want a sister.'" Mother give me a sister Liu Qiong. "Mom is happy, Mom already has two of our sons, she very much wants to have another daughter, so that she can have both children and daughters, and it is better to have a daughter who looks like her in more aspects."
The next year, that is, On June 19, 1973, my mother really gave birth to a little sister for me, although not Liu Qiong's appearance, but very beautiful, but also a little self-curly hair, but also a feeling of kissing, which is the so-called "one milk compatriot" kiss bar. The mother has always wanted a daughter, really got the daughter, very pleased, so she named the daughter Wang Xin, the nickname: KeXin. This really realizes the mother's careful thinking, everything is beautiful.
After my sister was born, there were more chores in the house. I also followed suit, either sending my brother to kindergarten or taking my sister to play.
Life continued smoothly, there were no other storms in society, and my mother still took our brothers and sisters to Beijing or Kaifeng to visit relatives almost every year or every other year. Trains operated less frequently and were often delayed. Sometimes after eight o'clock in the evening, there is no bus to take us home to rest.
Once, when we rushed back from the field to the nearest station to our home, Huangqitun Station, a railway station designed and built by Lin Jiayin and Liang Sicheng, it was already more than nine o'clock in the evening. My mother took us out of the station and walked along the railway tracks all the way to the Changchun Road intersection. It can be imagined that there are three children, leading two to hold one, plus bringing back a large bag of small wrapped luggage, the mother really can't walk, looking at the direction of the home that is about three stations, the mother is helpless. But mom wasn't worried, so she led us to a lit bungalow on the northeast side of the railway crossing. My mother said to us: Let's spend the night at this old song house.
It seems that my mother is very familiar with this family, and the people of the old composer are also very welcome to visit my mother. The Old Qu family opened the courtyard door, and as soon as they saw that it was our family, they immediately led us into the house with a happy eyebrow, and provided food and shelter. In my memory, it was the most common pattern of one family and one in the countryside, the middle was a stove house, a house in the east and west, a fire pit in the south and north of the house, and the middle of the north and south pits was a hall, which was not big overall, but it was not small.
After my mother took us into the house, she put down her luggage, further explained her intentions, and expressed the meaning of disturbing people. Then he took some candy from a luggage and handed it to the little brothers and sisters. The adult said that he didn't have to be polite, it was late, so get ready to rest. The grown-ups rearranged their sleeping places and gave up the Westinghouse to my mother to take my brother and sister to live with the two girls, while I was allowed to live in a pit with the other brothers and brothers.
The funny thing is, coincidentally, I don't know why I didn't wear panties that day, so I refused to take off my clothes and blushed. The brother named "Second Brother" asked me to understand my trepidation, and then he laughed and said, "What are boys afraid of?" Come on, I sleep bare-ass too. "These two brothers are really righteous, take off a red strip and go to the pit, waiting for me." In the end, I had to accept it, stripped naked, and went to sleep in the bed. As the saying goes, take off the light and sleep soundly. That night, I slept soundly.
When I got up the next morning, I quickly got dressed, and although I was no longer shy, I was still not used to being bare-buttocked.
When I came out and walked to the yard, I really saw that it was a small courtyard, but it was neat and clean, there was a grape trellis on the side of the courtyard wall, and there were many flower pots along the periphery of the yard, flowers were blooming, the ground was hard soil, but there were no miscellaneous leaves. The house is very ordinary, the west side of the house is the railway line, but I think their family has to bear the noise emitted by the train every night, but I did not feel any train noise last night, maybe it is good to get used to it.
It was dawn, and then look closely at the children of this family, all of them are mental, the boys are handsome, the girls are beautiful, and they really feel like a family or relative.
After eating breakfast, my mother thanked the old composer and took us out to go home.
None of my parents were locals, and there were no relatives or friends in the area, just my parents' co-workers. Therefore, the old composer has become a relative of our family who is not related to the past.
My second sister, Qu Qing, is the same age as me, and she has been a beautiful embryo since she was a child: big eyes, long braids, and cleverness. From the beginning of junior high school to the entrance examination of high school, we have been classmates in different classes at the same school.
When I talked to my mom about her impressions of my mom once after she passed away, she remembered it deeply. The second sister recalled: "In my heart, Aunt Lu never left us, always remembering her enthusiasm, her smile and her eternal cheerful laughter. She is beautiful and kind, with her own light, always bringing warmth and love to everyone around her. ”
The second sister recalled: "I can't forget the scene when I first met Aunt Lu when I was a child. It must have been in 1967, at the height of the Cultural Revolution, when rebels in schools deflated their teachers' bicycles every day. My family lived opposite the school, there was a small yard, aunt Lu came to my house in order to find a place to put bicycles. I was 4 years old and I just remembered it, and I still vividly remember the scene of that day. It was a clear morning, the weather was lukewarm like the spring and autumn season, watching a very tall, beautiful aunt walk into the courtyard to talk to her mother, 4-year-old me, a timid little girl, holding her mother's pants leg and hiding behind her mother, looking at the beautiful aunt in front of me with curious eyes. I saw that my aunt didn't know where to take out a large square biscuit and bent down to hand it to me and said: Hold! I looked at my mother shyly and timidly and did not dare to take it. At this time, my mother said to take it! Aunt Lu said enthusiastically, eat it, delicious, you taste it. I carefully took a small bite at the corner of the large biscuit, crisp when bitten, sweet in my mouth, and the more I chewed, the sweeter it became. The scene of that day, the big square biscuit, and the sweet smell have always been deeply imprinted in my memory.
Since then, Aunt Lu has opened a window in my young soul with her enthusiasm, her beauty and kindness, and gradually let me see a different world. Visiting Aunt Lu's house, I saw that there were many books and beautiful photo albums in her home, her home was beautiful and warm, life was beautiful and happy, and where there was Aunt Lu, there was laughter and happiness. When I was a child, I always had to go to Aunt Lu's house every once in a while to see, I liked the books in her family, and I remembered that the little man book I liked to read most of "Chicken Feather Letter" was the first time I saw it in her home. Gradually, I still like to read Aunt Lu's newspaper, and I remember that I like to read the 'reference news' that there is an article on the top of the 'Chinese mainland slow' and I still remember the content of that article.... ”
The second sister said: "I believe that a person's childhood experience will affect a person's life. I am grateful that I was lucky to meet Aunt Lu in my life! ”
Mom is kind and has made many kind people like Lao Qu's family.
Under the nurturing and care of our parents, the three of us grew up day by day and year by year.
Mom is a person who loves beauty, but also pays the most attention to appearance, she always has to maintain a good personal youth, purity, clean and beautiful image. To put it bluntly, my mother is such a face-saving person, never give people a sloppy image, always face people in the image of sunshine, face the world.
When my sister was about two or three years old, one day, my mother dressed up beautifully, dressed us up, and rode my sister and me out to the city to play. At that time, I was riding on the rear frame, and my sister was sitting on the front beam, and we were laughing along the way. When riding along Changchun Road to Linjiangmen, my sister did not know how to put one of her feet into the front of the car, because this clamped foot, the car was stuck on a sharp brake, and we both fell on the road together.
When I got up, I heard my sister crying and couldn't move. Mom didn't feel right, it must have been her sister's foot that was caught, so Mom just sat on the ground like that, quickly picked up her sister to check it out, and slowly moved her little foot out. My sister cried out in pain, and my mother sat on the road without any hesitation, hugging her sister tightly and constantly coaxing and rubbing her sister's feet. At that time, the mother did not think of taking care of her beautiful face, did not care about the image in front of people, but just sat on the ground and rubbed her sister's sore feet, regretting that she did not take safety precautions and caused the child to be injured.
Passers-by next to me also gathered around and helped to lift the car up, and my sister cried less badly, so my mother stood up and took us to the nearest hospital to see my sister.
My mother's behavior and performance made me really look in my eyes and remember in my heart. I think that's the behavior that the greatest motherhood can manifest unconsciously.
I think and believe that any mother, for the sake of her own children, can pay nothing, even her own life, let alone anything that cares about personal image and face.
Unfinished, to be continued.