Many times we are always looking forward to a perfect life, looking forward to the foreseeable beauty, and weaving countless pieces of light and shadow for ourselves from the bottom of our hearts, worthy of our longing for at that moment.

A thread, a flower, a scene, a painting, a beautiful blueprint, a long-awaited dream.

Dreams, that's just dreams, illusory and uncontrollable.

Déjà vu, yet vague.

In the dream, time has passed, and the white horse has passed through the gap.

The flawless light and shadow, like the rippling waves of spring water, the tranquility and comfort of thousands of low-hanging strips, will always be smashed to pieces by unknown external forces inadvertently.

The only memory left behind has become tears, pain, sorrow, and powerlessness that can never be forgotten and cannot be released.

The world is unpredictable, and there is nothing wrong with it.

For me, fruits, vegetables, and delicacies can only be eaten on the annual Chinese New Year's Eve.

But this year, the happiest thing for me is the first reunion of the whole family of 4 in three years, not to mention the indescribable satisfaction!

That night was the day when Uncle Benshan and Mr. Dandan's "Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow" became popular all over the country.

And I am especially fond of the Spring Festival that year.

Coincidentally, it may be the arrangement of fate, and on the same day 10 years later, it is also Chinese New Year's Eve, another day that I will never forget.

I'll talk about it later.

The family was happy, surrounding the small, old, dilapidated and tattered black and white TV set, which often did not receive channels, and watched the long-awaited Spring Festival Gala for the people of the whole country and even overseas Chinese in the world.

Although the program is as vague as a "snowflake", the sound is as high as it is low when it is "tuned", and the antenna is like a "hinge" that slowly changes its position, it has never affected my enthusiasm and expectation for the CCTV Spring Festival Gala.

The adults were chatting while watching TV, and I was completely fascinated by the TV show, and I had no idea what was going on.

Suddenly, my father, the most variable person in the family, made a move that surprised the whole family, completely subverting my unformed worldview, outlook on life, and values!

Suddenly stood solemnly in front of his sister, knelt down to his daughter, and kowtowed to my sister!

Boom, knock!

"Is this a prostration?" I wondered.

During my primary school life, I was only told in books that the feudal ministers knelt and bowed to the emperor, the people knelt and bowed to the imperial officials, and the younger generations knelt and bowed to the elders.

There may be some economically backward rural areas in China, and when the younger generation pays New Year's greetings to the elders during the Spring Festival, there is also such a situation of "making a big gift".

But this hero actually turned this "kneeling salute" upside down!

Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on? My brain is a bit of a mess.

At this time, except for himself, the whole family was stunned, dumbfounded! No one knew what to do, because everyone was "the first time the big girl got on the sedan chair!"

Here, I might as well let me expand my thinking "evilly": if my sister takes the opportunity to say "no courtesy!" at this time, will the hero be so angry that he "smokes from the seven orifices"?

Later, I learned that the ancient feudal superstition said that the elders kowtow to the younger generations is to reduce the life span of the younger generations, which means that they hope that the younger generations will die as soon as possible, and there are such sayings in many places in our country.

Could it be that my sister really made some big rebellious mistake to let my father express his dissatisfaction with such extreme behavior?

There is no such thing in contemporary society, but it is indeed very puzzling for an elder to behave like this.

At least I know it's not right for reason, right?

Let me ask one more feeble question: Who has ever seen a father kowtow to his children?

If you have anything, you can tell me secretly, and let me gain knowledge again!

The father did the whole process, and then pointed to his sister's nose and scolded fiercely: "If you dare to contradict Lao Tzu in a few years, you will be against you! Okay, okay, this family will be a grandfather from now on, Lao Tzu is a grandson, and Lao Tzu will kowtow to you every day!"

My sister did not show weakness and started the "soul torture" of the hero:

"How many years, tell me how many years, how many years have you gone out to earn?"

"What are the pots and pans, the house, and the furniture in the house that my mother didn't earn money to buy?"

"Have you ever been happy with my mother when you got married, have you ever given my mother a penny?"

"You don't know how my mother married into your family?"

"How have we survived all these years?

"My mother had surgery that year, how long did the doctor let me recuperate? What did you do? After less than two months of rest, I went out to find a job!"

"You're at home every day, either eating or sleeping. When I'm free, I even go out to talk to a group of women and scold my wife! You don't even know if I'm my mother, do you?"

"I have to hand over my salary to you every month, and my mother doesn't keep a penny, why should you?"

"When you get paid every month, you still lick your face and go to my mother's unit to check the accounts and check your salary, do you know what others are talking about you behind your back?"

"You're still not a man, isn't it very comfortable and chic to let a woman feed you?"

"Let me tell you clearly, this is called 'eating soft rice'!"

"Aren't you ashamed? Do you still have a reason to talk about me? Kowtow to me? Hmph! Tell you, there are gods three feet above your head, people are doing it, and the sky is watching, you will be punished!"

My sister's "serial cannon" bombing has been challenging the hero's bottom line and endurance, and the most obvious feeling is that the hero's breathing is getting faster and faster with his sister's questioning, which doesn't seem to be a good sign.

"Don't say that this New Year's Day to grandma and grandpa, it's the money I took for my mother, even if it's my mother's own money, it's just right!"

"It's not easy for the old couple to raise a girl so big, what is the fault of being a child, being filial to others?"

"Every time my mother goes to see my grandmother and grandfather, you turn my mother's pockets and pants upside down, aren't you ashamed?"

"If you don't make money to support your family, let your wife support you, aren't you afraid of others laughing at you?"

......

Before my sister finished speaking, when she was still a little unfinished, she only heard a "bang", and a plate flew over her sister's head and hit the wall hard.

Smashed to pieces.

Meals were spilled all over the floor.

Fortunately, my sister hid in time, otherwise she would have been smashed on the head.

"Tell you to scold Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu can't kill you!"

Seeing that he didn't hit the target, the hero got up and quickly rushed out of the door.

When everyone was puzzled, Daxia took out a wooden shovel handle from outside the door, more than a meter long and about an inch in diameter.

Waving it above his head, releasing the exclusive skill of "bullying the small with the big", at this time, like a demon, the dark cloud cover rushed over.

That's it! That was my first reaction.

My sister saw that the situation was not good, so she hurriedly dodged.

At the same time, he did not forget to live in the "rain of bullets": "Now domestic violence is a crime, if you beat me, I will sue you, I am protected by the law." ”

"Tell you to scold Lao Tzu!"

"Tell you to scold Lao Tzu!"

"I don't know what to do!"

At this moment, how can the hero manage so much, and use all his strength to throw the thick and long heavy on his sister and the mother who protects her sister.

Every time the hero hits, he will "buy one get one free", and "give an extra gift" to vent his words, and the specific content will be understood by everyone.

In a flash.

The sound of sticks hitting the flesh "knock, knock, knock", the sound of my mother and sister screaming, the roar of the hero in annoyance, the sound of me holding the hero's leg and crying, the noisy TV sound of the Spring Festival Gala, and the sparse sound of guns outside the gate......

It's all mixed together, and it's really a "scream, scolding, firecrackers, and ears in the ears, idle things, housework, and everything." ”

Of course, the hero will not show mercy because the person in front of him is a wife and daughter, as if their screams can arouse his excitement.

In this way, the more you fight, the more intense you fight, the more you fight, the more energetic you become, and there is no intention of stopping at all.

The mother finally "got ruthless" this time, raised her eyebrows and exhaled her breath, rushed to her father and used all her strength to slap her father in the face.

"Smack"!

The whole world fell silent.

The crisp sound caused a momentary short circuit in the cranial nerves of the whole family, and this slap seemed to have the magic to stop time, and everything stopped!

Silence! It was very quiet, as dead and silent as a cemetery.

This moment, maybe only a few seconds, maybe a few minutes long.

It was the quietest few seconds of my life, and I could hear the pins dropping.

The course of events did not disappoint me.

The first to react was the mother, the only counterattack with the hero in the struggle for half a lifetime.

He snatched the weapon from the hero's hand and hid it behind him, and roared hoarsely: "Are you still not a person? Don't you want to spend this year? Do you want to force the whole family to death?"

"Get out of the way!"

。 The hero pushed his mother away and sat down on the ground, and his mother quickly protected her sister.

"It's the opposite, it's just the opposite! You dare to beat me, that's right, that's right, I'm not going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!" the hero scolded and turned his head to the stove to rummage back and forth for something.

"Dad, don't fight, don't fight, you guys don't fight...... Wow......"

During the process of their tearing, I kept trying to hold my father's thigh, hoping to stop it somewhat, but everyone treated me as air, like nothing.

Moreover, no act of mine can cause him to hinder or delay his actions.

My sister did get beaten a lot, but she was also very good at her words.

The influence and damage that my father has caused to the family over the years is like a treasure.

For example, how not to make money, how to make a woman support, how to commit domestic violence...... It doesn't fall at all, it can be said that compared to my mother, it is really "blue out of blue and better than blue, ice water for it and cold than water" meaning.

Use the sharpest language to constantly prick the weakness of a man who "has" self-esteem.

The verbal narrative is more complicated, but in fact, everything takes place between lightning and flint.

The development of the plot next is, of course, even more unimaginable, and the drama is beyond everyone's expectations.

The hero directly picked up the kitchen knife from the cabinet next to the pot, like an asura in the hell of Abi, holding a life-threatening "steel fork" in his hand, and pounced on his mother and sister like a vicious god.