It didn't take long for my mother to go to work in Liangzhi City, leaving my father and me alone.

It's a bit miserable to use the word "dependent on each other" to describe it, but in essence, that's what it is.

After that, my mother began to work in other places for six years, supporting me and my father as two "five-foot men", cooking in the canteen, washing dishes and washing dishes in the hotel...... Because the level of education is not high, so you can only find this kind of job, the main point is that the best benefit of working in this kind of place is food and accommodation.

Because only in this way can my mother send all the more than 200 yuan she earns every month to my father as the daily living expenses of our two "five-foot boys".

And what about her, she doesn't keep a penny, in order to reassure us, she says: "The hotel is in charge of food and accommodation, and there is nothing to spend." ”

Actually, is it really not necessary to spend money? It's just that my mother can endure the loneliness, the hardship, and the temptation of the outside world.

Just to send all the wages home, so that our father and son can live as comfortably as possible.

When others are resting, go shopping, see the world in the city, relax, and take a walk to see what the big city is really like. When my mother was resting, she didn't go anywhere, she only stayed in the dormitory of the unit, and occasionally helped others with a shift or something, just so that she could rub the unit for a meal and save money for the next meal when she had a weekend break.

Although my grandmother and aunts live in the shirt market, they can't go to other people's houses every day, right? Even if they go, don't they have to buy something for the elders and children? This is another expense, and of course my mother is reluctant!

It's just that I visited my mother-in-law the first time I went, and I rarely went back after that. Of course, it is by no means unfilial, but to save money for our father and son.

For fathers, it's the opposite of mothers. Such a leisurely and comfortable life naturally makes my father happy, and he enjoys this happy moment of "no effort at all", no need to work, no need to work, take the money earned by his wife with peace of mind, and feel very cool in his heart!

In fact, looking back, for him, getting money on a monthly basis is the premise and foundation of everything. As for the process, it is just a "feather" in his eyes.

My mother was an idle person, and she always thought of every possible way to make money at work.

For example - collect the rags!

Every day, the hotel kitchen would collect all the beer cans that the guests had thrown away, and my mother accidentally discovered that no one cared about such a large "fortune"!

So, in addition to her daily work, my mother often ran to the back kitchen on her days off to help out, and to pick up a few more cans.

In this way, in addition to the normal salary every month, the mother can earn an extra thirty or forty yuan as her additional "non-wage income" by selling scrap products, and of course, she does not have to "pay taxes".

With this income, my mother's life seems to be a little better, and she can finally have her own little coffers that she doesn't have to hand over to her father!

In fact, the mother's idea is also a bit redundant, in addition to the right of individual employees to know the basic situation and composition of wages, except for legal related matters, outsiders are not allowed to audit the accounts, so there is no need to worry about the father going to the hotel where the mother works to check the mother's monthly salary as before.

But, of course, the mother did not know this.

Even so, her mother will not use this extra income to go shopping or buy things, but she wants to save it and stay to buy some "handy" things for her grandmother and grandfather during the New Year's holiday, so that she doesn't have to look at her father's face and plan to reach out and ask for money.

"The night view of the city is so beautiful!" The mother looked at the colorful neon lights and passing cars outside the window in the dormitory at night, and her mind wandered, "No matter how hard life is, you must study hard for Dunzi, be admitted to university, and make his future more exciting!"

At this time, of course, I don't know what my mother's situation is, because I have already had the experience of the last time my mother went out to work, so in addition to the loss and sadness of my mother a few days before she left, the only thing left is the disgust and that little bit of cruelty, to be precise, it should be more of a complaint.

If it weren't for his "violent rule," my sister would not have left home at the age of 16 and wandered the "rivers and lakes" alone, seeing the world in the heat and cold, and suffering all the hardships of the world; if it weren't for his lazy nature, my mother would not have left her hometown and supported a family of three by herself.

Another point, even more important, if my mother had not always told me that no matter what he did to my mother or his family, he would always be my father, the one who gave birth to me and raised me, and the one who gave me life and made me feel the world, maybe I would not complain more about him, but would have been irrepressibly hateful!

This is also the "tight spell" that my mother not only put on my body when I was young, but also firmly put it on my heart!

Every time the hatred for him explodes to the extreme, it is the time when the "Tightening Curse" is the most severe. Just like the teachings of grandma and grandpa to my mother back then, "shackled" my mother's life, just like that.

It's a pity that there is no if in this world, and there is no if not!

No matter how the world changes, no matter how life changes, time will always dilute everything, so that the pain is no longer painful, and the discomfort is no longer uncomfortable......

Time is like the sea, and the waves will erase all traces of what once existed on the beach, but it will also bring new "life and non-life" to the beach that she has washed countless times, as compensation......

My father and I have a simpler lifestyle, mostly because of our financial constraints, as long as my father is at home, lunch must be millet porridge steamed buns, and dinner is also boiled noodles without exception. We lived like this for six years until I graduated from high school.

Although I lived a poor life, I knew that every bit of it was my mother's blood and sweat, and it was the result of my mother's going out to work.

From the moment my mother left, I had very little communication with my father, and unless I had to say anything, it was zero.

And such an ending was also caused by his father's irritability.

One day.

"Dad, today we are studying blood pressure in biology. "Because my father was fiddling with a blood pressure meter from nowhere, I casually chatted with him.

"Then what is high pressure and what is low pressure?" my father did not look up, as if he wanted to test me.

"Is this going to be difficult for me?" I was just about to show off in front of him, so I began to "show off" in front of my father, and by the way, I wanted him to affirm my knowledge reserves, and shook my head and read according to the script: " Ventricular contraction, blood flows from the ventricles into the artery, at this time the blood pressure on the artery is the highest, called systolic blood pressure, commonly known as high pressure; healthy arterial wall is elastic, ventricular relaxation, arterial blood elasticity retraction, blood still slowly continues to flow forward, but the pressure drops, the pressure at this time is called diastolic blood pressure, commonly known as low pressure. ”

After memorizing the contents of the book, I looked at my father triumphantly and said, "Look at how good I am?" I know everything the teacher has said by heart, as long as you dare to ask, I dare to tell you the answer! Hehe! This time, don't praise me, let me be happy? Look at how good your son is! Hmph!"

"Fart!"

I was full of hope and waiting for my father's approval, but I didn't expect that the information that "broke into my brain from my ears was my father's daily foul language!"

"How did you learn it? You don't even know a high voltage or a low pressure?"

I was really scolded by my father's power and abnormality, and I was like a second monk, thinking: "Am I mistaken? No, when I memorize it, it is indeed the content of the book! How can there be a mistake?"

I scratched my head, some didn't dare to squeak, and some complained to myself, "What a show-off, what's there to show off if you have a wrong back, this, this, because this is scolded, it's really not worth it!"

"Let me tell you, diastolic blood pressure is high pressure, systolic blood pressure is low pressure! When it is high, it can be diastolic, and when it is low, it is called contraction! Take a good look at your book! You can remember everything in the book! What else can you do? Just study like this? Just go back to the village and feed the pigs!" When my father explained the knowledge to me, he did not forget to hit me a few words.

My father's imposing demeanor impressed me as soon as I opened my mouth, so I hung my head, took out the book "Biology" from my bag, turned to the chapter on blood pressure, and read it carefully.

At this moment, I suddenly became more confident, and my voice couldn't help but be a little louder: "You see, there is no difference between what is written in the book and what I memorize! Diastolic blood pressure is low pressure, systolic blood pressure is high pressure!"

"Hmm, show me it!" my father quickly snatched the book from my hand, read it word by word, and then slammed it on the table with a "pop" sound!

"There's something wrong with your textbooks! What a broken book, misleading people's children!"

"How can there be a problem with the textbook? This is a unified textbook for the whole school and even the whole country, how can it be wrong? You must be mistaken!" I was a little dissatisfied with my father's bad attitude, and argued with him on the basis of reason.

"Tell you, if you learn such a wrong knowledge, you will end up sooner or later! What kind of unified textbook do you say! Ignorance! Childishness!" my father pointed to my face and roared at me, "I don't understand this! I still think I am so great? I don't want your Bilian!"

I really couldn't stand my father's accusations and abuses, so I yelled at him loudly: "Can you say a human word? I will learn how to write in the book, how the teacher teaches, how I listen, you have the ability to go to the teacher to theorize! What is the point of theorizing with me?"

"Okay, what you said, I'll go to the teacher tomorrow to theorize!"

Nothing was said all night.

Following.

My father went to school with me and pushed the door straight into the teacher's office, thinking that it must be because of the "high pressure, low pressure".

When I came home from school at noon, at the dinner table, my father smiled and said to me like no one else: "I talked to your biology teacher about the knowledge of 'high pressure, low pressure' in the morning, hehe, your textbook is right, systolic blood pressure is high pressure, diastolic blood pressure is low pressure ......"

Before I finished listening, I suddenly became angry, you are a father, you can indiscriminately scold people at will? If you are a father, you can insult others with foul language? If you are a father, you can say whatever you want, and you can say whatever you want? If you are a father, you can point your nose and insult others unreasonably?

Like a volcano about to erupt, I held back my anger and had no place to vent, slammed the chopsticks I had just picked up and had not yet used on the table, took a deep breath, turned my head and walked out the door.

"I'm not eating!"

Something similar happened two more times.

In addition to this time, one was because of the story of a classmate in the class who had nothing to do with me, and the other was because of the story of the geography teacher drinking in class.

In the same way, the person who caused the topic was me, and the person who was hurt, angry, and wronged must be me!

You say I'm not cheap!

After that, before I went to college, I never talked to my father again, let alone have that idleness!