"Is it safe to put it under the bed? My dad won't do it in advance like my aunts, right? It's October 3rd today, and my mom will have to go to the hospital for surgery in a few days. According to the last schedule, my dad should have filed for divorce from my mom at the end of next month. Zhang He, who was about to hide the large porcelain vase under the bed first, suddenly stopped moving.

Then I saw him slowly stand up, look at the rest of the house, and continue to mutter, "No, it's not safe, it's not safe to leave it there." In the style of that grandson, he would never let go of anything in this house. Damn! What can I do? ”

Zhang He was in trouble, he stared blankly at the four things on the bed, and thought again for a long time: "Why don't I take them to my grandfather's side early tomorrow morning." ”

It's a pity that within a second, he changed his mind again, and said in his heart: "Take them over there, and my aunt will know." If my aunt knows, she will definitely take it out and see it. As long as I take it out and look at it, my aunt will definitely tell my three aunts. If those three aunts meet, the result will be difficult to say. Don't look at them in front of a large family and don't care about me, but it doesn't mean they don't want it, not to mention that this porcelain bowl is much more beautiful than the lamp. And besides, my uncles-in-law who are more knowledgeable than them? Damn! How can this be good! You can't just leave the tiger's den and go into the wolf's den!"

Zhang Hezheng was at a loss, but Zhang's mother suddenly pushed the door and walked in, she was going back to the house to get the basin, but when she saw that her son was still looking at the things on the bed in a daze, she immediately said with some displeasure: "What are you doing? It's been a long time, what else are you looking at? Look, this bed is full of straw, can't you help your mother do some work? You know it's messing up? Hurry up and clean it up for me." After Zhang Mu finished speaking, she glared at Zhang He again, turned around and walked out of the door.

Zhang He had no choice but to obediently move all the things to the wine cabinet first, then move the bag to the table, pick up the broom on the bed and sweep the shredded paper and straw on the bed. As for where he ended up hiding it, he had to think about it again.

After a while, Zhang's mother entered the house with a basin and beckoned Zhang He to brush his teeth and wash his face. He picked up the bag on the table and went to the gate of the courtyard to clean up the mess. Then he went back to the house and put the bag on the desk, bent down to pick up the footbath on the ground, went to the kitchen again to make hot water, and returned to the house to soak his feet with Zhang He.

"Now tell my mother, why did you change the bowl for the bottle?" Zhang's mother suddenly asked while washing her feet.

"I think this one is bigger than that, and this one is more interesting than that, don't look at it as if it's broken, in fact, you can't scratch your hand at all, I think it's pretty good. Zhang He said while rubbing his feet while looking at the porcelain bottle on the wine cabinet. This set of words, which were specially designed to deal with grandpa in the afternoon, finally came in handy.

Mother Zhang turned her head and looked at the porcelain vase on the cabinet, and sighed thoughtfully: "You kid, you will never take money as good." Do you know how much you can buy for four dollars?"

Zhang He, who could naturally understand the meaning of his mother's words and was more sympathetic to his mother's situation, lowered his head and pondered for a while, and then replied: "Why do you give my father all your salary after you get married, and you have to look at his face if you want to go out and buy me a popsicle." ”

Mother Zhang couldn't help but be stunned when she heard this, and said after a while: "Do you hate your father?"

Zhang He said: "I don't hate him, I don't have feelings for him." ”

Zhang's mother was puzzled: "I don't feel it, why don't I feel it?"

Zhang He said: "If you don't feel it, you don't feel it, stranger, I don't know it." ”

"Nonsense, that's your dad. Zhang's mother immediately retorted.

"Hmph, what's wrong with my dad?" Zhang He said, still looking at the porcelain vase on the cabinet.

Seeing that his son's expression was calm, it seemed that he was not blocking his breath at all. Mother Zhang seemed to be comforted: "Mom knows that you are afraid of him, and your father is indeed not very good-tempered, but your father is advanced in the unit every year, and this is about to be promoted." ”

Zhang He stared at his mother's eyes and retorted: "Does this have anything to do with us? He was promoted and raised without giving us any money, and the people outside looked like dogs, and when he returned home, he was a thug." I am afraid of him, I am afraid of him, I am afraid of the way he beats you, I am afraid that every time you run back to your grandmother's house in the middle of the night, you will force me to talk nonsense to your grandfather. ”

"You!" Zhang Mu was anxious, only to see that she suddenly raised her right hand high, but she only raised her hand high, and did not fan it. In fact, she never beat Zhang He in her mother's life, and at this time, she just looked at Zhang He's eyes fiercely, and didn't speak again for a long time. Maybe she also realized that what her son said was from her heart.

And Zhang He was even more uncharacteristically stubborn and stubborn waiting for his mother to beat him, unlike him in his previous life, he could only cry to express his grievances or fears.

I don't know how long the mother and son stalemate like this, Zhang's mother slowly put down her hand, and then didn't say a word with red eyes, picked up the towel beside her, wiped her and Zhang He's feet, picked up the footbasin and turned around and walked out of the door.

"Hey, what's wrong with me? Why can't you bear it? I have to say it tonight?" Looking at his mother's back, Zhang He felt a little regretful. He didn't want to talk to her about those bad things again on this night when he could be alone with his mother. But he just couldn't help it, he really couldn't stand by and stay out of the matter, quietly waiting for the thing that would happen, watching his mother suffer a blow, he couldn't do it. He just wants to do everything he can to build a line of defense in his mother's heart, even if he is scolded and beaten by his mother, he is willing. But at this time, he had to get up and lay out his and his mother's quilt first, burrow into the quilt and wait quietly for his mother to come back.

But who would have thought that less than a minute after he got into the quilt, he was so uncomfortable with the smell of his father that he hated that he immediately kicked the quilt and pillow under his feet. Without calling his mother, he took out a blanket from the large closet, and curled up beside his mother's quilt with a blanket without a pillow.

Until his mother came back to the house, plugged in the door, turned off the light, and lay down on the bed with her back to him. Zhang He grinned and got into his mother's quilt, scratched his mother's back, and whispered without words: "Mom, why don't you talk about me? Don't you see me kicking my father's pillow and quilt under my feet again?"

Unexpectedly, Zhang's mother suddenly turned around and said with a hint of crying grievance: "You and your father are like this, how can you let your mother rest assured? Mom is going to have surgery when she speaks, you can't understand something!

Zhang He couldn't help but feel sour when he heard this, and immediately raised his hand to touch his mother's face, only to find that his mother was already in tears. So, while wiping his mother's cheek, he comforted him: "Mom, don't cry. ”

Zhang's mother grabbed his hand, as if entrusted: "No matter how bad your dad is, he is also your dad." Without your mother, your father is your only relative. You can't treat him as a stranger! Your mother will be sad like this, how can you let her go to surgery with peace of mind?"

Zhang He didn't speak, just gently shook his fingers to "grind" the tears on his mother's face, looked at the outline of his mother in the darkness, and said helplessly in his heart: "Mom! Do you know how my father will hurt you? Do you know how he treated me after you died? Hey! Forget it. It's time to come, so let it be. ”

Seeing that her son didn't speak again, Zhang's mother continued: "Actually, your father knows that he feels sorry for his mother. Two days ago, he said that when he was promoted to Duan Chang and his mother was discharged from the hospital, he would hire a nanny for our family and let the nanny serve us. ”

"Nanny!" Zhang He was about to dispel the idea of continuing tonight, but unexpectedly he was angered by the word nanny. So, he immediately came up with another way to "get vaccinated", shook his mother's arm and said, "Mom, let me tell you a story!"

How could Zhang's mother have the heart to listen to her son's story at this time, so she asked, "What story is it telling?"

"Hear me!" Zhang He said perfunctorily, as if half-dead.

"He's almost six years old, so he's going to be sensible!

"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy. As soon as he heard that his mother was going to mention his father again, Zhang He immediately interrupted his mother's words. Then, he no longer cared about his mother's reaction, so he said to his mother, "Listen to me tell you a story first, and then you can say okay?"

"What kind of story do you want to tell here?" said Zhang's mother unhappily.

"Listen to me first. Zhang He took his mother's arm and said coquettishly.

"Tell me!" Zhang Mu said as if angry.

"Well, I told this story when I listened to the teachers chatting during recess at school, and you are not allowed to sit in the right seat or interrupt me in the middle. Even if you feel that this story is a bit similar to ours like me, you must not be angry, let alone say that I made it up. Is it okay?" Zhang Hesheng was afraid that his mother would not believe the story he was telling and that his "preventive shot" would fail, so he made another request to his mother before telling the story.

"Let's talk about it first!" Zhang Mu said unhappily.

"Then I'll tell!" Zhang He turned around, facing the ceiling, and said in a deep voice, "It seems to be the family of other class teachers in our school." This teacher is like you, who gives all her salary to her husband every month, and when she goes out hungry, she has no money to buy food for herself. But his husband beat her at every turn, just like my father! When she came to school, she was always bruised and purple. So within a few years, this teacher became ill, and he was very sick. But her husband found another woman outside, and filed for divorce from the teacher before he was discharged from the hospital, and forced the teacher to sign immediately in the hospital, and he didn't give her anything at home. ”