The relationship between father and mother has always been difficult.

I hope that in heaven, they will no longer quarrel, no more hurting each other, and can live happily together!

He Xueyi stared at the white clouds floating past the high-rise buildings in Shenzhen, and fell into the quagmire of memories!

Her mother, Wang Xiaoyu, committed suicide.

When she was in her third year of junior high school, her mother died in the rice fields where she was working.

In He Xueyi's original memory, his burly father He Dayong was a scumbag at that time, so lazy to do it!

Even when he was busy with farming, he would often lie on the old cedar bed, and when the sun rose and the trees were a little taller, he would slowly get up from the bed, stretch his waist slowly, and then pace to open the door and walk out, still not forgetting to yawn at the sun.

Good morning, Mr. Sun, you wake up earlier than me!

Her mother's name is Wang Xiaoyu, she is beautiful, but she is short, and when the sky is just dawning, she gets up and goes to the ground.

In July and August every year, in Chung Cheng is the period of "double robbery", the first season of rice needs to be harvested in time, if the ripe rice is not harvested in time, it will fall in the rice field, and the seedlings of the second season must also be planted in the rice field in a hurry, late, the temperature is low in autumn, and the yield of rice will be greatly reduced.

It's a busy season!

It's also the season when the croppers get up early and get dark!

She quietly went down to the field alone to harvest, holding the harvested rice, stacking it on the ridge, waiting for He Dayong to pick it up to the threshing floor to threw.

For a whole month, in the scorching summer heat, when she buried her head in the rice, the bent ears of rice drowned her in a golden yellow.

When she was cutting alone, she hated her man!

Hate an unfair fate!

When I first married him, it was because of his strong muscles, I couldn't find such a man for three miles and five miles, and in the countryside, it was every woman's dream to find a tall man, to find a man who loved him, and to do less work in the field.

He Dayong also likes her, she has a beautiful face!

Those first days were the days that Wang Xiaoyu longed to live.

Since giving birth to a girl, He Dayong has changed!

In order to give birth to this daughter, she fell ill and could no longer have children!

However, the He family needs a boy!

She can't give birth to a boy for the He family, this is fate!

The work in the field is light and heavy, and some must be completed by men, such as turning over the rice field with a plough handle, such as picking grass on her shoulders to the threshing floor, these still have to count on He Dayong, she sometimes has to call her men to work, even in a pleading tone.

"Dayong, the hill field on the side of the mountain, there is no water in winter, it has been demolished, seeing that it is now a spring rain and a lot of rain, you hurry up and plow the field, so there is no water leak!" One day, Xiao Yu, wearing a hat and a raincoat, pleaded at the door of the house, those fields in the countryside depend on the sky for food, and the growth of rice needs to be nourished by water, and if the rice field leaks, there is no guarantee of harvest in nine out of ten.

"Xiaoyu, don't be verbose, I know, I'll go plough tomorrow. He Dayong didn't take the things in the field to heart at all.

"Alas, it is more difficult to let you plow the field than to ask God, you always push day by day, and then do not plow the field, if it doesn't rain this day, then the hill field will be barren!" Xiao Yu's tone was a little angry, and a little helpless.

"If you say tomorrow, it's tomorrow!" He Dayong said in a stiff tone.

Xiaoyu stopped talking, and picked up the hammer to fix the ridge of the field, the reason why He Dayong treated her like this, she knew that it was her own fault, she did not give birth to a son for the man to inherit the lineage, which made the originally strong man lose his love for life.

A man who has lost his passion is cold!

That home, too, is cold!

He Xueyi was in the summer vacation of the third year of junior high school, she was making up classes, that day, the sun was very hot, her mother Xiaoyu in the rice field after harvesting the last acre of rice, sat on the weed-covered ridge, gazed affectionately in the direction of the village, slowly unscrewed the pesticide lid, and quietly drank a bottle of bitter and unpleasant pesticide taste.

She's desperate!

Without a man's love, when will this day have an end?

"Wang Xiaoyu has drunk pesticides!" a voice rolled over the countryside.

He Dayong, who was sleeping, was awakened by that shout.

What? Xiaoyu drank pesticides?

He Dayong turned over from the bed and jumped down, his undershirt was not yet dressed, and he ran away.

His tall figure swept through the open field like a lightning speed!

When he arrived at the rice field, he found that his rice field had been blank after harvesting, and his wife Xiaoyu had fallen on the ridge and foamed at the mouth, holding a handful of ripe rice in her hand, and had died in the wilderness.

Not far away, a wild pheasant dressed in black flew over the golden rice, making a strange sound, tearing apart the tranquility of the wilderness.

The tall He Dayong "pounced", knelt beside his wife, cried Xiaoyu's name loudly, and scolded himself loudly for not being a good thing!

But it's too late, in the world, there are some things that can be regretted, but most things will make people regret it, every sentence in the story of everyone's life is actually written by blood and tears.

Xiaoyu's death, in He Xueyi's hometown of Laozhang Village, Chungcheng, soon became the headline news that people talked about after dinner.

"Ouch, Xiaoyu, what a diligent person, his life is really bitter, he was angry to death by He Dayong's scumbag. On a summer night, a villager in his fifties shook a fan under the camphor tree at the door of the house and said.

"You are blind and talking, He Dayong, he used to be an expert in working in our village, and he was a man, but Xiaoyu gave birth to a girl, and he didn't have a queen, what do you say he has to do in life? An old woman over sixty years old said that the reason why she commented on others so directly was because she gave birth to four sons for her husband.

"Giving birth to children, this is a matter destined by God, it's really no wonder Xiaoyu. The villager said.

When the old woman heard this, she sighed deeply in the darkness.

As soon as Xiaoyu's "first seven" passed, before dawn the next day, He Dayong took out an old rooster from his chicken coop, slaughtered it with a flashing knife, put it in a cauldron and steamed it, and then used the leftover bowl of Haida and put it in a bamboo basket.

He quietly lit a dry cigarette and sat in front of the grave, as if his mother-in-law was by his side, and could tell each other what was on his mind.

Suddenly, the tall man hid his face and began to cry loudly.

"Xiaoyu! He looked up at the sky and shouted his wife's name loudly!

He was answered by a whimper of the autumn wind.

Xiaoyu's graveyard is hidden in a southern cedar forest, and when the autumn wind blows, it makes a "whining" sound, but other than that, there is silence all around.

When it was dawn, he hitchhiked away!

He wants to go to a distant construction site to work to earn money, and there is no way to repay what he owes his wife Xiaoyu in this life.

Daughter He Xueyi's grades have been stable in the top three in school, and she must earn money in the future to earn money for her to go to college!

My daughter was admitted to university, and after graduation, she was able to walk out of the mountains of Chungcheng smoothly, which may be the best consolation for Xiaoyu's spirit in the sky!

However, life turned out to be so cruel, he died in August last year, a few days before his daughter received her college acceptance letter.

When the results came out in July, his daughter's grades were more than 40 points higher than those of the key undergraduates, and he knew that his daughter would definitely be admitted to the university.

He had already asked the contractor to take a leave of absence to send his daughter to report to college in September, but an accident happened, he completed the last free fall of his life from a height of 60 meters, fell into the river, and his bones were nowhere to be found.

He could no longer send his only daughter to college!

This is perhaps the biggest regret he left in the world.