Her husband died, and now her mother-in-law is dead, leaving her and her three-year-old daughter alone at home. How should I live my life in the future? One person continues to persevere? That's too bitter, helpless, unreliable, unnegotiable, and unhelpful. Get married? I am only twenty-three years old, and I still dress like a flower; Moreover, there is no one to dissuade them, and it is up to them to decide whether to go or stay. But when she thinks about her dead husband and mother-in-law, and their hopes and entrustment, she still feels sorry for them, for not fulfilling her responsibilities, and for not fulfilling their wishes. She slept with her daughter in her arms for a whole day and a night, and cried for a whole day and a night. In the end, she made a decision: to stay, support the family, and be a strong and unyielding mother worthy of her ancestors, future generations, and self-conscious, so that her daughter will be proud of her, and there is no shortage of admiration from neighbors when she mentions her.

Mother decided to stay, not just for her own honor, after so many years of liberation, she was not so feudal. She is for her daughter, for the sake of her commitment to her husband and mother-in-law, she wants to train her daughter to become an adult and become a talent. If she marries and her daughter follows someone else, how to cultivate her is up to her.

Under my mother's hard work, I gradually grew up, with big eyes, small mouth, and red cheeks, inheriting many of the advantages of my parents; Speak softly and slowly, coquettish, and even more cute and hurtful. My mother also loved me more and valued me. Mother and daughter accompany each other day and night, depend on each other for their lives, in the field of home, come and go together, I have become my mother's only life partner and life sustenance, life comfort, I can't see it for a while, I shout and look for it, for fear of losing it and being abducted. I understand my mother's heart, I am very obedient, and I have to tell my mother first wherever I go to play.

When I was seven years old, my mother sent me to a primary school in my village. I went to school, and my mother's heart followed me. In addition to having to work in the fields and at home, she always runs to school whenever she has free time. Standing alone outside the classroom, on the edge of the playground, watching me listen to lectures, answer questions, do homework, participate in various extracurricular activities, and endure praise and criticism, her heart rises and falls with me, happy, excited and thinking. Every time she took the exam, she was even more nervous than me, watching me finish the exam minute by minute, and then waiting for the teacher to finish the test paper and send it out day by day. If I did well, she would boil an egg to reward me and tell me not to be proud and continue to study hard; If I didn't do well in the exam, she would criticize me harshly and ask me a lot why, until I said that I would work harder and strive for a good score in the next exam, and she was not satisfied. In addition, she also went to the school again and again to find teachers to ask me why I was not studying well, and asked the teachers to educate me more and tutor me. At that time, most of the teachers in rural primary schools were private teachers, with heavy work, low income, and a lot of housework. The teachers all understood my mother's experience and the mood of wanting her daughter to become a talent, understood her, sympathized with her, and were willing to help her, but they could only ask me a few more questions in class and give more guidance by the way.

My grades still didn't improve much, and my grades always hovered around 80, which made my mother worry and couldn't sleep at night. She hadn't read, couldn't read, couldn't tutor me; The only way to improve my academic performance is to rely on the school teachers. My mother had no choice but to squeeze out a little money from the small living expenses, buy pork, cook rice and rice, and invite teachers to come to my home on Sundays to tutor me. However, the teacher rarely had a day off, and the work was full, and even if my mother had delicious food and hospitality, very few teachers were invited to help me with my homework. I can't find a teacher to tutor me, my grades are not good enough, what hope do I have for the university entrance examination? My mother was so sad that she often couldn't sleep at night.

When I was in the fourth grade, my mother finally found a teacher who was willing to tutor me outside of class and often came to my home to tutor me. Mr. Wang is a public teacher, the kind of teacher who takes state money, eats national food, and has a state establishment. Mr. Wang's wife passed away two years ago, leaving behind a son, who was three years older than me and was in the first grade of junior high school in the town.

Mr. Wang's father and son are both urban hukou, and although they live in the countryside, they don't want to eat the grain of the production team and plant small gardens; The son went to junior high school and did not return until Sunday, so he had few household chores. Therefore, when my mother explained her experience and wish with tears in her eyes, and asked him to help me with my homework, he agreed without hesitation, not only in the Chinese class he taught, but also in the mathematics class taught by another private teacher. This touched my mother very much. In order to express her gratitude, on Sunday, my mother traveled more than ten miles to the street to buy pork and cabbage, went home and made dumplings, respectfully invited Mr. Wang and his son to her home, and gave a good meal. Teacher Wang said: "Don't worry, Xiuyun is a good child, a good student, smart and obedient, follow me to study, I will teach her well, and I will tutor her sooner or later, and her grades will soon catch up." ”

Mr. Wang is really a man of promises, and the things he promised his mother were quickly put into action. He not only asked me more questions and tutored me in class, but also often gave me supplementary lessons outside of class, so that my grades improved quickly, and in the midterm exam, I ranked third in the class. It was my best exam score since I started school. Seeing my rapid progress, my mother thanked Mr. Wang from the bottom of her heart and tried her best to repay him. Teacher Wang was very moved and excused himself, saying, "It is the responsibility of teachers to teach students well, and they should do it." You orphans and widows, who have no money and no time, how can you ask for shoes that you make? "Repeatedly refused, refusing to accept it. Mother said: "You help me educate Hao Xiuyun, so that she can have a future career, and I will have something to rely on." It's more important to me than anything else, and no matter how much I thank you and repay you, it's worth it. "I gave the shoes to Mr. Wang.

Since then, Mr. Wang has been more diligent and enthusiastic in tutoring my homework, not only tutoring me during the day, but also sometimes tutoring me at home. Every time Mr. Wang came, his mother would greet him warmly as if he were a distinguished guest, boil tea, and sometimes beat two poached eggs for him to eat. Teacher Wang tutored me with homework, and my mother sat aside and listened quietly. After Mr. Wang finished my homework, I was given a few exercises to do. When I was doing the exercises, when Mr. Wang was free, my mother would talk to him, talking about the hardships of the family and the expectations for me. Mr. Wang admired her mother's behavior and praised her for understanding righteousness and teaching her children well. He said, "Who doesn't love their children? But the thinking method of love is different: some people only know how to feed and dress their children well, and even spoil their children; As a result, children grow up with nothing to achieve, nothing to do well, and they can't live without adults, not only can't support their parents, but even drag their parents down. In fact, this is not to love children, but to harm children. Parents who will educate their children not only to feed and dress their children well, but more importantly, to teach them the way of doing things and the way of life, so that children can leave their parents and go into society to know how to behave, do things, and how to live; Such children can not only support themselves well, but also know how to behave and respect their parents. This is what really loves children. "My mother agreed with Mr. Wang's words, and strengthened my confidence in educating me to become an adult.

After a long time, my mother and Mr. Wang became acquainted, and the two not only talked about educating children, but also talked about life issues. Ms. Wang is very sympathetic to her mother's plight and hopes to help her. He said to his mother, "Our two families have the same experience, your child lacks father's love, and my child lacks mother's love. If we are united, it is a complete family, and the shortcomings of both children are compensated; We can also take care of each other, and we can have companions and dependence. But her mother couldn't forget her father's kindness to her, and her grandmother's hope for her, so she didn't agree. Mr. Wang admired my mother even more, and she was not discouraged, and she still came to me again and again to help me with my homework, and sometimes helped my mother with her work, and worked in the fields at home. Under the guidance of Mr. Wang, my homework has improved even more, and it is very stable, I am in the top three in every exam, and I often take the first place. My mother was satisfied, and I was deeply moved by Mr. Wang, and finally agreed to marry Mr. Wang. My mother was afraid that I would not agree, so she told me Mr. Wang's thoughts and wishes and asked for my opinion; I thanked Mr. Wang and sympathized with my mother's loneliness, so I agreed with my mother's opinion, so I came to Mr. Wang's house as my mother and Mr. Wang got married.

Mr. Wang is a public teacher, with a fixed salary and rations provided by the state every month, and the living conditions are naturally better than my family. A year later, my mother took me out of Mr. Wang's house and returned to her own home. The reason is that Mr. Wang's son, Wang Zicheng, can't accept me and my mother. He thinks that my mother has usurped his mother's place, and I have usurped his interests, and he often quarrels about it. Zicheng also scolded my mother for being shameless and scolded me for being a "drag oil bottle". I couldn't bear it anymore, so I had to cry to my mother. At first, my mother persuaded me to endure it, but it happened so often that my mother couldn't bear it anymore.

After my mother and Mr. Wang got married, I changed my name to Mr. Wang as "Dad"; Teacher Wang was very happy and said, "From now on, you will be my daughter." One son, one daughter, and I have both sons and daughters. He pointed to my mother and said to Zicheng, "Don't call 'Auntie' anymore, you should call 'Mom'." Zicheng refused to accept it, saying: "I have checked the dictionary, and my mother means 'nursing with milk'." She didn't nurse me, it was my mother who raised me, so I can only call her aunt, not mother. Teacher Wang said, "Now that your mother is gone, your aunt is married to your father, and she takes care of you like a mother, she should be your mother – this is ethics." Zicheng still refused to accept it, saying: "When you get married, it can only be because your relationship has changed, and it has nothing to do with me." I have grown up and can take care of myself and do not need her to take care of me. So, I still call her Auntie as before. "Mother saw that Zicheng insisted on refusing to call her mother, and if she continued to argue, it would only make their father and son discordant, and it would also make it more difficult for Zicheng to accept her, and the family relationship would be more difficult to get along with; Hurriedly grabbed Teacher Wang and said, "The child is right, his mother raised him, and I didn't nurse him, so I called him Auntie." He said to Zicheng again: "Your mother is gone, in the future, Auntie will take care of your life like your mother, tell me what you need, and I will definitely try my best to satisfy you and satisfy you." Zicheng squinted at my mother and said, "I eat, I have rations provided by the state, clothing, money, tuition fees, my father's salary, and I can take care of my personal life, so I don't need you to take care of me." Zicheng said it so clearly, and the relationship was so clear, that it was inconvenient for his mother to say anything, so she had to remain silent. Teacher Wang was afraid that his son would say something more ugly, and he no longer insisted on his opinion, so he called Zicheng "Mom". A storm ended in nothing.

But soon something happened that made it difficult for my mother and I to accept that this new family of two families could no longer be sustained.