When we arrived at the stone house on the mountain, we immediately saw Lin Yu's car parked there, and bright lights were shining from the windows in the house. This place is actually not much higher than the city where we are, but it seems to be much colder.
The light in front of me made me feel a kind of warmth immediately.
After getting off the car, I immediately went inside the house. Lin Yu left the door unlocked. After entering, I locked the door. At this moment, I felt the real warmth inside. Lin Yu had already lit a fire in the fireplace.
"The folks here are so nice. They have already prepared firewood here." Lin Yu said to me with a smile.
I said: "Yes, they are very simple. If others give them a benefit, they will return it double. The people in the city are much more vain, and they must consider interests in everything."
She smiled and asked me: "Have you drunk a lot of bars today? Why are you so easily moved all of a sudden?"
I shook my head and said, "I didn't drink much. It's just that you brought up this topic, so I felt like this. Sister, when did you come?"
She answered me: "It's been almost half an hour. Come on, drink some tea first. You drink with them, there's no way you can drink less."
Then I told her the truth, "The main reason is that I went home after dinner to dig it out and took a shower. I know you have to tell me something important today, so you can't be drunk."
She looked at me with gentle eyes and said to me with concern: "Are you on an empty stomach now? I'll get you a bowl of noodles. There are noodles here, but I don't know if they are moldy or not. I have been there for a long time.
Never been here."
I felt touched in my heart, because what she just said was a sign of genuine concern. I said, "My mother has already cooked a bowl for me, so I'm late."
She sighed and said, "You are so lucky to have such a good mother."
I looked at her, "Sister, where is your mother?"
Since we met, I have never asked her about her parents because she has never mentioned it to me.
She was silent for a moment. I said apologetically: "Sister, I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask you this."
She shook her head and said: "It's okay. Now I often feel very sorry for my mother. She has done so much for me, but I...ah!"
I looked at her doubtfully, "Have you done well enough? Now you are the director of the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee. Your mother should be proud of you."
She shook her head slightly, "It's a pity that she died too early. She suffered a lifetime of hardship for me, but in the end she didn't enjoy a single day of happiness."
Her tone was very gloomy and sad. This emotion immediately infected me and made me suddenly think of my father. But I still comforted her, "Sister, let's not talk about this anymore. In fact,
Well, each of us comes to this world to suffer. Everyone’s suffering is different. Even children born into wealthy families will still suffer from diseases and emotional pain. More
Some people will suffer from loss. These things are destined by God, and when we understand it, we will feel at ease."
She nodded slightly, but I immediately noticed tears dripping from the corners of her eyes.
I suddenly felt guilty and uneasy, "Sister, what's wrong with you? I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have talked about this in front of you."
She smiled at me and said, "It's okay. In fact, I haven't thought about her for many years, but I suddenly remembered her today. Each of us has a good mother, even if it's suffering or poverty, no one can forget it.
The beauty of maternal love. Feng Xiao, let me tell you the story of my mother."
I gave her a tissue and said, "Sister, I actually want to know too, but you've never told me about this before."
Immediately, she told me about her past in a soft voice——
When I first entered elementary school, my father passed away. My mother and I supported each other and gently sent my father away with a pile of loess.
My mother did not remarry and worked hard to pull me along. There was no electricity in the village at that time, so I would read loudly under the oil lamp every night. I would write and draw while my mother took a needle and thread and gently and carefully sewed maternal love into my heart.
Clothes. Day after day, year after year, when certificates of award cover the two mottled earth walls, I am like a green bamboo in spring, growing up. Looking at me who is half a head taller than me.
, the wrinkles in the corners of mother’s eyes were full of smiles.
When the trees all over the mountain were showing signs of autumn, I was admitted to the county's key middle school. However, my mother suffered from severe rheumatism, unable to do farm work, and sometimes she didn't even have enough to eat. At that time, students in the county's key middle school
Every month I have to bring thirty kilograms of rice to the canteen.
I knew my mother couldn't get it, so I said: "Mom, I want to drop out of school and help you with farm work." My mother touched my head and said lovingly: "You have such a heart, and I am happy from the bottom of my heart, but Shu Shu
You can't read right and wrong. Don't worry, my mother will have a way to support you since she gave birth to you. You go to the school to register first, and I will send you rice later."
I stubbornly said no, and my mother said to go quickly, but I still said no. My mother waved a rough slap and slapped it firmly on my face. This was the first time I was spanked at the age of sixteen...
I finally went to school. Looking at my retreating figure, my mother was silently meditating.
Not long after, the school's cafeteria welcomed a belated mother. She limped in and unloaded a bag of rice from her shoulders while panting. Master Xiong, who was in charge of registering the scale, opened the mouth of the bag.
He grabbed a handful of rice, looked at it, frowned, and said, "You parents always like to take advantage of it.
Look, there are early rice, medium rice, late rice, and fine rice here. It’s almost like our canteen is used as a rice bucket.” Mother blushed and even said sorry. When Master Xiong saw this, he accepted it without saying anything. Mother said again
He took out a small cloth bag and said: "Master, this is five yuan. My living expenses for this month, please transfer it to her." Master Xiong took it and shook it, and the coins inside jingled. He joked
"Why, are you selling tea eggs on the street?" Mother's face turned red again, she mumbled a thank you and limped away.
At the beginning of another month, my mother walked into the cafeteria carrying a bag of rice. As usual, Master Xiong opened the bag and looked at the rice. His brows furrowed again, and it was still variegated rice. He wondered if he didn't explain clearly to this mother last time, so he just said one word.
He said to her one after another: "No matter what kind of rice, we will harvest it. But the varieties must be separated and must not be mixed together, otherwise it will not be cooked, and the cooked rice will be uncooked. If it continues like this next time, I will not harvest it."
.”
The mother asked with some fear: "Master, my rice is all like this, what should I do?" Master Xiong couldn't laugh or cry, and asked: "Your family can grow hundreds of kinds of rice in one acre of land? It's really funny."
The mother didn't dare to say anything, and Master Xiong ignored her.
At the beginning of the third month, my mother came again, carrying a bag of rice on her shoulders. She looked at Master Xiong with a smile that was uglier than crying. When Master Xiong looked at the rice, he flew into a rage and shouted with an almost irrational expression.
His tone was scolding: "Hey, you mother, why are you so stubborn? Why is it still variegated rice? How did you carry it here today, or how do you carry it back!"
Mother seemed to have expected it. She bent her knees and knelt in front of Master Xiong. Two lines of hot tears welled up from her sunken eyes: "Master, let me tell you the truth, I got this rice... from begging."
It’s here!” Master Xiong was shocked, his eyes widened, and he was speechless for a long time.
The mother sat on the ground, rolled up her trouser legs, which were swollen into a big spindle shape... The mother wiped away her tears and said: "I have advanced rheumatism and it is difficult to even walk, let alone farm. The child is sensible and wants to drop out of school to help me.
I slapped him to school..."
She explained to Master Xiong that she had been hiding this from the villagers, and she was even more afraid that my knowledge would hurt my self-esteem. Every day at dawn, she would quietly go to a village more than ten miles away with an empty rice bag and a stick to beg for food.
She sneaked into the village after dark and lit the lamp. She gathered the rice she had collected and sent it to school at the beginning of the month...
While his mother was talking nonchalantly, Master Xiong was already in tears. He helped his mother up and said, "Good mother, I'm going to tell the principal right away and ask the school to donate money to your family." The mother shook her hand in panic and said, "No,
Don't, if the child knows that her mother is begging for food and helping her to go to school, it will destroy her self-esteem and affect her study. I accept the kindness of the master, please keep it a secret for me, remember it!"
Mother left, limping.
The principal finally found out about this and calmly exempted my tuition and living expenses for three years in the name of a poor student. Three years later, I was admitted to Jiangnan University. On the day of sending off the graduates, the school was noisy with gongs and drums.
The principal specially invited me to the podium. I was very puzzled: There are so many students who have been admitted to college, why only me was invited to the podium?
What's even more strange is that there are three bulging snakeskin bags piled on the stage. At this time, Master Xiong came on stage and told the story of his mother begging for rice to help me go to school. The audience was silent. The principal pointed to the three snakeskin bags.
Bags, he said emotionally: "These are the three bags of rice that the mother in the story begged for. This is food that cannot be bought with money in the world. Now let's invite this great mother to the stage."
I looked back in confusion and saw Master Xiong supporting my mother and moving step by step towards the stage. My shock at that time was no less than the stormy sea.
We, mother and daughter, looked at each other. My mother's eyes were warm and soft, and her gray hair was scattered in front of her forehead. I rushed forward, hugged her, and cried loudly: "Mom, I