Mommy and Daddy's love

　When I was a child, I thought that love was the breakfast on the desk and the love letter in the drawer; when I grew up, I thought that love was a hug when I was sad, a rose in my hand; later, I understood that love is the mutual and inseparable of two people.

Calling dads, calling moms, rarely every time they connected, they always put the phone in the room and then the person wasn't there. My parents and I contacted each other basically single-line, they called me, but I never found them on the phone. Every time I called my dad, the first thing I said was, "Look for your mother, I'll call her later." In less than two sentences, there was a "let your mother talk" on the other end of the phone, and then the phone was given to the mother. He didn't walk away, he just sat next to him and listened, occasionally whispering a few words, causing his mother to roll her eyes at him.

This is the daily life of parents, simple and boring.

I often wonder, is there love between parents? For as long as I can remember, they have never said such a thing to each other that I love you, nor have they created a sense of ceremony on a special day. They also have conflicts and complaints, but they have never been apart for a long time, nor have they ever blushed at each other.

I think there is love between them, and the marriage between them for more than forty years is not so much a history of love as a history of suffering, which starts from my mother's growth when she was a child.

My mother lost her mother at the age of 14 and a 7-year-old sister below. Grandpa was a father and a mother by himself, and he worked hard to take care of his two young daughters. As an older sister, my mother is particularly sensible and has been helping her father take care of her sister, who is 7 years younger. In the early 1960s, the situation in the northeast was very poor, and in that era of starvation, the most worrying thing for the people was to be able to fill their stomachs and live. In order to let his two daughters survive, Grandpa chose to leave his hometown and took his two daughters to the Northern Wilderness to settle in a small village in the Meris District of Qiqihar City, staying for two years. Dad was a peasant child in that village, with six sisters, three sisters, one sister, and one older brother.

1 Acquaintance

When Grandpa lived in Qiqihar with his two daughters, he also let his two daughters go to school there. My mother was a thin, white little girl with two long pigtails and a cloth bag on her back on the village road to school. Every time I went to school after school, there would be a little boy who would silently follow behind. Dad is 4 years younger than Mom, and Mom finds the stinky boy behind her and will always run away and shake off his tracking. Maybe it's because Mom loved to have long hair since she was a child, and her long two big braids attracted Dad, or maybe it was their love at first sight.

This is the acquaintance of my parents, and every time my mother talks about it, she has a proud face and her eyes are full of joy. Due to the delay in school, at that time, my mother and father were also in junior high school in the village, and after my father found out that there was a girl with my mother, he used the reason of mischievous mischief to find various opportunities to run to my mother's village every three to five years. At first, my mother didn't look up to my father, and that was also, my father was not tall, and he was lean and lean, and he looked like he was malnourished. In the face of Dad's conversation, Mom ignored it, and after several times Dad touched a nose of ash. But Dad was not discouraged, but instead took out a faceless, two not afraid of ugly twelve points of spirit out, thinking of ways to please mother. He helped his mother chop wood, carry water, carry clothes, and get some wine for grandpa from time to time. Although Dad is not tall, he is very clever, humorous, flexible, and soon won the love of his grandfather, and gradually got the favor of his mother.

2 The pain of separation

Grandpa took two daughters, lived there for only two years, and then brought the two daughters back to their hometown in Liaoning. Adults don't care, just pity the two couple who have just had feelings and feelings. Grandpa thought that in this way, the two children would be separated and would go their separate ways from now on. Unexpectedly, in private, the two children have been communicating letters, sending each other heartfelt intestines, and tasting the pain of lovesickness.

When my father was 18 years old, he ran to the second sister's house, which had become a family, because he was good with the second sister, and he and his sister confided in his heart. With the support and encouragement of his sister, wearing the new clothes that his sister made for himself, holding the train ticket to the south that his sister bought for him, his father hid from his grandfather and embarked on the first long journey in his life to find love. The heart is full of joy, expectation, happiness, excitement, and you can immediately see the people you think about day and night, your beloved. The trains of that era were all slow trains, and the trains that sat for more than ten hours did not feel tired. I got off the train and looked for it according to the address, and walked ten kilometers before I reached my grandfather's house. The mother was full of joy when she met, and more than that, she was surprised. People who think day and night are standing in front of them at this moment, who dare not be moved. Grandpa looked at such a boy, who actually ran so far to look for him, and did not say anything, and naturally acquiesced. They had no wedding, let alone a bride price, and Grandpa married his eldest daughter to this stinky boy who ran from Heilongjiang. Grandpa's family has three small mud rooms, Mom and Dad live in one, and Grandpa and his second aunt live in one.

Since then, my parents have taken root in Liaoning under the leadership of my grandfather and lived together.

　　3 The beginning of a difficult life

When Dad first arrived in Liaoning, he was just 18 years old and still had a young age on his body. Grandpa took his mother, father, and second aunt to live together. Already a difficult life, this is one more person.

Grandma died early, Grandpa was also out for many years in order to make a living, the second aunt was weak, and the burden of the family was all on the mother. Dad went to the production team every day to earn work. Mom is both a father and a mother, washing and chopping wood, cooking and growing vegetables, and she is everywhere. She was like a clockwork alarm clock, from morning to night, not idle for a moment.

When his grandfather was a child, his father could not afford to raise children, so he gave his grandfather to his uncle to raise. After his parents got married, grandpa heard that his father now had no one to manage, no to rely on, blind eyes, and could not see anything, and discussed with his parents whether he could give his father to the family to support, and his parents gladly agreed. This makes it even worse for the already destitute home. Grandpa, second aunt, and mom's grandpa, dad, mom, five people crammed into two small mud rooms. Mom's grandfather was blind, his legs and feet were not flexible, and he occasionally peed in his pants. Dad is also particularly filial piety, does not dislike the old man dirty, and helps his mother change and wash together. Grandpa was also particularly pleased to see it in his eyes.

The family's greatest wish is to be able to eat and dress warmly and not to starve to death.

That year my mother became pregnant, and by the seventh month, because my mother was working hard every day, she could not rest for a moment, coupled with malnutrition, my mother had a miscarriage, it was a boy, and my mother was crying darkly. In order to increase the nutrition of my mother, my father took a bag of sorghum rice at home and drove it on a bicycle, and ran to the city more than ten kilometers away, planning to sell it to my mother for some white noodles and eat some fine grains. Helplessly, he squatted in the city for a day and failed to sell a bag of sorghum, and returned home with a heavy grain and a tired body. The wind dried his tears on the road, and Dad blamed himself for being incompetent and unable to let his wife live a subsistence life, what else could he do but blame himself?

The mother endured the pain of losing her first child and still had no choice but to rest and take care of this difficult home. The winters of the late 1970s were extremely cold, freezing cold, and burning very little firewood. Every day, not only do you have to prepare a large number of people's food and drink, but also find a way to find firewood for heating. The frostbite on her hand combined with the cracked stubble after stubble, it was impossible to see that this was a girl in her early twenties.

A year later, the mother had her second child, still a boy, but God once made a joke with his parents, and the child still did not survive smoothly, and died on the fifth day of birth and went to heaven. Mom and Dad were completely stupid, and there was no hope in life.

In the early eighties, the good news was that the people's communes of collective life were dissolved, and the peasants contracted the land of the state. A household responsibility system for contract production has been introduced. This measure changed the production mode from the previous collectively managed production teams to the one-family peasant households, which were self-managed and produced, distributed and operated by the peasants. However, the land remains in the possession of the State. My family has a large population, so my family has been divided into more than ten acres of land. Eat slowly, don't go hungry. But every year, half of the grain will be taken out to pay the public grain.

Dad brain soul, said this is not OK, our family has a large population, just rely on farming can not do, began to try to plant melons, plant watermelons. While waiting for a good harvest, drive the ox cart to the nearby city to sell. Little by little life has improved a lot.

Mom and Dad and Brother

At that time, my parents farmed at home in the summer, and in the winter, my father worked in the city for more than ten kilometers, riding a bicycle back and forth. When my brother was born in the middle of the night on a snowy day, my grandfather invited a midwife from Lincun, and an hour later, the midwife patted my brother's ass, slapped him and cried, laughing and saying to my mother, "This time it's a handle again." Because he can eat enough and not have to starve, dad also has time to help his mother share the burden of the family, so the eldest son born is white and fat. Under the care of the mother, the mother's grandfather's health also improved, and the waiter was clean, and the mother fed the grandfather first at each meal, and then went to take care of the son. Feed the son, wash it clean, put it on the grandfather's leg, and tease the old man. I didn't expect to be able to enjoy such a natural pleasure in my later years.

Mom suffered a lot with Dad. The birth of me will be the time when family planning is the most strictly controlled, because all the valuable things in our family have been removed and the doors have been removed. Mom and Dad hid in the field, handed over their brother to Grandpa, and then secretly came back after the wind passed, the gate was not dare to enter and exit casually, and a large lock on the door was also locked, and could only be secretly entered and exited through the small door in the backyard. My mother told me that I was able to be born smoothly thanks to one of her classmates, who was in charge of family planning at the time, and when my mother was pregnant with me for more than seven months, several people came to the family and my mother dragged it to the car with a big belly and grabbed it to do the flow. It is the mother and classmates who stop the car, do not let go, drag people's feelings, find relationships, say all good words, let the punishment be beaten, as long as the child is saved.

My mother said that I had a big life and should not have left me. On the day I was born, my mother felt that she wanted to go to the toilet, but the amniotic fluid broke and the child's feet came out. I was born immediately, that is, born standing. At that time, the rural toilets were knocked off with large vats, buried in the soil, and two boards were built on top of them. I was born in the pit that day thanks to my grandfather at home, after hearing my mother shouting, I ran into the toilet to carry my mother into the house, and called for my midwife, and I was born in a short time. Mom said I was in a hurry to come into this world.

When Dad came home from work, he knew he had given birth to a daughter, and he closed his mouth happily. Dragging his mother's hand, tears swirling in his eyes, he said to his mother, you have worked hard.

But just a few months after I was born, My mother's grandfather died. Mom and Dad buried Grandpa thickly, and they also fulfilled Grandpa's wishes. When my grandfather died, he was in his nineties, and under the careful care of his parents, he also had a happy old age, although life was very hard. 4 Carry the weight forward

After I was born, I added people to import, and the family's expenses became larger and larger. In addition to farming, Dad worked as a coolie in the city more than ten kilometers away from home and worked as a train stevedor. Every morning, my mother packed my father's box lunch, loaded a box of sorghum rice, brought some pickles, and rode out early on a two-eight bicycle. Wait until seven or eight o'clock in the evening to drag a tired body, pedaling a bicycle for more than ten kilometers to run home. Go out with the stars in the morning and go home in the evening with the moon on. A sack weighs about 200 pounds, unloading the train has any goods, soybeans, corn, coal blocks, a group of several people, a whole train car to unload the goods. After a train of leather work, the whole clothes were soaked. When I got home from work, Dad's clothes were wet with sweat and dried, leaving a circle of white salt marks. Mom's heart ached, and Dad's thin body insisted on it for five or six years every day. At that time, Dad fought to be young, that is, a lot of strength on his body. Because dad promised mom that he would let her live a happy life without worrying about food and clothing.

One winter it was a thick snowfall. Dad didn't come back very late, and Mom worried about Dad. When my mother saw my father, it was late at night, the snow was too thick to ride at all, so my father pushed the bicycle, so I walked back to the house step by step, and when I arrived home, it was already the middle of the night.

As we grew older, the expenses of the family grew larger and larger. In addition to farming, Dad began to grow watermelons in front of the house, about six or seven acres of land. Watermelon is a grinding guy, particularly squeamish. From nurturing seedlings, laying plastic film, watering, every step must be carefully cared for. Afraid of rain, afraid of drought. In the middle of summer, when the watermelon is about to ripen, a particularly large hailstorm is laid. The watermelons in the whole field were smashed into pits, and some of them were cracked. Give Dad a painful pat on the thigh. Tears swirl in the circles of the eyes, the whole family's life is counting on this watermelon field, how can people not live well, what is this for? Mom reassured Dad that as long as we were willing to do it, we still had a pair of hands. I didn't believe it was bad.

Dad's mind is flexible, from the time when the people can buy and sell freely, Dad is in addition to planting land, using the six or seven acres of land in front of the house to plant cabbage, potatoes, melons, watermelons, eggplants, beans. No matter what he grows, he will find a way to get it to the city more than ten kilometers away to sell. Dad said that there are many people in the city, there is money, and our things are easy to sell. When I didn't have money to buy a big cow at first, I pushed a bicycle, and later changed to a pedal tricycle. The first night, he beat his breath enough until it was hard as a stone. Then the two large snakeskin bags were filled, tied together with a rope with a belt mouth, and another bag was placed on it, which looked like a hill from a distance. There is a four-hundred-meter uphill road from the village, and Mom will help Dad push the car up and back. It's a hard road to walk. First, a 3-kilometer gravel road paved with a layer of stones of different sizes, and it was difficult to ride on an empty car. Once in town it became a concrete road, but there were several long uphills along the way. Every time he reached the slope, Dad could only come down and push up step by step. On the highway for more than a dozen miles, there are cars whistling by from time to time, and Dad is like an old cow, concentrating all his strength on his legs and feet, hunching his back, and moving forward little by little by the lights of the car. After the sale, he rode back on his bicycle. On the way there, the clothes on his body were taken off one by one, and when he came back, he wore them one by one, and it was already the second half of the night when he returned home. After Dad went out, Mom never dared to sleep deeply, she leaned on the edge of the bed, her ears were always on the outside of the house, and she was worried about Dad. As soon as she heard the jam of the tricycle, she immediately got up from the bed, opened the door, and helped her father push the car into the house. Then pour hot water out of the hot water bottle and soak Dad's feet.

In the village, when people are idle, they are drying in the field, the corn field needs to be weeded, and the melon field needs to be served. The children in the family need to be brought, and at the end of the day, the parents' hands are stiff, the feet are also stiff, and the mother's hands are no longer like a pair of women's hands, full of wrinkles, calluses, and the back of the hands are frostbitten. Dad's was like an old bark, hard and rough to the touch.

5 Staying together

Now we are all older, but my parents are old. All their lives, they have been running in the field and busy with their lives. Years climbed up their faces. Bending their waists, but also making them the most important people in their vitality to each other, they have never spoken love to each other in their lives, but they are full of love.

Dad did a lot of physical work, and his mother felt sorry for him, no matter how hard life was, he would prepare an egg for him every day. Occasionally, she always served her father's soup first, then us, and finally herself, and often only a little scrap of soup when she came to herself.

Dad also hurts Mom, he will excuse this is not delicious, that plug the teeth, and then send the meat from the bowl to mom's bowl. Mom couldn't ride a bicycle, but she never learned because she didn't go far away, and she worked at home all her life. Even when you go out, you always have your dad by your side. I used to sit in the back seat of Dad's bicycle, and later on Dad's motorcycle. Sometimes I advise her to let her learn, and she always says, "What do you learn when you are old, isn't this still your father?" I was still learning what to drive. Because of her father, she has the courage to be a "car blind" who will not ride a bicycle for a lifetime. Dad likes to smoke and must order one for three meals a day. Every time the meal was not swallowed, he hurriedly ordered one, and when his mother saw it, she would nag and not let him smoke. Dad blamed his mother for depriving him of his only hobby, in fact, he knew in his heart that his mother was for his own good, afraid that smoking would hurt his body. Later, Dad got cerebral thrombosis, plus tracheitis, coughing all day long, Mom took Dad everywhere to see the doctor, boiled Chinese medicine for Dad, the family became a medicine box, and since then Dad has quit smoking.

Dad said that he had been unable to take the vows before, and now he can't see your mother suffering from that sin again! People say that love is when two people are together and nag each other, and when they are separated, they miss each other. If this is love, then they are deeply in love, from the young and crazy thousands of miles to the current old age, they have always been deeply in love. That kind of ordinary, plain, great love.

Mom would nag Dad, saying that he was not good, things were always messed up, didn't know how to clean himself up, and wore a dress for a few days without taking it off to wash. And Dad said she was too particular, slow to do things, and loved to be clean. In fact, he is distressed about his mother, preferring to wear dirty clothes himself to reduce the number of clothes his mother washes. One of them thinks the other is wordy, and the other thinks the other is sloppy. But once separated, Dad began to nag Mom about his goodness, and Mom was always worried about whether Dad had eaten well. When I was at home, my father never said that my mother's meals were good, but every time I went out, I shouted in my mouth, or your mother's cooking! Every time my mother finished cooking, I would ask my father, is it delicious? The number of times I asked more, as soon as Dad did not wait for the dish to enter his mouth, he said, delicious.

I called my dad again today, and on the other end of the phone he laughed out loud and said to me, "Don't say it, your mom is back, talk to your mom!" Then he handed the phone to his mother. This is the parents, they do not have a vigorous love story, no mountain alliance sea oath, strong love, some are just life, the most ordinary little things, and care for each other, no matter how difficult life is, they use the most simple actions to tell us, what is called love, accompany a lifetime, do not abandon!