My father was not satisfied with the tone of my words, and he threw the few cigarette butts he had left at me.

I didn't hide, I didn't move, because the cigarette butt was so light that I knew it wouldn't burn me. Sure enough, a short distance from me, the cigarette butt landed on the table.

The father then scolded loudly at the top of his voice: "Isn't it because you are not angry?!" We didn't have long eyes, so we gave birth to such a little crumb as you, aren't we dead when you die?! We resigned ourselves to our fate?! You want to die! ”

The mother also said with a crying voice: "Yes, we are your child, and if you are gone, won't we be extinct?" But you're so unproductive, to live is to embarrass us all day long, it's better to die, alas, no household is no household, we... We accept our fate..."

No, not at all.

'Jeo' is a very, very serious word in the grammar of my hometown's dialect. No matter how close two people are, as long as this word appears when scolding, they will definitely fight, and one of them must be completely beaten until they can't stand up before it's over.

The meaning of this word, according to our local meaning, is that all the children and offspring are dead, as long as there is still a seedling in the family, even if there is a dog that can help guard the door, it is not considered 'extinct'.

And what my mother said is not right, I am not an only child, without me, our family still has one, even if I really die, they are not extinct.

Although their parents have been reluctant to face the existence of Yiyi head-on for some reasons, both of them have never denied that Yiyi is indeed real.

Although they usually don't even dare to mention their names, whenever they describe their offspring to others, they always use plural adjectives, such as "children" and "two children".

Why? Why are they saying that today? Why do they ignore the existence of one by one?

Seeing that the two of them had already walked to the door scolding and crying, I hurriedly shouted, "Mom! I will work hard, I have not forgotten your hard work for me when I was a child, I will fight! ”

My mother turned back to me and said, "Well, we know, anyway, don't go back to your hometown and embarrass us before you have a chance, remember." ”

No, still no.

According to my mother's character, as soon as I mentioned that I was a child, no matter what the environment was, she would immediately talk about how hard she raised me when I was a child.

Since she was a child, there has never been an exception, even if the environment is no longer suitable, she will always talk about it.

The most extreme time was when a neighbor's child of the same age as me soaked in the water tank to relieve the heat because of the summer heat, as if he was asleep, and finally accidentally drowned.

At that time, my family also attended the funeral of the child, and my mother was touched by the scene, so she told me in front of the child's parents how difficult it was to raise me when I was a child, how hard she worked, and the more she talked, the more energetic she became, and later even said that if she hadn't worked hard to raise me and educate me, maybe I would have drowned like other people's ignorant children.

Mother has always been such a character, she always likes to emphasize her suffering, her own giving, but does not consider the feelings of anyone around her.

But today, my mother didn't even mention anything about that year, which is not normal.

Seeing that they had opened the door to leave, I hurriedly said, "Yes! Mother! I still remember my hard work, Mom, do you remember? When I was a child, one winter, you and your dad went out to work, leaving me alone at home, I was naughty and burned a big hole in my padded jacket, my dad hit me angrily, but you were afraid that I was freezing, or very distressed to help me make a new one, the new padded jacket was so comfortable to wear, our family was so poor at that time, it was the first time I wore new clothes when I was a child, I have not forgotten it. ”

The parents looked at each other, and the father scolded, "What's wrong with beating you?!" Yes? Little Bunny! You deserve to beat you! Still poor at home? It's not because you're not angry that your family is poor! ”

The mother also nodded and said, "Remember, why don't you remember?" There was no way at that time, your father was right, if it wasn't for the sake of supporting you, we wouldn't be so poor, alas, you are here to heal well, we will go first. ”

I didn't say anything more, and watched them leave with a blank face.

The person who burned the padded jacket back then was not me, it was Yiyi.

The one who was beaten and scolded was not me, it was one by one.

Both parents were very impressed by this incident, and it was impossible to remember it wrong.

Because my family was really poor at that time, we didn't have the money to buy new clothes for us during the Chinese New Year, so Yiyi and I had to wait for our relatives' older children to buy new clothes, and then weed out their old clothes for us to wear.

That time, the padded jacket burned out, and she wore new clothes for the only time in her entire childhood.

The price, of course, was three days of beatings and verbal abuse.

Later, she told me that she deliberately burned the old padded jacket at that time, because she also loves beauty, and she wanted to wear a new padded jacket like other girls.

Of course, she didn't say that to her parents.

Mom, Dad, what's wrong with you? Amnesia?

No, how can you know my business so clearly if you have amnesia? Why don't you remember the parts related to one by one?

Why? Why, exactly?

It's a pity that the time just now is too short, and we have too little to communicate, otherwise I would have found more problems.

After the guards sent my parents away, they returned to the room and said to me, "Let's go, you should go back too, your parents are very calm." I asked, "What do you mean?" What calm? ”

The prison guard replied: "Ah, if other people's children enter this kind of place, parents will definitely not be able to stand it, at least they have to cry for a few days, your parents are good, hehe, as soon as you go out, you don't cry or get angry, it's very calm, it seems that you are really in their hearts as they say, haha, you are trash." ”

The guard said these things clearly to sarcastically and irritate me, and I have to admit that he did irritate me, but not because he said that I was garbage in the eyes of my parents, but because he said that my parents were very "calm".

That's not right, I've never seen them calm down since I was a kid, not a second.

Even if the mother didn't cry occasionally, it would definitely be full of sadness and sighing.

Except for the unbridled laughter at the wine table, my father must have been angry all the time, and the two of them have never been "calm", these two words have nothing to do with the two of them.

What the hell is going on?

They were brainwashed or hypnotized?

Or is it... They... Not my parents at all?