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2. The last ambiguous mark of life
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Is my life really as unbeatable as the old man said? I feel unwilling to do so. I can’t change my own life. I dream of using my humble life to change the fate of my two daughters.
In fact, when I was born, my fate did not feel very unfortunate. It can be said that I had a happy, albeit short, childhood. I was also “born in the new society and grew up under the red flag.” During the day, the sun shines warmly on the roof of my house, and in the morning, the moon lingers gently in front of my door; The osmanthus tree enters the festival on time and blooms without hesitation, spreading its alluring fragranceJamaica Sugar Daddyfilled every corner and room in the house.
In that sweet-scented osmanthus season, I emerged from my mother’s belly naked and without shame, arrogantly waving my hands and kicking my legs, crying, petitioning and declaring war on the world, lightly I easily beat my parents and grandparents into a panic. At that time, I seemed to be an invincible sage.
The days when I was arrogant, arrogant, and like I was in a no-man’s land often passed by very quickly, and I couldn’t forget it. My fearless experience as a child left a deep mark on me. There is not much left in my mind, only some chaotic memories remain. At that time, I was the middle of the family. Whenever I staggered to learn to walk, my family would open their arms and treat me like a general returning from a victorious battle, welcoming me warmly. Sometimes, when I fell, my family would let out a scream and rush up to me. Come and protect my supreme treasure. In my senses, they are willing servants, at my disposal. During this glorious period, my hobby was to unscrupulously issue some ridiculous orders, point out things, and ask for this or that. My family and relatives obediently accepted them, and all my unreasonable requests were fulfilled. I tamed almost everyone in my family.
I often wave my little hands and hit my father on any part of his body, even on his head and face, which are places I like to hit at will. Also, one of my father’s eyes is always closed, leaving only a crack. I feel strange. That must be what my father is pretending to show me. I want to expose him. He said, “Dad, open that eye. Why are you keeping it closed?” Dad smiled and said, “This is what God wants me to do. How could I go against God’s will and open it casually?” “I didn’t listen. I had a strong desire to change God’s will. I tried hard to open my squinted eyes many times, but the results were always unclear. I kept wondering in my heart why that eye was so stubborn and wouldn’t obey my orders. ? Despite my many efforts, I wanted to fix it and expose my father’s pretense. In the end, no matter how you fiddle with it, oneLetting go, the high and low eyelids returned to their squinting state. I thought to myself, I can’t make that eye open. Is it really God who asked my father to have eyes like this? Although these behaviors of mine were a bit annoying and annoying, my father never dared to fight against me. Instead, he smiled, grabbed my little hand, and kissed me constantly.
As for my mother, her two legs are my stools. Sometimes, suddenly, I come up with new tricks and give birth to more and more interesting things about my mother’s two legs that I often use as toys. How to play. And have an immediate action plan to implement the ideas that come to mind. Jamaica I don’t know why Sugar wanted to “torture” my mother like this. Anyway, she had to stretch out one foot and press her thigh against the thigh of the other foot. Moreover, the outstretched calf had to be curled up and the instep turned up, so I sat up and let my mother’s upturned instep support my little buttocks. I used the curled up leg as a The horse is riding. Then, the whole body kept shaking on the mother’s leg, and even kept jumping and kicking on it with the little butt. Although my mother’s two thighs were stacked up and down, and the calf was hanging as my horse, my vigorous and constant shaking made my mother very painful and kept shouting in pain, but I just couldn’t I was willing to let it go, but it wasn’t until my mother hugged me, kissed me constantly, and begged me to stop playing on one calf that I forgave my mother. I gave my mother a generous discount and sat on her legs instead to jump.
With grandma, I can be more unscrupulous. I am often very interested in grandma’s pale head. Playing with grandma’s hair is my favorite game. I climbed onto grandma’s lap, forced her head down, untied grandma’s incense coil, spread it out, and tied it up again with a thick and dirty rope, wanting to give it to grandma JM EscortsA beautiful make-up. But the bundling is not neat, and my hair is often tied up like a bunch of messy firewood. Sometimes, when I get interested, I tear up a handful of scraps of paper, or maybe a handful of trash or something, and scatter them on grandma’s hair. , cheering: “The world has snowed.” Grandma never dared to get angry, and was willing to let her hair turn into a messy bird’s nest, covered with “snowflakes”.
Grandpa is very majestic. Everyone in the family is afraid of him, but I am not afraid of him. I often bravely ride on my grandfather’s back and pull out his gray beard. Sometimes it hurts, and my grandfather will grunt and prick my little face with his beard. However, I often don’t allow my grandfather to avoid punishment, and must do it. I continued to pull out his beard with concentration, until grandpa used his wrist to tickle me, and I giggled out loud, ending my attack on the beard.
I quickly passed the few carefree years and began to feel Jamaica When Sugarfeels the taste of life and leaves a wonderful mark on the world, he suddenly feels that everything in front of him has begun to change. In every corner of his life and in the crowd of people, he gradually becomes more and more beautiful. The more it looks like a piece of chicken feather, anyone only needs to gently If you blow, you can blow me away.
My transformation from human to chicken feather started when my father passed away when I was 5 years old.
That night, my father’s body was found by the stream. When I carried it back, the wind was blowing fiercely, and gray-black clouds were overhead. For some reason, the sky above Tingshan Mountain in the west is like a huge colored cloth covered with blood. It is constantly shaking. The blood seems to be about to fall from that huge “cloth”. Dripping down
I can’t remember. What was my state of mind at that time? I was just following many busy figures, stumbling around, and I was confused. Why was my father always lying on the door panel, unable to get up and walk by himself, but he had to be carried by others, causing harm to others? I was dripping with sweat and breathing heavily. I couldn’t keep up with them. If I could catch up, I really wanted to pinch my father and urge him to get up quickly. At that time, apart from watching the fun, I really didn’t understand the concept of death. It took me many years to understand. It turns out that dad will never stand up again. This is in the human world. , my father was lying peacefully, receiving services from others for the last time.
To this day, I have become a mother, but I still don’t know why my father threw himself into the river.
At this moment, his father and his ten brothers are in full control of the village. The elder Cao Bai is the revolutionary group leader, the second brother Niu Pi Lantern is the security director, and my father is the third brother. Everyone calls him King Wan Songchuang. He holds the financial power in the village. Some people in the village call him a scholar of underworld. , it is said that he is very good at coming up with destructive ideas; the other little brothers have corresponding positions and powers. When criticism meetings or the like were held in the village, while others were standing or kneeling with their heads bent, my father always had a seat in the back, holding a pen and paper, taking notes, very dignified. The other brothers stood behind the victims, pulled their hair, and pulled their hands back at right angles to their own backs – this was called a “jet-type” reactionary action against the victims.
My father is a scholar among the ten brothers, and writing and arithmetic are his strengths. It is said that my father graduated from junior high school, which was a very impressive academic qualification in the village at that time. There were not many people in the whole village. One of my father’s eyes was diseased, almost blind, and could not be opened. When I was young, I tried to open it many times, but to no avail, it was always closed. But the good eye is extremely big and bright. When he was tired of writing, he would occasionally raise his head, and his good eye would emit a bright light like a searchlight, and the whole venue would tremble. Someone in the venue whispered: “King Chuang has one eye and can see thousands of miles again. Those who see it will suffer disaster again.” (It is said that Li Zicheng is also one-eyed, so the villagers said this.) It can be seen that my father Wan Song The power of King Chuang in the popularity of the villagers.
Here, I would like to add that there is a saying in the village: there is a thunderous eye on the top, and a squinting eye on the bottom. This means that those squinting eyes in the world are as powerful as the thunder and lightning in the sky. Beware of them and stay away. Anyone who is ignorant will suffer the disaster of thunder and lightning. At that time, many people in the village believed that the ten brothers had done many outrageous things in the village, and the bad ideas were all made by my father, who was known as the “Yinshi Scholar”. People felt that JM Escorts My dad is terrified. In fact, this is all an illusion and a random guess. This is really too flattering to my dad. In other words, it is unfair and biased. Judging people by their appearance is often unreliable. The real situation is that “Wansong Chuangwang” is my father. This is something I often thought about in the years after my father passed away: My father was not nearly as great as people said. He is just a loving father, the weakest husband who is most afraid of his wife; among the ten sworn brothersJamaicans Sugardaddy, he is also a slightly sensible one. A bit, the most soft-hearted but not authoritative brother.
Here, I would like to add something, to confirm what I say below. After the ten brothers came to power, about half a year later, the township party committee secretary at that time was a “capitalist roader” named Qiu. The rebels in the township escorted Secretary Qiu to my village to supervise labor, and he temporarily stayed at my house. , and asked my father to strictly guard him and forbid him from “talking nonsense”. He has been with my family for a long time, but I have never seen my dad yell at him loudly, let alone beat him or take “reactionary actions” against him. When we meet, I still call him “Secretary Qiu” every time, and I also repeatedly ask him to call Secretary Qiu “Uncle Qiu” when I see him, and I must not be rude. For a long time, I didn’t know why this “criminal” who was under house arrest in my house should be so respectful Jamaicans Escort. After so many days, although I have never called him “Uncle Qiu,” I have never disrespected him with words or actions. And my father even secretly let him go when the situation was tense – that was what happened when he lived in my house for almost three or four months. The fighting was very serious at that time, and news often came out that “capitalist roaders” somewhere were shot or killed inexplicably. News like this has spread so much that even I, a little kid, understand and fear. Sometimes, something fell to the ground at home, or some furniture fell to the ground, making a loud noise. I thought someone was shooting inside, and I screamed in fright and trembled all over. My dad, thinking about Secretary Qiu’s safety, negotiated with my grandfather, prepared some food stamps and money for Secretary Qiu, and asked him to escape from the village late at night and hide in Siming Mountain. This is true, I didn’t tell a lie. The advantage of me talking about my father in this way is because Wan Song is my father, and it is inevitable that there will be some personal relationship in the acquaintance, but I can be sure that this is closer to the real Wan Song and my father. My dad is definitely not a heinous “ghost scholar”. My father is indeed more fragile, but he is also very loving. I can be sure that there is no doubt that my father is more tolerant of me than my mother. He is also more humane to others.
At home, the father is the main labor force and the main pillar of the family’s survival, but he cannot be said to be the head of the family. Among the ten brothers, although the father is the third brother, his authority is not respected. In other words, he is just the object of being sucked by chickens and sucked by ducks. The people in the village only looked at the appearance of my father and did not know the inside story. Therefore, they often had only half-understandings, and most of them misunderstood and wronged him. The phenomenon of external strength and internal weakness has been common since ancient times. Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty was a sage and an example of being strong on the outside but capable on the inside. He powerfully created a peaceful and troubled world, but was incompetent in managing the family and pitifully managed a group of families with petty internal affairs. If the Holy Spirit is like this today, it is no wonder that the “Ten Thousand Pines Phenomenon” occurs in my family. Jamaicans Sugardaddy Although, I feel sorry for my father’s low status in the family, especially in front of my mother, like a mouse seeing a cat.I feel extremely unfair. But like my father, I have no way to change the status quo.
There are a few village neighbors who are familiar with the inside story. In fact, there is news that Wan Song is the King of Chuang on the outside and is invincible in every battle. On the inside, he is afraid of his wife. He says that he is often punished by his wife to kneel on the footboard. Two hours is his wife’s tolerance, and kneeling until midnight is Wan Song’s responsibility. Wan Song knew very well that scolding was a sign of affection and spanking was a sign of love. He did not dare to have any resentment in punishing his wife, lest he would not be able to enjoy more affection and love.
These situations are not groundless. I can reveal that they do exist objectively. My little eyes have seen them many times. My grandparents were dissatisfied with my mother’s unkind treatment of my father, and they often complained verbally. My little ears were filled with such complaints. Secretly, my grandfather called my mother a “concubine,” and my grandmother called her “Liu.” “His Lady” and “Shameless bitch”. Although I don’t know exactly what these curse words mean, I understand that my grandparents are very dissatisfied and annoyed with my mother, but they don’t dare to tell my mother in person. They only complain behind her back again and again. . My eyes have seen this Jamaicans Sugardaddy fact many times: Sometimes, my mother gets impatient and just scolds and punishes her in the room. It always seems impossible until it’s done. Dear, maybe it still can’t eliminate my mother’s inner dissatisfaction. On several occasions, she even locked my father out of the door and made him stand alone at the door drinking the southeast wind. He was not allowed to enjoy kneeling on the footboard in the warm home. preferential treatment. The frosty wind in the cold night did not pity his father’s suffering, but it always helped him, teasing and massaging his father’s skin. Adding to the loneliness, he could only huddle in the corner of the door and tremble until dawn; on summer nights, he would attract mosquitoes An unforgettable tease. Neighbors and passers-by didn’t dare to sympathize with my father when they saw him alone and trapped. They took pictures of my mother’s reputation, took one look at him, and walked away, not daring to take him in. In this way, let the father drink dew all night, endure the cold wind all night, and feed mosquitoes all night to calm his wife’s anger. Once, one winter morning, I was in bed, shivering from the cold, and I knew my mother had released my father from the door. I slept on the bed, forcing my eyes wide open, not daring to fall asleep. I wanted to save my father. Jamaica Sugar I didn’t know how long I stayed like this. I believed that my mother had fallen asleep, so I secretly opened the door and put my father in. inside the house. As soon as my father came in, he picked me up and held me tightly in his arms, kissing and touching my head, which made me breathless. This night, my father slept with me, and I slept wellEspecially sweet. I believe that my father is also very happy that he was not tortured by the cold this night, but could enjoy the warmth of the bed; maybe he is still thanking me.
Fortunately, my father can often learn lessons. After being punished by my mother many times, he became more disciplined at home and never dared to have even the slightest idea of disobeying his wife, let alone act on it. Only because of his wisdom, most of the time, Dad enjoyed the courtesy of not being kicked out of the bed, which made my father’s bed problems constant. After three years of exclusive pampering, I had a younger brother. The next year, another younger brother was born. , from then on, the sun sets over my place at home. My position has declined, but my father’s position has not necessarily improved much.
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The sudden change in my status is one of the things that my young and immature mind cannot figure out. Later, when I grew up, I understood a little better. It turned out that boys are worth more than girls in the family. This is our Chinese tradition since ancient times. This is an objective reality that cannot be changed. With two more boys in the family, his status is naturally lower. But the father is also a man, and his position in the family is much lower than that of the mother, who is also a woman. Why? This confusion has always been like a dodder, lingering in my mind for a long time. I always want to find out.
I heard gossip from the villagers that when my parents got married, my mother was different from the other girls. She was in the limelight and greatly overpowered my father. My mother’s unconventional behavior may have improved my mother’s future in the family. Location, this is very possible, has something to do with it, right?
At that time, the society was already advocating a change of customs. Music was no longer played when getting married. The woman often carried a brocade bag, just like going out to the market or visiting relatives, simply carrying her body with her. Just move over. It has become a glorious fashion to conduct marriages simply and thriftily. But my mother didn’t want to follow the fashion, but she developed a strong interest in old customs. At that time, it took considerable courage for my mother and her father to dare to return to their old ways. My mother’s maternal relatives are really powerful. They showed their unique courage and ability in the matter of my mother’s marriage. They got the ornately decorated sedan from nowhere. On the day of the wedding, my mother’s feet were not there. The function of consumption is to sit leisurely in a picturesque sedan chair together with other parts of the body with fluttering flowers and branches, enjoying the happiness of being carried, leisurely and comfortably walking through the villages and alleys, winding along the country roads and official roads On the field alley. Moreover, all the dowry was carried on the shoulders and followed behind the sedan chair in a flamboyant and majestic manner. My maternal parents also hired a group of drummers. They all played their instruments with great energy and played in a variety of ways. Not to mention the children passing through the villages and towns, all Jamaica Sugar was stumbled to the entrance of the village to watch the excitement. Even the birds flying by, such as swallows and sparrows, were stunned for a moment, chattering and discussing, what happened here?
Mother’s team marched towards my father’s village in such a mighty and majestic manner
My father’s village was not big and not very prosperous, even though it was the only official road in the village. Don’t talk about today Even the mechanized roads now available in every village are incomparable, and they are pitifully narrow. Although the family members know the truth and have changed the number of people carrying the carriage from eight to four, as soon as the sedan arrives at the entrance of the village, the carriage is ready. Seeing the pity of the so-called official road, the two The bearers walking side by side were full of dangers and the steps were difficult. Every step they took was in danger of stepping off the road and getting their feet stuck in the mud. The bearer walking behind had to shout: “Be careful, the road is on the road.” The ground is loose, so keep your feet steady. “The person behind responded: “You walk slower, there is a lot of grass and we can’t see clearly. “The four bearers were cautious, crawling with the soles of their feet, as if they were on an adventure. Those bearers knew better than to let their own meticulousness slip away, and dump the sedan and the bride together into the muddy field to be used as fertilizer. So. , the large group of people behind them had no choice but to follow behind the sedan chair, walking like old women doing their prayers, walking in small steps like cats
The appearance of the sedan chair immediately caused a sensation in the whole village. Men, women, and children came out in droves to watch the newly unearthed antique flower bridge. Those naughty ghosts aged five, six, seven, and eight years old shouted and rushed towards the sedan chair. Go. At that time, people in the village were talking about the lively scene on my parents’ wedding day. I was very envious and even a little jealous. Why didn’t you call me and let me experience the excitement? href=”https://jamaica-sugar.com/”>Jamaica Sugar Daddy is making a fuss and rejoicing!
The villagers think that the sedan chair procession is showing off to the man, showing off, and trying to show off. However, the woman’s ostentation does not offend the villagers. approachable The elements of disgust and envy occupy the minds of most people. Male voices, female voices, old voices, majestic voices, time and time again: “Weddings in the village have not seen such a big scene in many years, and the dowry is also large. , there must be more than a dozen to carry. “Yes, this one-eyed man is very lucky. How can such an incompetent person find such a good match?” “I heard that Wan Song’s wife is quite pretty. King Wan Song Chuang can’t compare with her at all. Moreover, I heard that she is many years younger than Wan Song. How come with such merit, a one-eyed dragon happens to be in his turn?” “The possibility is the blessing he gained from his previous life.” “You don’t understand. In fact, the Wansong family is also wealthy. It is said that there are many ‘Yuan Datou’ hiding secretly” – this statement may not be fabricated out of thin air. Someone who knows the inside story added in a low voice: ” Wan Song’s mother turned out to be the lady of a rich man’s family in Yuyao. At that time, Wan Song’s father was working as a long-term worker in the rich man’s house, and he actually fell in love with the rich man’s lady, who is now Wan Song’s mother. He’s a toadIf you want to eat swan meat, of course the lady won’t. Everyone knows that Wan Song’s father has a somewhat broken foot. He threatened the lady: If you don’t want to, he will set fire to your home and kill your whole family. Miss was afraid that he would really do such lawless things, so she eloped with Wan Song’s father and went to our Shan County to become Wan Song’s mother. It is said that after the land reform, a group of assets from Yuyao’s wealthy family were unloaded to Wansong’s family. Now, it is very possible that Wansong’s family has ‘Yuan Datou’. The Wansong family and the bride’s family who were sitting in the sedan chair had a bit of a pumpkin shed relationship. It was rumored that the Wansong family hid gold and silver jewelry. Maybe they married their daughter to Wan Song because they were interested in these coins and silver. “This statement was supported by many people present: “It’s possible, it’s extremely possible. Otherwise, it’s hard to explain why a beautiful girl would marry the one-eyed King Chuang. ”
These words are really not all without reason. In my impression, my mother is indeed very beautiful, much more beautiful than my father. I have also heard people in the village praise my mother: saying that my mother will grow taller, shorter, and taller. One point is fatter, another point is thinner. It can be seen that my mother looks just right, not tall, not short, not fat, not thin, standard, natural charm, with contemporary fashion. As the saying goes, it’s hard not to be envied by others. It’s true that my father is more than ten years older than my mother. It’s okay for my mother to have so many advantages at home. . As for my grandparents hiding jewelry, I really don’t understand. Besides being poor, my family is not rich at all. When my father was still alive, he was just able to have enough food and clothing. In addition, I still have a puzzle that I can’t get rid of. Didn’t my father become the third brother during the tenth sect? Why did he have so many mouths whenever he opened his mouth? Come over? The second brother is qualified to criticize him, but he still understands that the younger brothers are still criticizing him, and they all seem to They all have the power to prohibit their father from speaking. But his father tends to talk a lot, giving suggestions and opinions one after another. However, there are only a few times when his words are useful, and when his brother understands the situation, his father is really good. Yes, he is the head of this family, and the home is the place where ten brothers gather for meetings, so why doesn’t he have authority? Jamaicans SugardaddyI always feel that the role of my father and this family is only to pay for food, drinks, electricity bills, late nights, and free conference rooms, which of course alleviates my mother’s contempt for my father.
Once, ten brothers discussed a criticism meeting, and there was a scuffle. The theme of this meeting was how to criticize. Doucun Party Secretary A Lin, team leader Lu Qingshui, and my father Wan Song, who participated in the decision-making, were the first to be criticized by the ten brothers.
That day, I sat on my father’s lap. Although I don’t know exactly what they are talking about, I always feel that these people are very strange. The expressions on their faces are like acting, and they all seem to be very excited and angry.He looked and spoke Jamaicans Sugardaddy as if he was quarreling with someone.
The man who was called “Fifth Brother” was the first to speak because he had a slight stutter – he had a specialty called “tongue cutting” by the locals. With his tongue cut, he could speak more. It was true. Plus, he was so excited that when he opened his mouth, his labored pronunciation first made his face turn red and elongated: “These, these, these two thieves, hold, hold, hold them We have been living in our village for more than ten years, and there is still a tomorrow! We need to give them more life,” the tenth brother said, “You’re right, I’m too angry with them, and now, I’m called. They were also offended. “The seventh brother said: “During the struggle today, they were not allowed to stand properly and were made to sit on a jet. After that, they were asked to kneel for several hours until the struggle was over.”
The eighth brother kept saying right things, but before he could go on to come up with a better idea, he was interrupted by my father Wan Song: “What nonsense are you talking about, so low-level? According to what you said, people understand, Are we taking revenge on them? Hasn’t the reactionary behavior changed?” The fifth brother immediately shouted: “Third brother, what are you talking about, standing guard for Ah, A Lin and the others?” The ninth brother also objected. Said: “Third Brother, you want to do good to these two forgetful people, so why should we take away their power and criticize them? If we criticize them, we will let them live.” The sixth brother said: “Third Brother, what do you think? There is a problem.” The eighth brother laughed and said, “Third brother, you sympathize with them, so go and fight with them today.” My dad argued, “I don’t object to criticizing A Lin and others. I mean. , IJM Escorts need to speak strategically and be on the stage to avoid being scratched.”
The old Cao Bai coughed and said: “Okay, okay, don’t argue anymore. The third child is right. Now that we brothers are in power, we must show our words and actions to the master. , We need to win the cards, and we also need to write general articles. Of course, we can understand the mood of the brothers, and it is essential to take reactionary actions against them.”
The tenth brother intervened and chirped. : “Are we just discussing among brothers, we haven’t talked about it inside.”
Cao Bai went on to say: “What you brothers said is correct. Of course we will not make it easy for A Lin and Lu Qingshui. We brothers all know it well, but if there is any, it is okay to talk among brothers. Absolutely It cannot be leaked. Next, let’s discuss the agenda of today’s criticism meeting: meeting. Who is in charge, who records, what charges will be added to Alin Water Purification, what signs will be hung, what reactionary actions will be taken at the meeting; also, the layout of the venue, the order maintenance of the venue, etc., we all have to think about it, do it in advance, and be sure to Don’t let today’s eve meeting be disrupted.”
Lao Qi listened.He was very excited and said: “As expected of a young man, he has thoughtful ideas. A Lin has been the secretary of the village for more than ten years and has been in power for more than ten years. He is very suitable for wearing the hat of a capitalist roader and a local bully.”
My dad disagreed and said: “‘Capitalist roaders’ are okay, but the label of ‘local bully’ is inappropriate. Isn’t this similar to what the landlords and bullies said in the old society? He They are the ones in power since liberation. The label of capitalist roader is enough.”
The fifth brother shouted again: “Third, third brother, you want to be a loyalist, why are you always defending… Defending A-Lin? I think A-Lin is worse than a landowner bully, and he is a bully.” The other brothers immediately expressed their full support for Lao Wu and Lao Qi and opposed my father.
The boss finally set the tone and said: “I think it’s okay. Just write ‘capitalist roader, bully A Lin’ on the badge with red ink. Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have Imagine. , as soon as Lao Ba spoke, he immediately offered up his idea, “Of course, a piece of cardboard is not enough. There is a cement board at the door of the church, about two feet wide, which can be used as a sign. Just in time, today, call him Taste the cement on your head and neckIn the middle of every difficulty lies opportunity.” Lao Ba kept applauding and said, “Brother Qi’s idea is good. The cement slab is heavy, and a rope may not be strong enough.” Lao Qi said, “This is not difficult, this is not difficult.” How can it be that if you drill two holes in the cement board and thread a thick lead wire through it, it won’t be strong?” The fourth child sat and listened without saying a word. Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you. going., couldn’t help but add: “It’s not too strenuous for you to do this. Why don’t you take a long stool and ask Lu Shuiqing to kneel under the stool, fall down, and fall half to death? It’s his own bad luck.”
Listen At this point, my father Wan Song became anxious again and quickly said: “What you guys said has gone too far again. We are criticizing them to touch their souls, not their bodies. What you are doing is engaging in corporal punishment. Opportunities don’t happen, you create them.” He stood up, pulled off his unbuttoned foreign cloth shirt, exposing his fleshy muscles, threw the cloth shirt on the back of the chair and said, “Third brother, you just take care of the village’s accounts.”Okay, where are all the words? I think it is more suitable to use cement board to deal with Lu Shuiqing. When Lu Qingshui had the power, he was romantic and happy. In the past, he had straightened his egg and stem. Now, if he wants to turn his head and neck upside down, it can be regarded as a fair reward for him. Let him hang cement boards today, what are you afraid of? “
The second brother’s words received a lot of applause. The fourth brother did not argue and insisted on his own opinion. Of course, my father’s words had no market, so he had no choice but to say nothing. When the laughter of the brothers stopped, , cowhide The lantern went on to say: “A piece of cardboard is not enough for this guy A Lin. We need to dress him up: give him an impermanent hat to wear. He should be at least three feet tall. In the past, he was the king of hell in the village. Now we call him Being a kid is impermanent, haha. “
The wonderful idea of the cowhide lantern was applauded and praised by the brothers. The old man Cao Bai also smiled and had no objection, even if the disagreement was passed. Cao Bai gave the final instigation and said: “That’s it. Come on, I will be in charge of today’s meeting, and the third child will take notes; the second child will be responsible for the discipline of the meeting, and set the rules for the meetingJM EscortsPeople who take reactionary actions; the venue is arranged, brothers, please go and get busy. Also, paper with the words ‘Degenerate Lu Qingshui’ should be pasted on the cement board, and words should also be written on the impermanence hat, Lao Third, if your handwriting is better, go ahead and finish it. Also, Lao Shi, you have a good throat. You are responsible for taking the lead in shouting reactionary slogans in the audience. You must shout loudly and with power. “
After the arrangements were made, all the brothers asked my father to hold a banquet to celebrate. I kept kicking my father, meaning that he would not listen to them. But my father did not object, and he even asked me None of them accept it. It seems that my dad is happy to be a pig-headed Asan.
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That lively Jamaicans Shortly after Escort’s criticism meeting, Jamaica SugarI have always been a little confused, but my father’s energy is a little weak, like a shriveled vegetable. The gatherings of the ten brothers at home are always lively and lively, but my father is full of energy. I became increasingly silent and depressed. Later, I saw it with my own eyes and understood a little bit of the secret.
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Our house is a one-bedroom house with four rooms on the east side. The one on the east side has a kitchen, which is dedicated to making tea and cooking. The two rooms on the west side are covered with floors and are considered as buildings. My parents’ room was upstairs in the one at the end. The brothers were having a noisy gathering, and it was in front of the third room, some distance away from my dad Wan Song’s bedroom. My dad accidentally discovered it., when the brothers are having a good time and forget about everything, Cao Bai, the boss, often disappears, and at this time, his wife often disappears. One day, his father Wan Song was confused and sneaked to his room. Before he was pregnant, he heard angry sounds. Wan Song bravely climbed up in one breath and saw that the atmosphere in the room was worse than in front of the hall. It was still lively. My wife and the elder were laughing and chatting, and they were so happy. I also saw Cao Bai making a move and pushing his wife down on the bed. His hands were like a child fishing in troubled waters, and his mouth was like a “Pig Bajie”.Jamaicans Sugardaddytrough foraging. Wan Song walked over and said cautiously: “What are you doing?”
Cao Bai stood up, patted his sleeves, and said calmly: “Hey, third child, you are right. Chatting and joking with my brothers and sisters – how was the discussion above? “
Afterwards, when they were alone together, the father whispered to his wife: “Zhaofeng, why are you arguing with others? Your behavior must be measured…” Unexpectedly, before he could finish his words, his wife slapped him. Although the weak man’s The strength of his hand was unlimited, but he still knocked his father’s teeth crooked, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. The wife was extremely unjust, as if she was the one who was beaten, and tears poured out as if the floodgates had been opened, to wash away her grievances. She cried and cursed: “You are a stupid person, you are a poisonous person, you speak so carelessly, you just say a few words? Is your magnanimity so great? No wonder Brother ZaiJamaica SugarBrother has no authority, who is Cao Bai? You are young, you just talk and laugh with me and be a little affectionate, what’s wrong? But you talk like this and abuse your wife, woo woo, woo woo. …”
Next, thousands of “poisonous heads” and “poisonous heads” continued to be cursed. My father had already retracted his tongue. He understood that this was the result of his lack of tolerance. His wife punished him like this. He didn’t dare to reply even a word, and of course he didn’t dare to fight back. After his father recognized the situation and his guilt, his mouth stopped speaking, but his mind stopped moving. The frequent “chatting” between the elder brother and his wife appeared in his eyes one after another. Even as a child, I couldn’t stand it. I didn’t understand what Cao Bai and his mother were doing, but I always vaguely felt that Cao Bai couldn’t get so much happiness from my mother. Happiness should belong to me and my father. But that Cao Baiyan looked at me, and he actually got more happiness from my mother than my father. I don’t understand why. Therefore, I complained in front of my father many times: “Dad, that uncle always bullies my mother, beats her, pushes her on the bed, and laughs.” But my father yelled at me: “Don’t talk nonsense, be careful when I hit you.” You!”
After that, his father Wan Song just pretendedDeaf and dumb, he seemed to be in a daze. His wife and Mr. Cao Bai were “chatting” affectionately day after day, but he just pretended not to see it. However, his father encountered his mother’s neglect day after day. He even wanted to pretend to “not see” him. Unable to control it, a thick layer of ice formed in my father’s heart.
One afternoon, my father Wan Song and members of the production team were weeding in the Taoyuan field. It is the season when peach blossoms are in full bloom. Dozens of acres of peach trees are connected together, and there is endless pink land everywhere. Standing in the peach forest is like stepping on colorful clouds. The breeze blew by, and the flower buds hanging on the branches were teasing the faces of the workers from time to time. Their heads and faces were filled with the feeling of the shower of flowers. Unfortunately, the people present were all farmers who were used to it. If there were any I don’t know what kind of admiration will be given by poets and other literati present. Here, the real owner is the bee, she appreciates, sings, works, enjoys, and travels through the sea of flowers. Hearing the buzzing sound, my father was very irritated. He took off his hat and fanned away the bees flying overhead.
At this moment, my dad saw his elderly mother, swinging her half-small feet, staggering at the end of the peach garden. From afar, I heard my mother calling: “Wan Song, Wan Song, come down!”
My dad Wan Song put down the hoeJamaica Sugar Daddy said while running: “Mom, what’s wrong with you? How can you run on a mountain road with such feet? You stand while I come down.”
Before my dad could stand still, The old lady said solemnly, “Do you still have the heart to work? There’s a rebellion at home.” Wan Song was shocked, looked at his mother’s face and asked, “What happened?” “You go back quickly, if you wait a little longer, you have made up your mind! As a human being, you must have a tone. There is no man like you in the world. You don’t have the slightest air. You must have a certain temper when you encourage and pamper your wife. How can you let your wife do it? Lawless! Come on, why are you still standing? Go find out what she is doingJamaica Sugar Daddy! “
When my dad heard this, his heart dropped, and he ran home regardless of the things he was working on in the peach garden or the nagging mother.
The house was quiet. At that moment, I took my three-year-old brother Hongwei out to play. The younger brother was only one year old. He was lying on the basket and sleeping so sweetly. It seemed that, Being young, being young and ignorant is also a blessing. Even if he is awake, he can turn a blind eye with a clear conscience and do not need to express his love or hatred. My father was a little frustrated. He heard a noise in his bedroom upstairs, and he felt faint for a moment. Trembling, he mustered up his last courage and rushed straight up the ladder.
The next scene was a funny play. Everyone in the country except my father Wan Song liked to act in it and watch it. Father’s face is livid, appearing in front of his bed, the old man Cao Bai got out of the bed and put his bare thighs into another pair of trousers. When he saw Wan Song come in, he didn’t panic, nor did he speed up his dressing or trousers. Just like at home, he completed the dressing steps slowly, just like an actor finishing his outfit calmly backstage, and then called the host with a smile: ” Third child, you’re back. Your wife hasn’t gotten up yet, and the bed is hot. Come on, haha.” As he said that, Cao Bai’s movements suddenly became more agile. He took one step at a time. Life is 10 percent what happens to me. and 90 percent how I react In front of it., I grabbed my dad Wan Song, pushed him into bed, and walked away laughing.
Faced with his naked wife, his father’s Life has no limitations, except the ones you make. He didn’t react at all. He curled up into a ball, like a malaria patient, swaying constantly and mouthing involuntarily. Humming and humming, I didn’t know when my wife got up and left. She kept shaking and sighing like this until dinner, when I called him and he was still lying down with his clothes on.
I climbed onto the bed, lay down next to my father’s ear and shouted loudly. The sound was enough to burst the eardrums. I don’t know if my father’s eardrums were burst. Anyway, after shouting, I There was a dull pain in my throat, as if it was cracked. As for my father, he didn’t respond at all. Then, I switched to pulling and tried my best, but I couldn’t get my father to get up. Later, I roped in my grandma to help. Grandma scolded and used force to pull father off the bed.
During dinner, my family noticed something was wrong with my dad. Facing the food, he didn’t know how to eat it. His family shouted, “Eat.” He just took a bite without adding any vegetables. When his family put vegetables in his rice bowl, he bit into them without using chopsticks. The family member called again, “You don’t know how to use chopsticks?” Then he picked up the chopsticks, but his mouth seemed to be leaking, and the food couldn’t get into his mouth, dripping all over the table. I looked at my father’s movements, curious, and said, “Mom, what’s wrong with dad? He seems to be stupid.”
I didn’t hear what my mother said, she just lowered her head to eat. But my grandfather suddenly stood up and cursed: “You useless thing, why are you making a fool of yourself?” He stretched out his hand and slapped my dad. My father was caught off guard, and the palm wind was quite powerful and weak. It seemed to be more masculine than the slap my mother had given him. As a result, my father fell to the ground with his chair.
My breasts Jamaica Sugar was shocked and cursed: “You old man is going to die, you are so cruel Why are you beating him?” He rushed to help his son who fell to the ground. The old man yelled: “What the hell do you know? I’m afraid that I won’t get sick after eating, so why don’t you just beat him? Don’t you see me?”In this situation, his mind is completely confused. Slap him and startle him, maybe he will wake up. ”
However, my dad finally showed no signs of “waking up” from the fright, and his problems became more serious. He could no longer handle basic necessities of life for a day, let alone normal life. I went to work in the production team. My family also went to see a doctor – a “barefoot doctor” in the village. They saw a doctor several times, but nothing seemed to improve.Jamaicans Escort Husband, my mother Zhao Feng is very upset. It seems that she has no chance to even call her husband a “drug head”. She can’t see her anymore. Any normal consciousness, therefore, I had to change my husband’s name. When I saw my father who looked like a plague pig, I called him a “dead corpse”; left “deadJamaicans Escortcorpse”, right “dead corpse”, morning “dead corpse”, evening “dead corpse” cursed constantly. When she got tired of scolding him, she really treated him as a dead corpse and resolutely forbade him from sharing the same bed. .My father didn’t resist, he just fell asleep on the floor and didn’tJM Escorts Covered himself with a quilt or something, he didn’t seem to be any more dissatisfied than before. He seemed to be sleeping more fragrantly than usual.
Mom and Dad couldn’t see it. There was a bunk set up for my father in the next room. Anyway, my father was very obedient and would live wherever you asked him.