[This content is an adaptation of a long fictional short story, please watch it rationally, do not sit in the opposite seat]
Ever since I was a child, I had a nickname in the village, which was "Son of the Black Spider", and because my mother was a widow, I also suffered a lot of ridicule from the people around me.
But she wasn't my biological mother, she was my adoptive mother, and she never said anything about my origins, only that she had picked me up in a ravine.
If I wanted to ask anything else about my background, she would just pick up a stick and hit me, and even call me a white-eyed wolf who couldn't be raised.
She was very strict with me, and she didn't have the kindness of other mothers, and every time I saw the neighbor's child being held in the arms of his parents, my heart was extremely envious.
When I was a child, I also walked in front of her, hoping that she would hug me, but in exchange for endless scolding, sometimes I thought that I might perform well, so I would work hard.
But no matter how hard I worked, I never heard her praise me, until I was more sensible, and heard from my neighbors that I was a child she picked up, as if I knew the reason for not being loved.
Although I was very aggrieved in my heart, I still ran home to question her, and even yelled at her angrily: "Is it because I am the child you picked up, that you want to torture me!"
When my adoptive mother heard this, she slapped me in the face, although I felt that my cheeks were hot and painful, but my heart was even more sad.
I even asked her to give me my biological mother's address and that I was going to leave her immediately, crying as I packed my bags and prepared to go to my biological mother.
When she saw my movements, she opened the courtyard door and told me to get out immediately, and I was very angry and took my baggage and left the house.
After all, I live in a remote rural area, surrounded by barren mountains, and at night, the grass makes strange animal noises.
I wasn't very old at the time, and I was faintly scared after my anger subsided, and I didn't know anything about my biological mother.
It can be said that when I first walked a few steps on the mountain road, my heart was completely scared, so I had no choice, and I returned to my adoptive mother's house the same way.
But when I opened the door, I found that she was already locked, so I squatted at the gate and cried all night until I finally fell asleep exhausted.
In the morning, my mother-in-law went to the vegetable patch and found me sitting at the gate, and my eyes were red and swollen from crying, so she took me to their house to rest and let me eat well.
In this way, I also fell asleep, until I woke up again, and found that my mother-in-law was no longer in front of me, but my adoptive mother was sleeping on the side of the bed.
When she saw that I was awake, she got up and touched my forehead with her hand, and found that I had a fever, so she got up and walked out.
After a long while, I saw a bowl of egg soup in her hand, and it seemed that there were three eggs in the bowl, and even a few drops of sesame oil were added.
I haven't drunk egg soup for a long time, and when I saw the egg soup she served, although I didn't want to eat her anymore, my saliva unconsciously flowed down.
She put the egg soup next to my bed, and then got up and went to work in the yard, and when I saw her gone, I ate it without hesitation.
After eating the egg soup, I also felt a lot more comfortable, as if the previous grievances had been reduced a lot, but I didn't want to talk to my adoptive mother anymore, after all, she was always cold.
After this incident, I communicated less with my adoptive mother, and sometimes I couldn't even speak five sentences a day, but I also thought about it, after all, she was not my biological mother.
When I grow up and have the ability, I will go to my biological mother, and then I must tell her my grievances for many years, so that she can compensate me more.
Later, there were fewer and fewer children playing in the village, and after inquiring, I found that they had all gone to school, and I was the only one at home chopping firewood.
Although I also want to go to school very much, I think that my adoptive mother will definitely not provide me with education, after all, it costs a lot of money to study, how can she spend money on me.
So I didn't say what I thought, until one day she suddenly pushed open my door and even sewed me a new bag to go to school tomorrow.
My heart was already happy, but I didn't dare to laugh, and after my adoptive mother closed the door and left, I carried the new schoolbag that my adoptive mother had made for me, and jumped and jumped around the room.
That's how I started my school life, but the school was not as good as I expected, and my classmates didn't get along with me well.
He even gave me a nickname, saying that I was the "son of the black spider", and the black spider represented bad luck in the countryside, so many of my classmates avoided me very much.
Not only did they not play with me, but they even made fun of me by nicknames, and over time I didn't want to go to school anymore, and sometimes I would skip class to pick wild fruits in the mountains.
As soon as I got home from the mountains that day, I saw my adoptive mother swinging a wrist-thick wooden stick at me, but by this time I had become much more clever and quickly avoided her wooden stick.
She saw that my behavior became even more angry, and directly asked me to kneel, although I had little communication with my adoptive mother, but I did not dare to disobey my adoptive mother's words.
So I knelt in the yard in a daze, and my adoptive mother asked me why I skipped class and didn't go to school, and I told my classmates about giving me nicknames.
After hearing this, my adoptive mother's face softened, and she said to me patiently, "Yang Jian, if others look down on you more, the more you have to prove it to them!"
This was also the first time I felt the support of my adoptive mother, who did not beat me again that day, but sent me five cents to buy some snacks to eat.
I borrowed five cents from my adoptive mother, but my eyes were full of tears, and the taste in my heart was mixed, and I never skipped class.
For the knowledge taught by the teacher, I took good notes carefully, and when I returned home, I no longer played hard, but studied hard, so my grades changed from the bottom to the average.
Later, I became the first in the class, and the teacher also praised me endlessly, and the eyes of my classmates also changed, and some even wanted to be friends with me.
At this time, I deeply understood what my adoptive mother told me, if you want others to respect you, you first need to become stronger, or even better than others.
In just 6 years, I was also admitted to the junior high school in the county, and my adoptive mother seemed to have a lot of gray hair, but she let me go to middle school well.
On the first day of school, I found that my adoptive mother had put the prepared tuition and meal money next to the bed, looking at the crumpled money, and knowing that it was not easy for her to save it.
It also made me study harder, and even if I heard someone call me by my nickname at school, I wouldn't pay attention to it because I knew what my goal was.
It was also difficult to see my adoptive mother during my stay at the school, and I could only see her on weekends, I don't know if it was the baptism of the years, which seemed to make her a lot gentler.
However, every time I go home from vacation, I can find a "meat dish" on the table, although the meat in the bowl is very small, but the adoptive mother has never eaten a bite.
Sometimes I would deliberately not eat a single bite, but my adoptive mother would pour all the meat and vegetables into my bowl, saying that it would not taste good if it was left out for a long time.
I spent less and less time seeing my adoptive mother, and I would go home on weekends in junior high school, but when I was in high school, I would only go home during the winter and summer vacations, otherwise I would go back frequently to waste travel expenses and delay my studies.
During the summer vacation of the second year of high school, I returned home with my luggage, and I didn't see my adoptive mother for a long time, until a long time later, I saw her carrying a bundle of firewood on her back and coming home.
At that time, I found that her body was very small, as if she was not as fat as other women in the same village, and even her hair was not black, and her face was full of wrinkles.
I hurriedly caught the firewood for my adoptive mother, but she asked me how I had been studying lately and whether I had worked hard, and when I saw her washing her hands in the yard, I found that her hands were covered with calluses and scars.
I suddenly felt that she might love me, but she was not good at expressing it, and since she came back this time without notice, my adoptive mother did not prepare a meal for me.
But when I saw the rice she ate, I couldn't help but cry like rain, there were no even the simplest pickles, the rice was also millet porridge boiled in clear water, and the millet in the soup was also "only a handful".
I don't seem to hate her as much as I did when I was a child, I don't know why the more I grow up, the more I feel sorry for her, even if she still speaks coldly, but it makes my feelings for her deepen.
After returning to school this time, I have to actively deal with the college entrance examination, if I can be admitted to a good university, not only can my adoptive mother's face shine, but I can also have a good future.
It can be said that during the college entrance examination, in addition to sleeping, eating, and going to the toilet, most of the time was spent studying, and it was not until the time of the college entrance examination that we played the "hard work" of the past few years.
After the college entrance examination, I went home with my luggage, and when I saw the "meat and vegetables" prepared by my adoptive mother, I didn't eat a bite, and she was also anxious.
When she tried to pour meat into my bowl, I refused unless she was willing to share it with me, and this was the first time I saw her eat meat.
Two months later, I received an "admission letter" from the university, and my adoptive mother touched her hands with a slight tremor when she saw the admission letter.
I know that her feelings are very complicated, and I also know that she has been looking forward to this moment for a long time, and after the villagers heard the news, they also hurried to congratulate her.
College life is easier than I imagined, and I also talked about a girlfriend in college, her name is Wang Xuemei, she has a very lively personality and speaks softly.
It wasn't until we graduated from college that we both went to high schools in the provincial capital to become teachers, and we had been in a relationship for 6 years, so we were planning to get married.
At that time, as long as I went to the school to be a teacher, I would be allocated a house, so she and I didn't have to buy a house, we only needed to live in the house assigned by the school.
Xuemei also knows that my family is very poor, and I grew up with my adoptive mother, so she doesn't care about my family background, as long as I am honest and good to her.
When I took her to meet her adoptive mother, her adoptive mother was not as enthusiastic as she imagined, at first Xuemei thought that her adoptive mother didn't like her, but later I explained to her that her mother was that kind of character.
When sending Xuemei away, I saw my adoptive mother take out a "jade bracelet" from the cabinet and give it to her, so that she could take it with her and pass it on to the next generation in the future.
I knew that my mother recognized her, but she was not good at expressing it, so Yumei and I got married, but on the day of the wedding, the adoptive mother did not appear at the wedding.
Because she has a very cold personality and doesn't like lively places at all, she didn't come to participate when I got married, but I didn't mind at all, after all, I knew her too well.
However, less than a week after Yumei and I got married, my adoptive mother's health failed, and she left the world before she could send people to a major hospital.
I don't seem to have much heartache about my adoptive mother's death, and I can't even cry, only Yumei cried quietly for my mother when she saw her passing.
Her funeral was also very simple, after all, she rarely interacted with people in her life, and there were few people who could attend, and the whole scene was very deserted.
Moreover, the funeral of my adoptive mother was also organized by the neighbor's mother-in-law, who is also very old now, but her body is tougher than my mother, and she can even eat several bowls at one meal.
After the funeral, my mother-in-law called me into the house and told me about my background, because she was afraid that one day when I died, my background would be a secret forever!
She said that although my adoptive mother was not my biological mother, my adoptive mother's husband was my real father, and I was the child born to my adoptive mother's husband and another woman.
So my adoptive mother hated me in essence, after all, my husband betrayed her, and because my biological mother died of hemorrhage when she gave birth to me, my father had no way to find my adoptive mother.
The father and the adoptive mother were originally baby relatives, but the father did not look down on the adoptive mother in the village, so he went to the city to work, but he fell in love with the daughter of the master carpenter.
But the master carpenter felt that he was not worthy of his daughter at all, so he beat the mandarin ducks with a stick, but his daughter followed her father with all her heart, so the two lived together.
It didn't take long for her to get pregnant, and my father was looking forward to my arrival, but no one expected that she would bleed to death when she gave birth to me.
He had no choice but to take me to find my adoptive mother, although they had a wedding when they were just adults, but they didn't have any husband and wife.
My adoptive mother was full of hatred when she saw me, but she couldn't stop my father from kneeling and begging, so she had no choice but to adopt me, but after adopting me, my father jumped into the well and died.
In this way, she became a widow at a young age, and I lost my biological parents, and at first she wanted to torture me, so she beat and scolded, and her attitude was not very good.
But people's hearts are flesh and blood, and I was also pulled up by her little by little, and slowly developed feelings for me, and I was already raised as my own son in my heart.
When I heard this, I was already in tears, because I didn't know how much pain and gossip she had to endure when she raised me.
[This content is an adaptation of a long fictional short story, please watch it rationally, do not sit in the opposite seat]