The story of Meng's mother changing school district houses for her son
Li Hengchang
When I was three years old, my father suddenly fell seriously ill and left us quickly. After my father died, my mother made a living by weaving cloth and slowly pulled me to grow up.
For a long time, my relationship with my mother was not good, and I was even very nervous at one point. All this is because my mother is too strict with me. Unlike other parents, my mother was usually extremely strict with me, sometimes simply harshly. For example, she asked me to stand and sit, and when eating, not only should I sit upright, but the bowl must be flat, and I can't talk while eating. I am a live and jumping child, who can do such mechanical rigid requirements?
In my eyes, although my mother is hard-working and hard-working, she is a typical Marxist-Leninist old lady who hopes to become a jackie chan. Usually, my mother and I are with me, except to teach me to study hard and be a person with achievements and achievements when I grow up. All day long, it's really boring. At that time, I really wanted to leave her and go out alone to live a free life. However, due to his young age at that time, he never really had the courage to run away from home.
My mom and I had our first conflict after a meal. At that time, she told me that Confucius, who knew to study since childhood, later became a great thinker and educator. This is obviously a matter of not doing well with me. I couldn't stand it any longer, like an enraged lion, suddenly stood up and yelled at her: I know, Confucius is a saint, but you must know that Confucius was born in an aristocratic family, and even if he is like you, he will weave cloth, and there is no chance at all! My words left my mother speechless. I saw tears in her hesitant eyes. I ignored all this, picked up my school bag, and rushed out of the house in a huff.
At that time, my family lived in a remote village thirty kilometers away from Zoucheng, my family was two grass houses, and to the west was a cemetery. At that time, life was extremely poor, and the children were together, except for playing spinning tops and hiding cats, there was basically no other game. When people die in the village, it is the most miserable time for the adults, but for me it is a time to find happiness. Because, I can follow behind the mourning team with my friends, learn the appearance of adults, and play games of blowing and crying. All this was looked at by my mother from a distance.
Usually, I listen to adults say that on the other side of the mountain, there is a bustling city, where there are not only a lot of fun things, but also a beautiful beauty that makes people drool. I also heard an old man say that our family's homestead was unlucky because the land was connected to the woodland. So, at that time, I fantasized every day that one day, I would be able to leave here and move to the city. Later, when I was about 6 years old, my dream came true, and my mother really moved me to the city.
Xinjia is located in the heart of Zoucheng City and belongs to the bustling business district. Coming home from school, the most prosperous street, is the only way for me. Every day after school is my happiest moment. Because, although I can't afford to buy a variety of goods, I can at least feast my eyes. I used to wander that street a lot, and later got to know a lot of bosses very well.
At that time, I secretly fell in love with a girl from the neighbor's house. She has clear eyes, two shallow dimples, and two small tiger teeth, and she is born to smile. Whenever she laughed, I felt a roar, and the beautiful sunlight shone into my heart. I wanted to buy a bow for her and express my love for her, but I had no money and didn't dare to ask my mother for it, so I had to ask for support from the boss who sold the goods.
The boss was a middle-aged man with a long beard, and as soon as I opened my mouth, he discovered the secret. He smiled and said: Haha, little fart, actually know how to give gifts to the girls he likes? But pie doesn't fall from heaven. Well, I have something to do tomorrow morning, you come to show me the stall, and after reading it, I will give you two bows for free. So, the next day, I chose to skip school, and I learned to shout like a salesman.
Just when I was living a comfortable life in this bustling place, suddenly one day, after coming home from school, I saw my mother packing luggage: "Mom, what are you doing?" Mom said, "Hurry up and pack your things, let's move?" "Moving? Why? Where to move? I love it here. "It's too far from the school, move closer to the school." "No, I like it here, I don't go." Mom said, "Hurry up, the hired car is coming." You don't want to go unless you live here alone. "No way, I had to follow this stubborn stinky old woman to another place."
Since I like the bustle of the commercial street, I miss the little girl next door to be precise, and after moving, I often skip school. Once, when he was found by his mother from school, he came home and was beaten up, and his ass was red. Faced with my mother's tyranny, I chose to go on a hunger strike in protest. On the third day of the hunger strike, my mother came to me with noodles and cried and said, "You know what? Mom is all for your good, Mom loves you the most! ”
I pouted and said, "You don't love me at all." I just want to live a free and happy life, I don't want to become famous and have a family, and since you love me, don't force me. Mom listened, immediately turned around, brought a kitchen knife, my face turned yellow with fright, I don't know what she is going to do? Only to see her come to the loom, slash the knife fiercely, and cut the cloth she was weaving hard. Then, he came to me: "Mom doesn't want to weave, and she wants to live a free and happy life." In the future, let's both enjoy the life we want to live personally. "Hey, Mom is really a very good character, I served YOU, I lost again, and never dared to skip school again."
My final transformation was due to a sudden discovery after school. When I arrived at the door that day, I heard a man in the courtyard loudly reprimanding my mother: "I tell you, you are limited to ten days, pay back the rent you owe, otherwise, roll up the covers and leave." Through the crack in the door, I saw my mother kneeling on the ground: "Please, give me another month of forgiveness, and when I sell the woven cloth, I will return it to you." Don't let us move away, I'm here to create a suitable learning environment for my children. ”
I didn't hear clearly what the man and his mother said in the back, and when the man left, I quietly hid on the side of the door. At that time, I finally understood my mother's good intentions. By the time I walked in the house, my mother had already wiped away her tears, and when she saw me come back, she smiled and asked me as if nothing had happened: Hungry? What did you learn today? My eyes were a little moist, and my fists were clenched tightly. After that, I realized my responsibility and, like a changed person, I never let my mother worry about it again.
When I was eighteen years old, my mother entrusted someone to propose to the neighbor of the commercial street where I used to live, and I married my sweetheart as I wished. Soon after we got married, my wife and I had a fight. The reason for the quarrel was actually very simple, when I went to the inner room, I found my wife naked inside, which obviously did not conform to the living norms that my mother usually taught me, so I reprimanded her. Unexpectedly, my wife was very puzzled by this, saying that I took her as my own person, looked for my mother to judge, and said that I did not pass with me and wanted to go back to my mother's house.
My mother listened to my wife's cries and called me out. I thought my mother would side with me on this issue, but I didn't expect my mother to pick up a book and smash it hard on my head: I am teaching you to be a person with flesh and blood, a mind, and a soul, who made you a nerd? Seeing this, the wife laughed. Privately, my wife once said to me: Mom is the best mother-in-law she has ever met. Her reasoning was that her mother was always looking at her when things happened.
At the age of 22, my mother also died of illness. My wife and I knelt in front of her grave, and the flowers flying in the air along with the kind image of my mother flew into tearful eyes. That's when I realized I had lost something.
At this point, the reader may already know that I am not me, and my real name is Meng Ke, a person who later became a saint. After I became famous, many places invited me to give lectures, and many media interviewed me, and the question they asked the most was: How did the saints become? I replied: There are many factors in the cultivation of saints, but the most crucial one is that saints have the greatest mother in the world!
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