My Life (2)

Childhood memories are fragmented and scattered, except for the clear ones that the grandmother has a cold and contemptuous look throughout, and I secretly asked my father if you picked it up, and my father answered firmly that I was not. Of course, until now, my grandparents have returned, my father is old, I am not confused, I do not believe that he is my grandparents' own son. There is no parent who does not love children, and in that era of patriarchal thinking, even if the parents did not give birth to men, they still loved me and my sister to the bone. And my grandparents just coldly watched our whole family hungry and unclothed, and I secretly swore that I must study hard and get ahead.

Of course, before I grew up, my father worked hard to become stronger. In the early 1980s, he gave up the jobs of the workers of the construction company and began to go to the sea, setting up stalls to sell hats, buttons, balloons, and later fixed cigarettes at the entrance of the street. Selling cigarettes is a small business, need a certain amount of capital, just began to find grandma to borrow money to do the cost, there is no doubt that the rejection is rejected. The next door neighbor I called her Grandma Ma Yuan, because she set up a stall in front of her house to sell fritters and hemp garden in the morning, and she heard that my father wanted to do business with the capital, and without saying a word, she borrowed 500 to my father. She was a kind old man, who often looked at our two sisters with compassion, and often secretly wanted to stuff two hemp gardens for us to eat, I never accepted, my poor self-esteem made it impossible for me to accept the handouts of others, even if it was kind.

Father's small business has done this, because of his loyalty and honesty, never sell fakes, and the business means of small profits and high sales are getting better and better, and the ridiculous thing is that the attitude of grandparents has also changed slightly, and occasionally they also put meat and fruits in our house. My mother was grateful to Dade for accepting their overtures, but a corner of my heart was always cold, until now, they had been buried for many years, and I remembered their appearance, and all I remembered was the dark contemptuous look in their narrow eyes.