As long as I can remember, she and I have been living together in a lazy town in the south.

A beautiful young woman with a medicine bottle soon became the talk of everyone after dinner. Three or five people laughed together. When they saw her passing by, they immediately lowered their voices.

She knew it, but she dragged me slowly past. However, when they are not looking, she will suddenly pull me into a corner. As soon as she hears someone continue to gossip, she will jump out and wrestle with that person.

She tried so hard to maintain her self-esteem, but she didn't realize that my young mind couldn't bear such a fright and cried hysterically.

She often teaches me that if she has the strength to cry, she might as well stand up and fight with them! Say that finish, lift your thin arms and be Popeye. Over time, I like her more and more. Once I hear that someone is disrespectful to us, I will definitely swing my pink fist and my eyes will be round.

Later, no one in the neighborhood really dared to gossip behind my back.

My relationship with her is not so much mother and daughter as two friends living under the same roof. When I was very young, she divided the humble one-bedroom into two bedrooms, one for each person. No one can enter each other's private space without their permission. Once they break the rules, they will be fined for cleaning the room.

The burial work is shared between us. I struggled to sweep the floor with a broom that was half a head higher, and said she bullied me. She sat leisurely on the sofa, swinging her legs on the coffee table and sighing: This is a jungle world!

I wove straw mats with her in town, and each earned a dollar. Later, I realized that all she gave me were ten-cent bills. ...

What impressed me most was that once I caught a cold and she didn't take me to see a doctor. In winter, I insist on washing my face with cold water every day. She also plausibly told me about popular science knowledge: a cold comes quickly and goes slowly. No matter whether you take medicine or not, the symptoms will last for more than a week. Drug therapy is not as good as physical therapy. Besides, washing your face with cold water can also strengthen your body. ...

What did I know at that time? I can only wash my face with cold water and then cry. But it really works.

Then I got used to it. Once I caught a cold, I washed my face with cold water first and used ice in summer. I still have this habit until now.

two

When I am with her, I often feel wronged, especially when I see other children coquetry around my mother. At this time, I will fantasize that I was picked up by her and pray that God will let my biological mother find me soon.

However, anyway, she gave me a home. Nightmare night, as long as I shout, she will rush in and hug me tightly.

When I was l3, she didn't know where she got a theory that a girl could not grow up without the influence of a man. She asked me to stay with one of her friends for a year, which might let me know how to get along with male students.

That good friend is far from our home, and it takes about ten hours by train alone. Besides, I've never met him.

I cried and didn't want to go, and she insisted on sending me there, euphemistically calling it cultivating a sound child.

She forcibly escorted me to the railway station. After kissing me goodbye, she wiped away my tears and told me: you can't cry in front of outsiders in the future. Exposing your vulnerability means telling others how to hurt you.

On the train, I didn't talk to anyone all the way, and I didn't dare to close my eyes in the middle of the night, for fear that bad people would rob me.

After going to her friend's house, according to the agreement, I can't call her or write to her. I had to write my thoughts on paper, and soon I had several thick diaries.

This friend of hers is very easygoing and speaks slowly, not as energetic as her. He asked me to call him Zheng Xie.

Zheng Xie is very kind to me. He found me the best school to borrow, sent me to school every day, prepared breakfast for me, and waited at the school gate on time after school.

I have never enjoyed such preferential treatment in my life for more than ten years before, and I am not used to it. I told him many times that I could do it myself, but he stubbornly insisted and shrugged helplessly. You are like your mother.

I am silent.

Homesickness has been lingering in my mind, counting the days day by day, just like going to jail.

Zheng Xie finally sent me home. The 30-square-meter hut, with one more person, suddenly seemed cramped. Zheng Xie left awkwardly. I couldn't agree, and my tears fell several times. On the way back, she gave me another good scolding.

I will meet more people in the future. Isn't it just losing friends all the way? If you want to live a chic life, you'd better put everything down in ten seconds, including me.

That night, I heard sobbing from the next room, and I couldn't sleep for a long time. I often write to Zheng Xie behind her back, talking about her indifference and worries about being single ... Zheng Xie and I became sincere pen pals.

But I never let him visit us. Subconsciously, I think it will make her sad.

three

Time flies, I'm going to college.

She strongly opposed my studying in this city, and when she volunteered, she arrogantly asked me to enroll in a school in Beijing. Because she likes that city.

I got my wish and was admitted to Beijing Foreign Studies University. She said that girls can learn foreign languages well and work in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in the future. Maybe I'll see Hillary again, so don't forget to ask your mother for her autograph. She imagined.

I am noncommittal. A middle-aged housewife doesn't like Korean dramas and movie stars, but she regards politicians as idols, which makes people puzzled.

However, the older the old lady gets, the more mysterious she becomes, and even young people can't compare with her.

I was 18 years old the summer I graduated from senior three. She said she would give me a grand "bar mitzvah".

I was flattered and suddenly felt that life could not bear such a heavy burden. Although I was full of expectations, I refused.

Her eyes immediately dimmed, and for a moment, I felt very boring. Secretly looking at it, I found that the years left many traces on her, with white hair and hunchback. ...

The atmosphere is awkward. In order to divert attention, I patted her on the back: beauty, walking with your head up is not good-looking.

She raised her mouth and giggled, and wrinkles piled up around her eyes. ...

The night before I went to college, I wrote a letter to Zheng Xie, asking about their relationship for the first time and asking him to visit her often. That day, I suddenly felt that I had grown up and had the responsibility to make her happy instead of standing outside all the time.

She sent me to the railway station and promised not to cry, which she has been educating me for so many years. Mine. Unexpectedly, when the train started, she buried her face in tears.

This is the first time she has shed tears in public.

four

Zheng Xie didn't go to see her after all. He said that they did love each other, but now he has his own family and doesn't want to talk about the past.

After receiving his letter, I haven't shed tears for 10 years, so I let my tears drop by drop on the floor. ...

I choose to stay in Beijing after graduation. Because she said that big cities are crowded, open-minded and lively. When she was old, she began to like excitement. She no longer has the edges and corners of her youth. She began to live in harmony with her neighbors, playing cards, walking, dancing yangko, and even laughing at her youthful impulses, giving birth to such a daughter, attending a key university and working in a big city. ...

This is not self-mockery, it is clearly showing off to others.

However, after graduation, I didn't go to work in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs as she expected. Instead, I went to a magazine as an editor after numerous job fairs.

When I make a phone call, I learn to report good news instead of bad news like others. I didn't expect her to hear it at once, but fortunately she was also optimistic. Your life has just begun, you can't get fat in one bite.

I began to fall in love, and the gentleness of my boyfriend made me taste the sweetness of being a woman. Empathy, I strongly urged her to find a boyfriend, she smiled shyly on the phone, and her love for me was already elsewhere.

I hung up the phone and told myself to work hard to make money and buy a house in Beijing for her to live with me. If she doesn't have love, I can't let her not even enjoy family ties.

I have a lot of work, working day and night, ignoring my boyfriend's feelings. When he broke up with me, he said: I want a woman, not a strong woman.

I haven't been able to cheer up for a long time, and the thought of death is a relief. She ran all the way to Beijing, instead of comforting me, she scolded: I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid of living? !

I am like an awakened person, cheer up: the best part of life is always tomorrow. If I don't die, wouldn't it be interesting to live and wait for a better tomorrow?

In fact, maternal love is not all the same. If a kind mother's careful collection and care for her children is love, how can a woman's strict and strict behavior towards her children and never hide it not be another kind of love!