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Author: Li Liushen
I had the privilege of meeting a classmate I hadn't met for years, but he told me a strange story:
Dressed in outdated costumes, I went to the wedding in a serious manner, walked into the wedding scene with a happy face, and saw the groom in the suit and leather shoes, holding flowers in his hand, stepping on the red carpet, striding forward with his head held high.
you......
What happened to him?
He threw himself on one knee, his childish face raised high, and handed flowers to a young woman with flowers in his hands.
My heart thumped, my eyes soured, and I immediately turned my face to the side.
Who is she? It was better to enjoy such high etiquette than the two of us as a couple.
bride.
Is she the bride? How could it suck his soul?
I'm going to find out what it is...
When my family's expenses increased at a geometric rate, I worked with my wife in distant places hand in hand, getting up at 6:00 a.m. every morning, falling asleep after 11 p.m., sometimes staying up all night and not being able to get out of bed, often remembering that I was no longer a young man when I had back pain and leg cramps.
We often advised each other that when they became talents, they would surely enjoy happiness.
My son also went out to work, and when he heard others say that his monthly salary was more than 3,000 yuan, our faces were like flowers. However, when I heard later that he had joined the Moonlight Clan, I frowned—how nice it would be if his money could be kept by us.
He was also reasonable and always championed our decision. We hummed a little tune and gave him a string of Arabic numerals.
The stars in the sky are bright and dark, dark and bright, and the charming moon is round and missing, and the circle and lack are alternate. The mango trees in the factory had borne fruit several times, but how could that string of Arabic numerals be so inconspicuous? How can there be no windfall?
Stop mentioning money to me, it's boring!
The son got angry and thundered on the phone.
Alas, when the son grows up, it is time to give him a home, and perhaps this is the only way to contain his heart.
Did you quit your job? Just around her? What's that called?
Do you understand my heart? People are not old how confused!
The wife heard the father and son arguing on the phone, reached over the phone and said, Son, be happy, hold a wedding for you before the Spring Festival.
For this wedding, the first down payment was paid for a building of more than 140 square meters, and it was immediately put into renovation.
The wedding went on schedule and was in debt for a while.
I haven't spent the Spring Festival at home for more than 10 years, so this year I will take advantage of this festive celebration to make a scene at home.
At night, I lay in bed and turned over and couldn't sleep, my nephew was going to get married, how to pay back my sister's money? What should I say about my sister's money? And also......
Dad, buy a ground satellite receiver tomorrow, otherwise how to watch TV during the Spring Festival.
Yeah, the TV didn't have a signal yet, I muttered casually.
Dad, she wants to eat lamb, give me some money.
It was nearly 11 o'clock, it was time to make lunch, and I cut out 50 yuan and handed it over.
Lamb is particularly expensive, 50 yuan is not enough to eat.
I reached out and grabbed $50 and took out another $100 and handed it to him.
Take it, the son snatched 50 yuan too.
I glanced at the newlywed cave room and smiled, and the smile was very ugly. The wife couldn't help but open her mouth. Looking at her dry and thin body, I felt a pang of sadness, bitterness and annoyance that made me unable to socialize. Sneaking quietly into the bedroom, the indisputable tears took the opportunity to demonstrate to me, and I covered myself with my head covered.
The phone took advantage of the fun, and I reluctantly answered the phone.
Mmmm, mmmm, oh, I see.
The factory leaders were urging me to return quickly.
Hi, I put down my phone and turned sideways to twitch my body. The damn phone startled me again.
wow! Old friend's number, I hurriedly answered the phone.
Great, I went to the airport to personally greet your big car.
How? Where does the driver go?
Hmmm, well, good.
Friends are on a business trip, tomorrow back, to drive to the new house, I am immediately happy.
The next morning, I deliberately prepared a banquet and waited at home for my friend's car. At eleven o'clock, I received at the gate the first good friend I had not met in years, and I stepped into society.
After a few words of greeting, the banquet immediately began. When the wine was in full swing, the factory called again to urge. My friend said, then go, I will help you take care of it at home.
I nodded my head a few times.
How do friends leave my home? I really don't know, I just feel like I'm carrying a heavy package and staggering on the motorcycle that is driving to the station.
My wife said, I will go after the Spring Festival to earn money and help you pay your bills.
Three days later, my wife also rushed to my side, and she just smiled slightly, shook her head, and didn't reveal anything to me.
How could a wife change her mind? I have many versions in my mind, but I can't say them.
This was followed by her son's complaint, which only said on the phone that her mother did not buy vegetables at home, did not buy snacks, did not buy fruit, did not buy sunflower seeds - nothing, did not give money! His wife buys some snacks and lets others eat them...
There was a lot of nagging on the phone, and I had to shut down.
The wife lost her voice and cried bitterly, and the tears and snot kept pouring out.
When I first came, I was angry with my mother-in-law, I loved you, and now I am angry with my son... At home, apples, oranges, walnuts, everything to buy, sunflower seeds bought a few times ...
But he, a sweet potato bun, I took it in my hand, opened his mouth to nibble, he screamed and did not dare to eat, it was bought for his daughter-in-law... The daughter-in-law has returned to her mother's house, can she come back to eat?
I told my son, you have offended your mother, you will not regret it?
Ahem, I'm going to regret it!
All right. You're going to have children, how can we go back?
It was fine not to come back.
So what else is there to say? What else can be said?
I hung up the phone, and sweet deeds of excellence appeared in front of me.
Sweet is the baby daughter of the neighbor's family, and her human appearance attracts the attention of men. After passing through the door, I thought about spending all the money in my in-laws' house.
The in-laws were generous in front of their only daughter-in-law, and the piles met her requirements.
When the precious granddaughter came to the world, the mother-in-law was a hundred times more considerate, regardless of black, day and day. Soon, the daughter-in-law joined the ranks of the city fever.
To buy a house in the city, this time the second wife suffered. The mother-in-law, who is based on thrift and thrift, can't help but exhort - the new house at home is like an iron barrel, why spend the unjust money again? There are more places to use money in the future.
Stinky old lady, you know a bird feather.
These words actually came from the mouth of his son, and the old man's fire suddenly flew to the top of his head.
Are you not afraid of five thunderstorms in the sky? He dared to insult the old woman.
You say it again!
The son took a step forward, stretched out his right hand and pushed his mother-in-law to the sky.
wow! She cried so sadly.
Is crying justified?
How does this live?
Don't scare people.
At this time, the old man rushed to the house, taking advantage of the fact that the son was not prepared, he picked up a wooden strip and beat it down, and the son grabbed the wooden strip with his left hand and clenched his fist with his right hand, and was about to rush forward, just when the neighbor felt it, and his arms embraced the son.
The next day, Tiantian found four or five people to slap his father-in-law a few times, and threatened to pick his skin. The old lady came forward to reason and was slapped a few more times.
That night, she cried all night, and before dawn she walked out of the house, never to be heard from again.
A year later, when they gave birth to a son, because the two children were less than two years apart, the couple privately remembered the old lady's care...
I collapsed on the bed, and my son's good deeds came to mind.
When entering the son, the two little ones returned from outside, and the son brought the foot wash water to the room, served his wife to wash his feet, and gently wiped the water off his feet and carried him to the new bed. Gently pour out the footwash and close the door.
At noon, the son brought the face wash to the side of the bed and handed the toothbrush to his hand. He poured the face wash, held the snack and handed it to his wife, and then brought the hot meal to the bed.
Indisputable tears ran boldly down the nose.
I was carrying my bag and rushing to the station drunk, and my son was idle at home—how I wished my son would give me a ride.
At this time, my brain was in a mess, and my eyes were blurred.
Six months later, my son called and urged me to go home — and asked me to be home one day. I hurriedly asked the factory director for leave.
The community held a meeting of owners and read out the list of five good families and model husbands. The son turned out to be the first.
The band blew and played, and the laughter came and went. When the gleaming plaque hung in the hall, his son's eyes smiled like a slit.
My tears fell in a flurry of tears.
The daughter-in-law was pregnant, and the son said that it was a boy.
His hands clasped together and his shoulders kept shrugging, and his face was like a peach blossom in March, incomparably bright.
What's so good about the boy, I stared at my son intently. He couldn't help but bow his head and silently enter the bedroom.