No better than Liang Hongmengguang raising eyebrows, but it is the best love in the parents' era

Wang Lili

When my father was young, he was a righteous man, his temper was fiery, and there were many incidents of uneven roads and roars, and he was famous in three miles and five townships. Her mother was in the same village as her father, and she did not like her father's bad temper, but her grandmother and grandfather strongly approved of their marriage. The reason is simple: the father is powerful and has many brothers in the family, and he can help his grandmother's family. The mother is the eldest daughter of the family, and she has 4 younger sisters and 3 younger brothers under her, and there is a shortage of labor in the family. Despite her reluctance, her 21-year-old mother obeyed her parents and married her father.

After marriage, her mother left early and returned to work in the production team, and she spared no effort to be recognized by everyone as the most hard-working and capable daughter-in-law in the production team. She worked tirelessly to serve the elderly and take care of the housework. Grandpa didn't like his father, who was upset, and threatened to separate his father when he got married. However, because of my mother's virtuousness, my grandfather was reluctant to separate from his parents, and waited until my brother and I went to school before I had to separate. My parents lived with my grandparents for 9 years, and in 9 years, my mother never blushed with my grandparents and never said a word that made the old man angry. Sometimes the father made the grandfather angry, and the grandfather looked at the mother's face and did not bother with the father.

However, my father still often lost his temper and threw a tantrum for the slightest incident. And the mother, always silently endured, did not argue, did not fight back, quietly did her things. After the father finished the fire, he walked away angrily.

I vaguely remember one time when my father came home, my mother was not at home, and the door was locked. Without a key, he was furious, and when he lifted his foot, he kicked the door of his home. The mother said nothing, tears in her eyes, and turned to leave the house. When I was young, I was terrified and quietly followed my mother to my grandmother's house. Back at her mother's house, my mother did not beat her chest and howl like other wronged women, she just stood in the corner of the wall, quietly wiped away tears, and said: "Look at the good object you found for me, the door is broken." Grandpa comforted his mother in a kind voice: The young man has a big temper, and it will be good to keep it in a few years. Then Grandpa beckoned my mother and me home, and he took the repair tools and repaired the door of my house again. When Grandpa saw his father, he still smiled, and his father greeted him warmly, and no one mentioned the scene of Fang Cai. This matter passed lightly.

The family in front of and behind the house often heard the father's roar, but never heard the mother's noise. The father's burning anger always decayed, extinguished, and dissipated in the mother's silent patience, as if a heavy fist had been smashed into the soft cotton. When we were young, my brother and I both felt that our father had a bad temper and my mother was very pitiful.

When I grew up, I once asked my mother, and I complained that she did not know how to resist and blindly accepted it. The mother smiled: "Your father is such a fiery temper, he can't control it." He came to lose his temper, I put up with it, and it was all right. Why bother with the tip of the needle to Mai Mang, quarrel every day, and make a mess in the family? ”

I think my mother is right, but I am still unconvinced in my heart: In this way, is it not too much of a loss and too wronged to be a woman? And, I wonder in my heart, is there real love between parents? At that time, I, who had never been involved in the world, understood love as under the moon before the flower, sweet and sweet, and qingqing me. Thinking like this, I feel even more unfair to my mother, and I feel that my mother is not worth it in this life!

The days flow silently like water. Looking back, my parents are all old people. I don't know when the temper of the two people was completely reversed. The father became a kind old man with a smile on his face; the mother became a nagging old lady. Mothers always complained that their fathers were unhygienic, did not do meticulous farm work, ignored housework... In the endless nagging of the mother, the father always smiled and listened detachedly, without justification or counterattack. Sometimes, I really can't see it, complaining that my mother is too harsh and inconsiderate of my father, but my father thinks that I am troublesome, and I am silent: "Ms. Zhao's nagging song, began to sing..."

Later, the mother complained that her father had his ears behind his back and always couldn't hear her clearly, so when she talked to her father, she naturally shouted five or six, making people mistakenly think that adults were training children. In the sound of his mother's reprimand, his father was still laughing and moaning, or answering one or two, or not saying a word, just blindly laughing. The mother shouted angrily, "This deaf old man! ”

At this time, I am always confused: is this the thunderous father in memory? Is this the humiliating mother in memory? Time is such a magical thing that it can change the temper of two people so completely.

Once, I was on the phone with my father, and my father said, "Your mother is old, her temper is bad, she doesn't look good, I have to let her ah, many times I pretend not to hear, she muttered a few words and her heart was stable..."

My heart rippled, forbearing with each other, forgiving each other, this is the original appearance of love, right?

In recent years, her mother's memory has become worse and worse, and brain atrophy is gradually eating away at her memory, health and sobriety. "Alzheimer's disease" is like a boulder sinking down on our hearts.

Mothers no longer pay attention to hygiene. Clothes, pillows, and sheets of the four seasons were piled up all over the bed, and the eaten jujube kernels, banana peels, and peanut shells were thrown on the windowsill. At the head of the bed, at the end of the bed, on the window sill floor, it was a mess. My father never complained or rebuked, and always quietly packed up.

Mother couldn't tell the seasons. In the summer, seven or eight layers of clothes are arbitrarily put on. Her father asked her to take it off, but her mother flatly refused, and her father still smiled: "Are you afraid that cold air will suddenly come?" The mother did not appreciate it and scolded.

Mother forgot everything, including cooking. My father, who had never been out of the kitchen, learned to cook, cook fish, and cook rice in his ancient years. The father carefully added vegetables and meals to the mother, like serving a young child. Sometimes the mother's appetite is not good, the father is kind to persuade her to eat more; sometimes the mother's appetite is too good, eat too much, the father said: "Eat less food at night, too fat is not good- The mother rolled her eyes at him. Once, during the meal, the father said something joke, the mother felt ridiculed, a chopstick knocked on the father's brain door, the brain door up a bag, the father was not annoyed, a sigh, but also swallowed raw into the stomach.

Now, the mother's life depends entirely on the father. Her father fed her medicine, took care of her three meals a day, and took her on a tricycle to a contracted fish pond. My father farmed around the fish pond, mowed grass to feed the fish, raised chickens and ducks, and my mother followed suit. Her father wanted to plant shallots, she squatted there, and chose all the shallots to the roots, and her father smiled and said, "Are you planting shallots or stir-frying?" "The little melons my father planted had just grown up and were far from mature, and my mother picked them one by one. Father was helpless and said, take it off and eat it yourself. The mother was unreasonable: "Eat it yourself!" ”

The mother has completely become an unreasonable and wayward child. She forgot herself, and scolded at the shadow of the glass, she had never cursed when she was young, but she was so skilled, vicious, and hateful. We told her that the shadow was herself, and she didn't believe it, so we all shut up. The father smiled and said, "Just scold this old black blind man!" The mother felt that her father was not saying good things and began to scold her father. Her father called her to eat casually, the sea cucumber gave her food, he was reluctant to eat, and the peeled shrimp was given to her to eat...

Father said that when he was young his mother let him; now, he must be unconditionally kind to her, which is a matter of course!

More than once I offered to have my mother come to my house and take care of her. Father said: "You are busy at work, your mother likes to go to the fish pond, I always take her, so that I can rest assured..."

After dinner, the world was quiet and my mother was at peace. At the end of a tiring day, my father turned on the TV, watched the news, and watched the TV drama of the War of Resistance. Seeing the interesting place, the father turned back and told his mother. The mother listened with amusement and enthusiastically echoed it, and the two of them giggled, as if she were still the same as before, as if the days were still the days before...

At this time, my heart was rising, and tears were gushing... I have long understood the love of my parents - love, is the patience of the heavens and the earth, is the laughter of diseases and disasters, is the life and death of each other, never abandoned! Because of love, you can spend your whole life, tolerate without complaint or regret, and bear all the bittersweet and bittersweet given by fate without sorrow or joy, because he (she) is your unchanging lover in this life!