Chapter 221: Quietly (3)

(3) Fragments of childhood memories

I dreamed of a woman in a red sweater sitting on a bench in my third uncle's barbershop. Then one night I dreamed again, and I tried to describe it to my mother-in-law, and she said, "Maybe your mother is coming to see you."

Mom really came in a red sweater like in a dream, with a brother who was taller than me and a chubby little baby, and only Dad was the one I had ever met.

Then I followed them by boat and car...... Bumpy ride from the city to the countryside, and then follow the caravan to the depths of the jungle.

I remember being scolded whenever I spoke, beaten when I cried, and even fainting to death in order to hold back my sobbing. Whether it was at my mother-in-law's house or my mother's house, I immediately asked the Bodhisattva to bless me to leave the house where I was beaten, and then I really left. Sometimes it's just moving from the house to the earthquake shed.

I did things quietly, I did them one by one in the order my mother told me, and my mother said that I "couldn't see the first thing", and it was strange why I was so slow and stupid and never knew the priority of things. It was only when she saw my exam papers that she felt that there was still a little hope.

At my mother's house, I began to miss my mother-in-law again, and I missed the little animals raised by my mother-in-law. A nest of little white rabbits in the wooden cabinet, when the red eyes are opened, the mother-in-law will put the most lively one in an iron cage and put it on the side of the street outside the house, let me keep it, and when someone comes to ask, she will call her mother-in-law loudly.

A basket of goslings began to be sent to the pond when it was ten days old, and when I knew that they could play in the pond all day and didn't want to leave, I went to the nearby elementary school to listen to the class. When the students were out of school, I went to call the geese to come home with me.

Those little animals were fun and could be sold for money, and my mother-in-law used the money to buy them from the store, and when I was hungry, I could go to the store and find something to eat. It's not like at my mother's house, where I do useless things, and I wait until the meal is on the table, and I don't let me eat it.

I've heard a lot of people say that I am an adopted daughter like Hu Tu's sister, Hu Tu's sister is called Hu Roushu, she often does things while crying, and she looks ugly when she cries. I was even more silent.

Until the second year of junior high school, one day after the evening self-study also went to the teacher's house, the classmates on the same road went back first, several classmates broke up when they left the school, I walked on the road alone, the street lights were dim and sparse, there was a person who came out of the shadows, but fell to me and crashed into me, I shouted and ran fast, my feet didn't seem to be on the ground, and I didn't know the pain when I fell and got up and ran. When my mother saw me, she immediately led me all the way and scolded me, there was only one policeman in the town, and he also caught that person, and he still fell down when he didn't wake up after drinking too much.

After that, I remembered that many times I was not seriously injured but half died of fright, such as the first time I went to work in the countryside with my mother-in-law, I was scared by a buffalo and fell into a paddy field, choking on a lot of muddy water. There was only one person wearing two pieces of clothing, and she took it off and put it on for me, just above my feet. I remember the dress as a bright sky blue.

I was in danger twice just by repairing the canal, first when the dynamite exploded, I was running with a lot of people, and a huge rock fell from the top of my head like a mountain in front of me, and I walked around with my eyes closed and continued to run. On the day of the opening of the water, people cheered, and there seemed to be big fish jumping in the canal. I saw a child rolling down the dirt slope and getting submerged in the dirt, I cried out and saw the adults all looking at me and rolling down without understanding what I was talking about......

Maybe I never know where I was in my childhood, or if the diary I wrote when I was a student is true, it doesn't matter anymore, the important thing is that I now live every day as if it were my last, and I want to live it authentically and to the fullest.