When my second sister was in middle school, she wrote an article called Broken House, and later she voted for the newspaper, and the editor changed it to an old house for her. I remember that article recorded that during the family planning period of my family, there was no money to pay the fine, the roof was lifted, and then it was moved to a friend's house of my father, until the new house was built, the old house was rotten, and the roof was exposed with a big hole.

In fact, on the day she saw it, I passed by the door of the old house with her, and I only remembered that there was a big hole in the middle of the house, and I didn't think of anything else, and I really couldn't write anything touching at that time, so I burned my diary to the extreme.

Memories are often in love with beautiful things, and unconsciously, they can also leave scars like thorns. When people are sad and recall, a thorn is pierced in the bottom of the heart, and sometimes when they are put down again, they are smeared gray along with the memory.

So some people say that when you are sad, it is easier to come out of sadness by watching some sad TV series and listening to a sad song; When you are happy, watching some happy stories and listening to some cheerful tunes can strengthen the sense of happiness. And I have always been cautious at home, so I have developed the problem of not being able to narrate and not dare to speak loudly. In fact, I can narrate and speak, but my memory has buried some secrets, and after a long time, I don't know how to say it.

Memories are like dreams, it is difficult to find the beginning, at first I think of just a few profound emotions, a few broken pictures, and then I need to slowly stitch together to form a treasure map of memory, and follow the path of the treasure map to find the secrets hidden in the depths of memory.

I was born in the years when family planning was in the early days, there is no doubt about it. Mr. Mo Yan's work "Frog" profoundly depicts that era. At that time, my mother tried to give birth to my brother, but she took great pains.

In my childhood memories, my mother would often tell us about the glorious feat of her and my father, such as Zhao Zilong single-handedly saving Adou and returning triumphantly. And when I became an adult, I would often use this to boast of myself, weaving tragic childhood stories, and opening inspirational stories of my youthful hard work and blood boiling.

According to my mother, when I was half a year old, she had no milk to feed me, when I was weaned, I cried for three days, goat milk was fed in the mouth and spit it out, water was fed into the mouth and drank a mouthful of spit out, and the other rice and water soup did not need to be mentioned, crying and sleeping, waking up and coaxing to eat, three days and three nights I seemed to understand that only eating goat's milk can survive this truth, and then I fell into the title of a sheep drop baby.

And my nickname is even more ordinary, Mao Mao, without any meaning, in those days, when I put it on the street, many people turned back.

Even in my family, except for me, no one else has a nickname. And when it was time for me to go to school, I had a great name with a good meaning.

This made me think that children who were not expected to be born by their parents were called Maomao, so I was even more reluctant to tell others my nickname, and even used to be angry that others called me by my nickname.

After puberty, I felt that it didn't matter, that the name was just a code name, that what you think it represents, it can represent, and when I think it doesn't represent anything, I am liberated from the eyes of those who call me by my name.

And then give yourself some new names and give them new meanings. Reopen my inspirational story of youthful hard work, blood boiling, dog blood spray.

Since my mother weaned me, she began her dream of having another one, and this dream came true half a year after she weaned me.

But who can say clearly about the birth of a boy and a girl? Family planning, the child is over-the-top and has to be aborted, and the ligation operation still needs to be done, what should I do? The staff of the street office ran to the house every day and said, I can't hide from the first day of junior high school, but I can't hide from fifteen, what if the fourth child is still a girl, will I give birth or not...... I think it's these questions that can entangle her.

At that time, it seemed that everyone around me was the same, the gap between the rich and the poor was not large, and poverty limited the imagination. In their time, at least my parents, they never thought that having one more child would increase family difficulties, reduce the quality of life, and would not have the money to send their children to a training class......

Because it was in their time that poverty limited the imagination. They will say, anyway, it is sheep raising, one sheep is raising, two sheep are also raising, a group of sheep is still raising, what does it matter if one more sheep is raised and a group of sheep is raised?

However, I couldn't bear the staff of the street office who went to my house every day to preach, and decided to go to the village hospital to have the child aborted. Aren't dreams shattered? Let's ask, "Doctor, you see that I have already given birth to three children, this child is not going to stay, I will abort him in a while, and I will not give birth in the future, you can tell me if he is a boy or not, okay?" ”

There will probably be no mistakes in such a question, and it is easy for a young female doctor to sympathize with her, and then tell her the gender of the baby. This is despite the fact that there are signs on the walls prohibiting hospitals from assigning their gender. However, the young female doctor, who could not bear the pity of a mother and the good compassion of human nature, hinted at my mother.

Finally saw a glimmer of light, how could you give up so easily? So, my mom had an idea and started the show, saying, "My stomach hurts so much, I want to go to the bathroom."

Then he shook off the staff of the street office and slipped away through the back door of the village hospital. I rushed home and got a few changes of clothes, took the eldest with me, put the second and third children at the house of the only sister in the East Village across the river, and started a life of hiding with my father.

More than half a year has passed, and my brother has come as promised. But it's not a way to hide all the time, I have to go home, and my parents finally went home.

But how can my parents, who are so stubborn, let the staff of the neighborhood office carry out their work? Born has become a fact, then fine.

"If you don't have any money, you can move out of the family, and if you can't do it, I will tear down my house for you." Young dad with a fiery temper.

There is nothing of value at home, and it is not enough to carry all the food away from the house, what should I do? The only thing left is a dilapidated old house that leaks rain all year round, what should I do?

educated them three times and twice, but they didn't pay attention to it at all, and now they are still making a lot of nonsense. If we don't educate them, how will we carry out our work in the future? It's time to kill chickens and make an example of monkeys, otherwise it will be difficult to suppress the evil spirit.

If it were me, if in that era, if a forklift could be brought in in that era, I would have asked the forklift to flatten the house, so that they would always remember the hardships of life, instead of raising an extra sheep.

Unfortunately, in those days, people could only hold a ladder, climb to the roof, and throw tiles to the ground one by one, smashing the tiles to pieces. It's too tiring, so bring an iron rake, pull down the bricks, uncover the straw mat, and expose its backbone, so that people can laugh at it.

That's it, in an atmosphere of ridicule and envy, we moved to a friend's house of my dad.

For my father, a friend, in my childhood, although there were only a few encounters, I was extremely impressed with him. Because his father was my teacher of moral character for a year, and he was still the principal of our school at that time, he loved our group of children very much, and he could often be seen smiling kindly.

And my father's friend, because he didn't seek to be motivated in school in his early years, but he had a strict father in the family, who believed that filial piety came out under the stick, and this filial son had not yet been educated. hurt the old father's hard work, and he couldn't see the village, so he moved to the Sanli Road team, leaving him with a Zhuangzi land and an empty house.

My dad borrowed the house before the roof of my house was lifted off by family planning, and it had been vacant for many years.

And my dad's friend was out there, and when he started, he did some messy things, and his reputation was not good. Taking advantage of the reform and opening up, he was flexible, panned for some gold outside, and began a human-like life.

In other words, after suffering from life, full of regret, and hoping to return to the roots, he began to go home frequently, longing for his old father's forgiveness.

I met him for the first time when I was eight years old. By then, our family had moved into a new house. He brought a young and beautiful woman much younger than my mother to my house, and brought small gifts to several of our children, and the deepest impression was to give my eldest sister a pink flare sundress with a short sleeve of white material, my eldest sister couldn't wear it, so I wore it for my second sister for two years, and then I wore it happily for a year. In the end, it was really washed white, and the material was slippery, so it was thrown away.

One day I told my mom that I dreamed that I was wearing that dress, and then my mom told the story behind the dress, and I really realized that children like it, and it is really not simple in the hearts of adults.

Only listen to the first half of the story, the best in the world. Later, the woman couldn't find my father's friend, so she found our home, and my parents found out that this friend had deceived the girl, falsely claiming that my father was a retired and thrifty old cadre who could help her a little......

When my mother heard this, she quickly turned the gifts they gave us into cash and returned them behind our backs. In the end, that dress and some of the knick-knacks became what my parents bought for us with their hard-earned money, despite how reluctant they were to buy this mess.

The second time I saw him, it was a man who came to my house with him. He asked my dad to grind two bags of flour for him and promised to give him money for the flour. My dad has a good face, and the old classmate rarely comes back to see him once, and he is embarrassed to ask for the flour money, so he shouted for my mother to wash the wheat, and then pulled it to the flour mill to grind it, and let him go directly to the flour mill to pull it away, my mother said, "I don't want the wheat money, and I will pay the wages for grinding the flour."

At that time, I helped my mother push the cart and pull the wheat peel home, and he promised my mother, "Sister-in-law, if you put a hundred hearts, I will definitely tie the knot, not for nothing, I will give it to you when I turn around." ”

A few days later, a neighbor who owns a noodle mill came to my house and asked my mother for money, saying, "We have been neighbors for so many years, can I ask you twice?" ”

My mom was furious and started accusing my dad of what kind of fox friends he had made.

The third time, I saw him come back, when I was in high school, and he brought a young daughter-in-law with an infant baby in her arms, supposedly to come back and ask the old father for forgiveness.

The old principal, who had been proud all his life and stubborn all his life, chose to forgive him before he died, he drank the liquor excitedly, his face flushed, and tears of remorse fell from the corners of his eyes.

I never saw him again.