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On the night of the fourth day of the Chinese New Year, Jiang Chen appeared at the door of his parents' house with his left hand holding his daughter to think about it and pulling a bulky suitcase with his right hand.
Dad was in the kitchen, the mother came out happily to greet, saw only the daughter and granddaughter came back, the happy smile instantly put back, "Yi Yang did not follow back?" ”
Yi Yang is Jiang Chen's husband and the proud son-in-law in his mother's mouth. Every New Year's Festival, the son-in-law will always carry Jiang Chen, think, and by the way, bring back a bunch of nutritional products for the elderly, in the heart of Jiang Chen's mother, this son-in-law is not only good for her daughter, but also good for their old two. As long as the mother goes out to drink tea with the neighbors, she can't help but praise Yi Yang, and when she is proud, she will deliberately pull the cuffs to the elbows, and then make the posture of supporting the chin with both hands, and the gilded bracelet will become the most dazzling light on the tea table.
However, this light, even today, the day when this tradition Chinese to greet the god of Vesta, may be temporarily extinguished.
Jiang Chen picked up the thought that had just subsided, ignored the torture from his mother, and went straight to the kitchen, ready to pour a cup of warm boiling water for the thought.
"Why didn't you answer me, you don't come back to your mother's house on the second day of the New Year, but you arrive home on the night of the fourth day of the first year!"
Dad saw that Mom was a little anxious, and immediately hit the round field: "Let's eat!" Shunshi, he picked up and thought, took the water cup handed to him, and while watching the appearance of the baby granddaughter drinking water seriously, he gave Jiang Chen's mother a look.
All this, Jiang Chen saw in her eyes, but she didn't say anything, leaned forward and held her mother's face with both hands and quipped: "It's better to let you guess!" ”
"Snap!" Her mother also regarded Jiang Chen as a naughty child, as long as she felt that Jiang Chen was naughty, she liked to slap her ass.
This year, Jiang Chen is 37 years old and his mother is 65 years old. Jiang Chen vaguely remembered that the first time her mother slapped her ass like this, she was only 10 years old. Time flies by to make people old, my mother is full of white hair, and I have a 5-year-old baby.
Probably, human beings use this way to express the reproduction and inheritance of life to nature. It carries responsibility and mission, solemn and ritualistic. Because of this, the more I grow up, the more I love my family. Jiang Chen's eyes were red, and she took the opportunity to sneak into the kitchen and said that she wanted to serve food to her parents.
2
The reason why Jiang Chen returned to his mother's house was because during the three nights of the New Year's Day, he overheard the conversation between his mother-in-law and Yi Yang.
"Son, you persuade Jiang Chen again, you want another one, she is a housewife, and she wants a son, I will take the child with her, I can bring it over..."
"I'll take a chance to discuss with her, think about it, you don't have to talk about the second child."
"The family business has always been your master, giving birth to such a big thing, why can't you make your own decisions, and ask her what to do?" 」
"Okay, okay, regenerate..."
They've been muttering like this more than once. The reason why Jiang Chen was sensitive to detection was mainly because for more than a year, whenever they whispered, the mother-in-law's eyes always flickered, but with a little unspeakable righteousness. This time, they muttered in the corner of the hospital, and Jiang Chen heard it clearly. Seeing this, the mother-in-law quickly took small steps and ran to see the hanging bottle of thought.
Speaking of the word housewife, Jiang Chen remembered the cherry pills she saw when she was a child, and she once said that her dream was to be a housewife like her mother, cook for her children, and carefully arrange every corner of the home.
Probably the person who invented this word, should not be able to see, today's society and family, and the "archaeological" era has a big difference, even if like Jiang Chen, a female college student who graduated from 211 undergraduates, has a husband with good social status in the family, lives in a big house, after giving birth to a daughter, under favorable material conditions, there is no need to rush to find a job, and there is more time to accompany her daughter. In the circle of housewives, this kind of person belongs to the representative of the moist type. However, throwing them into the workplace circle, no matter how nourishing the housewives, must admit that you have really been out of target with the professional and workplace laws for too long.
At first, Jiang Chen did not care much about these feelings of disparity, nor did he like to inject too much into his own life, from the major media platforms to label them. The main thing is that Yi Yang doesn't care that she doesn't work for a long time. However, the words said by the mother-in-law today still made her feel uncomfortable, it turned out that in the eyes of the mother-in-law, everything about herself was given by her son, so Jiang Chen wanted to use "regeneration, regeneration" to realize the sense of existence of family life.
Probably mixed with the disturbing thoughts of his daughter's illness, after returning home, Jiang Chen quarreled with Yi Yang. The mother-in-law felt that the quarrel at home on the second day of the Chinese New Year was really obscure.
"Think about being taken care of by you to go to the hospital to get a drip, come back and argue with my son, the third day of the New Year is not good..."
At this time, Yi Yang actually stood up and responded: "Mom is right, isn't it to let you have another one..."
Looking at this scene in front of him, Jiang Chen suddenly began to believe that the anxiety of Internet trafficking was not an advertising gimmick. In life, there is always endless dust, Jiang Chen looked at the man in front of him, he suddenly became a little strange, like a radioactive object with a high concentration of toxins, is the quarrel that makes him say angry words, or is this what he says from the bottom of his heart?
She was like an outsider Chinese New Year's Eve, left alone on the street.
3
You always say that if you are a mother, you are just. But every woman who became a mother was also a young girl.
They had also fantasized about becoming the image of women in the mouth of cherry pills; they had also thought of floating and sinking in half of their bodies, and they had also thought of being a girl like Akamei Lika.
"Where are you going on the big night?" Yi Yang chased out of the living room from the room, in his cognition, the mother-in-law's words did not make Jiang Chen angry, he felt that Jiang Chen was too sensitive.
Perhaps as he grew up thinking about it, he forgot that during Jiang Chen's birth, he experienced the ghost door closure. Or maybe he felt that this should be the physiological nature of women, which they should bear, so it was right to have a second child and have a son.
As a woman, Jiang Chen is really afraid of the experience of "18 hours of birth", how long is 18 hours? Enough For Yi Yang to drive to Jiang Chen's parents' house 3 times back and forth, Jiang Chen really did not want to experience that kind of unbearable pain anymore, and what was even more terrifying was that she lay on the delivery chair and endured the pain, completely like a fertility machine, in Jiang Chen's words: "I am dying!" ”
At the thought of this, Jiang Chen shuddered, she did not want to experience another body shape aberration, hormone level disorders, pregnancy hyperglycemia, postpartum depression... She didn't want to "die" again, but the idea, brought up by a housewife who didn't make money, became unreasonable in itself in the eyes of her family.
In order to escape such an embarrassing scene, she chose to take her daughter back to her mother's house.
At this time, behind him, there was another muttering sound. Jiang Chen didn't care to listen, grabbed his daughter's clothes in the living room, and left.
4
Just when Jiang Chen had just finished coaxing himself to think about going to sleep and was about to take out his mobile phone to read the information, he happened to see That Mrs. Liu of the community's housewife circle sent a picture, which was a back shadow map.
But Jiang Chen still recognized it at once, the jacket worn by the man was bought by her at the counter as a New Year gift for Yi Yang, and he held a little boy of about 1 year old to go to the supermarket, next to his mother-in-law.
Mrs. Liu asked in amazement, "When did you have a little boy in your family?" How come I didn't hear you mention it? I heard your husband call him 'son'! ”
It turned out that this was the most substantive point of the husband and mother-in-law muttering, if there was no previous quarrel to pave the way, Jiang Chen might collapse, and now, she had become unusually silent.
Maybe Mrs. Liu is a kind reminder, make plans early, quickly take the child to divorce, and stay away from this kind of scumbag. However, for Jiang Chen, she has been a housewife for more than ten years. Yes, she also knows that with a momentary intention to decisively choose to give up this marriage, very independent women, more like the Shuangwen she loves to watch, it is very easy, but you let a woman who has not worked for more than ten years start to have the ability to make money again, there will be women to do it, but it does not mean that Jiang Chen has the courage to take this step, she is afraid, in case she goes on the road with a gambler mentality, accidentally gambles on her daughter's good life, and loses the comfortable old age of her parents...
She didn't dare take such a big risk. Outside the window, the sound of flowers sounded, purple, yellow, red... In a short period of time, it dissipated into smoke, and Jiang Chen seemed to smell the smell of gunpowder after the fireworks fell, and it was as if he heard the sound of his father pacing back and forth at the door of his room...
"Ah, Yi Yang drove here, and took a lot of food, he always sent so many things to the house, I and your mother can't finish eating..."
Jiang Chen gently pushed open the door, stood at the door of the dark room, and saw his mother talking to Yi Yang about the foot-soaking artifact in his hand. Dad gently tapped her on the shoulder, "Whatever decision you make, I support." ”
This is life, never care whether you are afraid or not, face or not. What else can you do besides cheering yourself up? If someone gives you a sigh of relief at this time, you will think that spring has come and the flowers have blossomed.
But in the end, Jiang Chen still cried, like his lover was lost, like he had lost his soul, more like he had fired a shot in his chest.