Mother's Lover (short story) Zhang Baotong 2016.6.25

After eating, the second aunt and her husband didn't know what to discuss in the house, and they didn't come out for a long time. I think they must have been discussing whether or not to agree with my mother to go to the city to work. After about half an hour, I saw my uncle-in-law come out of the house, carrying a basket on his back and walking towards the opposite mountain road with a long pole.

At this time, the second aunt came out of the house in a brand new green dress and blue pants, and then said to me, "Your mother bought this dress for me." With that, he sat down in the back seat of the car. I drove down the mountain trail onto the country concrete road, and then I drove quickly in the direction of the county seat.

When I arrived at the hospital, my mother had already gotten out of the hospital bed, packing her things and preparing to go home. Because there is no illness, staying in the hospital is a waste of money. The second aunt put the fresh peaches and a carton of milk she bought in the town on the small cabinet, and took my mother's hand and said, "Guixian, are you sick?"

My mother held the second aunt's hand and called, "Second sister." And he began to cry. My mom used to never cry, but since my dad was gone, she has become very emotional and sad.

Seeing my mother crying, the second aunt said, "My poor girl." And he began to cry. I'm embarrassed to stand next to me. Luckily, the doctor shouted for us to go to the hospital for discharge. I took the plane out of the emergency room.

While I was queuing up to go through the discharge procedures for my mother, I was thinking that my second aunt seemed to be a little emotional, as if she was intentionally helping my mother get along with the man. At first, she was the one who asked my mother to contact and contact that person, then she brought that person to my mother's house, and now, she seems to be still supporting my mother to continue to be friendly with that person. I can understand the intention of the second aunt, she is thinking about the problem from the perspective of being an older sister, thinking about whether her own sister can live well, not thinking about what her mother's reputation will be from the perspective of our family. Moreover, the second aunt's family lives in the mountains, and the mountain people are more polite and rare to the people in the city, while our family lives on the edge of the township, and we have seen a lot of people in the city, so we don't take the city people seriously. However, except for the second aunt, my mother didn't have much contact with other sisters, so I could only let my second aunt come forward to persuade my mother.

In the hospital lobby, I queued up to pay the fee, and I had to go there to pick up the medicine, and when I finished the discharge procedures, it was almost dusk. I went back to the ward and saw that my mother was listening to my second aunt with her head down. Seeing that I had completed the discharge procedures, my mother and my second aunt took their things out of the emergency room together. I rode my motorcycle back to my mom's house.

When I got home, I asked my second aunt to accompany my mother and went back to my own house for dinner. My own house is at the other end of the village, two or three hundred meters away from my mother's house. When I came to my mother's house after dinner, I saw my mother and second aunt sitting in the house where the man lived, telling the story of my mother and the man. Listening to my mother's story, the second aunt was so envious that she sighed, as if she was lamenting that her life was not good, and she couldn't meet that man like her mother. Actually, I know very well that my second aunt also had a heart for that man, but she didn't have the opportunity to be with others. Otherwise, she wouldn't have introduced the man to my mother, and the two sisters wouldn't have been so close and affectionate. I just think that a woman really doesn't dare to let her have the opportunity to meet a good man, let alone someone seduce her, she is tempted when she sees others. However, who woman in the world doesn't like decent and rich men?

When the two sisters talked about the man, it was as if they had something to say. Seeing that they were chatting so hotly together, I couldn't bother it, so I turned around in front of them and left. The second aunt didn't seem to come home that night, and left after breakfast the next day. I also had to drive to Pucheng in the morning to make deliveries, so I was not at home all day. I just called my daughter-in-law to take the time to visit her mother. It wasn't until it got dark that I got home, had a casual meal, and went to my mother's house.

Because our village is close to the township, the population density is relatively large, and the houses are densely built. My mother's old house was almost all old houses, and the new buildings were moved to the west end of the village. But my mother's old house is also a new building, but this new two-story building was built for my younger brother, who has been working in Shanghai, so my mother lives in this house.

When I entered the compound, I saw that the whole building was darkened. I wonder if my mother has gone out? However, I also think that my mother has hardly been in the village all these years, and she is a little stranger to the people in the village, so she usually doesn't go to other people's houses. It's okay to stay at home and watch TV. However, the lack of lights in the living room indicates that she is not watching TV, and the door is closed in the bedroom. So, I wondered, where did my mother go, and if she went out, she should lock the courtyard gate, because there were some drug addicts on the other side of the railway station who used to steal.

Soon, I saw that the easternmost door on the first floor was ajar, but the light was dark. So I went to the door and looked inside. It was dark inside, and there was no movement at all. I put my hand in the house and turned on the light. At this time, I saw my mother sitting alone on the small bed in the house, her face facing the ceiling in a daze.

Although the man no longer lived here, the house was still clean and tidy. What surprised me the most was that there was also a plate of fruit on the coffee table in the middle of the room. It was a fresh peach that my second aunt bought for my mother. The fresh peaches were red and large, washed cleanly, and a large plate was filled. And on that desk, there were two cylindrical pens and a manuscript paper, as well as the beautiful water cup that my mother liked the most.

It reminds me of the man sitting in a chair at the table every night, writing on the laptop he brought. My mom would sit in the living room and watch TV, and after an hour or two, my mom would come to his house, tell him to stop and rest for a while, peel an apple and hand it to him, and when he had finished eating the apple, my mom would leave the house and let him continue writing, until half past ten, and then bring hot water to him for washing his face and feet, and let him wash his face and feet, and get ready for bed. At that time, as soon as I saw this, I couldn't help but want to explode, thinking that my mother was too humble and subordinate, and she was so inferior and too attentive to others. Even when my dad was here, I never saw her serve my dad like this.

However, now seeing my mother so lonely and pitiful, my heart feels like something stings, and I know that my mother is lovesick and misses that person. This also made me realize that no matter what a person does for his loved ones, he will not consider whether he is cheap or not, whether it is worth it, as long as she is happy and she is willing, she will not be cheap, even if it is worth it.