The humble mother in love and marriage finally waited for the divorce agreement mailed back by her father.
His father was the deputy head of the song and dance troupe, and he was a little talented. Can play the violin, draw, and even translate. And more well known is a novelist.
Mother is a famous character in the troupe. He had a fanatical admiration for his father. Later, she married him as she wished.
The mother loved her father like a little girl, timid and clumsy. She wants to show up with her father at every moment, trying to attract attention and recognition.
But her father always smiled at her in the contradiction of boredom and suppression of boredom.
For this laugh, my mother maintained a life of a few days, a few years, or half a life, maintaining those days without money and dignity.
During that time, my father's salary froze. My mother was long gone on stage, and her body was stout and fast. Sit on a bamboo bench and cut small fish on the table one night.
She warned us that all the fish, which did not belong to my brother and me, were given to my father, who had been reforming in the countryside for a year without a message.
Hundreds of small fish were strung together, salted, and hung to dry. When they shrunk into a dead willow leaf, the mother began to fry the small fish.
My brother and I stood in the kitchen doorway, and she blushed with embarrassment, "Children grow up and eat!" "Daddy is so skinny now, so skinny."
The messenger came back and said that his father had lost some weight, and in his mother's heart, his father was like a dry bone.
When my father returned, he only mentioned the little fish once. His mother always induced him to talk about eating. But Father, never said it again.
The mother was unaware of the change in her father, and she always surrounded him, doing her best in front of him in her slightly old age.
My father went to Beijing again to write. He had another woman who loved her like a mother. It's just more beautiful than her mother was.
He sent back a letter saying that not a day had he ever truly loved his mother. After reading the letter, my mother leaned back on the couch without a sound, as if she had loved him so hard for so long that she could finally breathe!
My father never returned home. And did everything he could to avoid his mother.
When I went to visit my father, my mother began to fry the small fish as usual. She's already starting to put on reading glasses to do it.
She said leisurely that it would be good if her father was unlucky again. Then there would be no woman who wanted him. Only I want him.
When she said this, she did not dare to look up at me, for fear that I would see the hopeless innocence in her eyes, and the little girl's face that was crimson from thoughtlessness.
I brought my mother's fried fish to my father again, and my father's house was full of friends, and on the table was my stepmother's state banquet craft.
Father stared at them for a moment, and seemed to be sad for a while. On this day, my father was drunk and suddenly called out his mother's name in front of the guests.
The mother's love in the text is persistent: when you love me, I love you, when you don't love me, I still love you, you leave me, I still love you, if you turn back, I still love you.
Loving the father is the mother's lifelong obsession. It doesn't change from start to finish. The mountains and rivers change color, the sun turns and the stars shift, and the mother keeps the love and lives a life in obscurity.
The silver-white fried fish, the skillful movements, and the slightly clumsy little girl's practices all permeated the mother's true feelings for her father.
Mother's love is deep and heavy. It was so thick that I lost myself. I wondered if mothers had just started to face their fathers in an equal posture, would they have had a different ending?
But with that kind of if, is she still a mother? I don't know.
In any case, the mother loved without complaint or regret, and loved with anger. In her plain as water years, only such love can make her glow charmingly.
Such a life, such a love, is not worth emulating, but it is worth admiring!
