During the Spring Festival in 1992, my son, who was just 19 years old, returned home from an engineering college thousands of miles away.

As soon as I entered the door, my son stepped forward and kissed me and said, "Mom, I miss you so much!"

Yes, for the first time in his life, his son left home, for the first time from his parents, and only came back after half a year, how could he not be excited?

Immediately afterwards, the son said, "Mom, my aunt bought you a dress, it's beautiful!"

I took the clothes in my hand and looked left and right, and ah, it was so beautiful!

The clothes are pure and uniform: yellow. Not deep, not shallow, not thick, not light. More than an inch long fluff, fluffy, very well-proportioned, very fine and soft, very meticulous. Stand collar, two inches high, lean. The buckle is hook-shaped, light yellow, crystal clear.

The style of the clothes is novel, chic, elegant, graceful, in short, very fashionable.

I said, "Son, this dress is of fox skin, it's too expensive." ”

When the son heard this, he laughed: "Mom, you're wrong, this is artificial hair, it's only one hundred and twenty yuan." ”

Oh, I see!

I put on my new clothes. The son looked left and right, nodded and said, "Well, well, it's so suitable, it's so beautiful!"

My husband also said, "Suitable, suitable, pretty, so beautiful!"

I look in the mirror, ah, not long, not short, not fat, not thin.

My son kept looking at me, and he turned me around and said, "Mom, the clothes are beautiful, but they lack a headscarf." Pair it with a headscarf, and that's great. ”

My husband also nodded and said, "Well, if your mother wears this dress and puts on a headscarf, it will be incomparable." ”

The son said: "I'll go to the street tomorrow to buy it and ask Sister Hong to help me refer to it." ”

The next day, my son bought me a headscarf.

When I looked at it, this headscarf was also very beautiful.

The turban is triangular in shape, with black flowers on a black background and silver threads interspersed with silver threads on the other, and silver flowers on the other side, interspersed with black threads. Lift the turban and shine it in the light, the place with flowers is black and opaque, and the place without flowers is bright and transparent. This bandana is also elegant and chic.

I put on my clothes and put on my headscarf.

The son looked left and right, clapped his hands and laughed: "Mom, good, good, so beautiful, so good! You are twenty years younger!"

My husband also said, "Good, good, beautiful, young!"

I walked up to the mirror and looked at myself carefully: Ah, is this still me a? How do I look like a young girl? It's so fashionable, it's so elegant, it's so graceful, it's so gorgeous!

A year later, the unexpected happened!

One night, I suddenly smelled a smell of burnt hair. I went into the back room to find that the new clothes my sister had bought for me had fallen on the electric stove and were glowing.

I was taken aback and hurriedly picked it up to check, and there was a big hole in my back that had burned ten centimeters!

Over!

I understand that it was my husband who got drunk and went into the small room to sleep and touched off his clothes!

I became angry and rebuked loudly.

As for him, not only did he not admit his mistake, but he went crazy. Stepping on his clothes with his feet, he tore them with both hands, and scolded and squeaked in his mouth: "Damn, what? I tore it!"

I was angry and sad, and hurried up to pull it, but how could I stop the drunkard like a wolf and a tiger?

This very beautiful new dress gifted by my sister turned into a broken flower and a willow in an instant, and became a piece of artificial wool!

In desperation, I wrapped up these faux fur flakes and put them at the bottom of the box.

The fashionable, elegant, graceful, and gorgeous faux fur new clothes no longer exist!

The drunken man woke up, and he used his private money to buy me a Russian tweed coat, three hundred and sixty yuan, which was also very beautiful, but it was much inferior to the new faux fur dress that my sister bought for me.

The new clothes that my husband bought me are not his dedication as a husband and wife, but a label for compensation for damaged things!

My heart is sad!

Twelve years later, I happened to rummage through the box and saw those faux fur pieces again, and I felt very uncomfortable. I went to the clothing store to re-sew them into clothes, but they were eclipsed and unrecognizable.

On May 12, 2008, his 35-year-old son died in the Wenchuan earthquake while going out on a business trip to Sichuan; in 2009, on the morning of Chinese New Year's Eve, his 55-year-old sister died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage.

Twenty years ago, my sister gave me a new dress, although it is now unrecognizable, but its beauty, elegance, grace, and magnificence will always be engraved in my heart.

Although my sister and son unfortunately died and left me, I will never forget my sister's deep friendship and son's filial piety and respect!

(Saturday, September 29, 2012)