I don't know about my mother, who left me and my father when I was two years old.

There was no trace of her in the house, I couldn't find any memories of her, and I didn't even know her name for a long, long time.

My grandma said she was a wicked.

My grandmother never spoke of her in front of me, she only called her that woman or that scourge of that demon when she spoke of my father.

My father was supposed to be a very good man with a prosperous future. He was supposed to stay in Shenshi to teach at the university he had attended, but because of my mother, he returned to his hometown to become a high school teacher in the extremely remote and backward county.

He and my mother were married as sons.

Although my grandmother did not want to see my mother, she had to compromise because she already had me and my father's insistence on it.

This may be the most important thing that grandma should stick to to the end, but because of her compromise, she still regrets it very much.

Grandma said that the first time she saw my mother, she knew that she was a demon and a curse, and if she had persisted in opposing it, no matter how stubborn and painful my father was at that time, no matter what had happened between them, she would not agree to them being together, not to agree to their marriage, not to agree to give birth to me.

Then my father might not have been so depressed, depressed, so painful, and left us so early!

Grandma even regretted that she shouldn't have let my father go out of the village, into Shenshi, into this university, so that he would not have met my mother and would not have lost himself because of that woman.

If so, how my grandmother wished that my father was just a simple peasant, although there were some hardships, some hardships, some lowliness, but at least he was still alive.

But the truth will always be that my father, with so much anticipation and envy, got on the train to the city, and then he met my mother here.

He suddenly fell into that charming and shallow smile, and fell into the sound of the green piano. He forgot his hard-working mother in the countryside, forgot his lofty ambitions, he only had that woman in his eyes, he abandoned the bright future for her, stayed away from the prosperity of the market, and even betrayed his relatives, and just wanted to hold hands with his beloved woman for a lifetime.

But in less than three years, the woman left him and walked without hesitation.

My father, an excellent physics teacher at a key high school, was reduced to a substitute teacher at a general high school, and then a miscellaneous person who managed the laboratory.

My father, a mild-mannered scholar, became an alcoholic, and then, at the age of 32, with the smell of alcohol, he left his old mother and orphan daughter to go to heaven forever.

As for my mother, my father never came to me, my grandmother talked about it occasionally, and it was full of curses, and I only knew a few things from my aunt occasionally.

My mother was a very beautiful woman, she could play the piano, she could draw, she could make beautiful clothes, and the clothes I wore when I was a child and the clothes she wore herself were all made by herself.

Although she is cold to people, she has a good temperament, never quarrels with people, does not get angry much, neither gossips, nor argues, does not laugh much, and rarely talks to people.

Like his mother, he should have a big family in Shen City, playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the ten fingers were quiet and quiet, but he followed his father to this isolated small county town, and made a fire every day to cook and do laundry, probably his mother's family didn't agree very much, so no one ever came.

Grandma often sees her alone in a daze, and she feels strange and pitiful, but she just doesn't like her. Although she could have married a man who was much better than my father, my father gave up such a great and beautiful future because of her, and as a mother who had worked so hard - my grandmother, there was always too much unwillingness and complaints.

No one knows why my mother left, my father might know, but he never said.