At this time, the class was over, and in a short time, the two of us were surrounded by onlookers, three floors inside and three floors outside. When the teacher came, I was desperately pulling my deskmate's hand. In his clenched hand, there is my eraser, a watermelon shape, a green leather bag with bright red pulp and a few black melon seeds on it.
"5 yuan, I won the first prize in the mid-term exam a few days ago, and Yang Yi bought it for me." The teacher returned the eraser to me after careful verification.
After the teacher left, I looked at my deskmate and smiled proudly. My deskmate curled her lips and said contemptuously, "What air?" Aren't you an illegitimate daughter? "
I didn't know what an illegitimate daughter was at that time. When I got home, I asked Aunt Yang: What is an illegitimate daughter? After listening to my words, Yang Yi, who was cooking, paused. The rice spoon slipped from her hand and fell to the ground, making a clear sound.
Aunt Yang and I.
My concept of mother is very vague. I grew up under the care of Aunt Yang and my uncle. At that time, Aunt Yang was almost 50 years old. She has a son and a daughter. I call them brothers and sisters, and their family calls me an old girl. When I was a child, Aunt Yang and her uncle often said to my brother and sister: Let the old girl eat more, she is still young.
At that time, we were very poor Aunt Yang works as a cleaner in the town's health center, and my uncle works as a bricklayer on the construction site. My happiness has not diminished because of poverty. My brothers and sisters let me go, and Aunt Yang and my uncle cherish me. My uncle often lifts me high above my head and puts his wide palm around my neck.
To tell the truth, if Aunt Yang hadn't been pointing at the photos and told me, old girl, she is your mother and she works far away, I wouldn't have the slightest doubt that I am their child.
Later, my brother and sister went to college in other places, leaving only the three of us at home, and life was even more difficult. Whenever dusk falls, Yang Yi often goes to the vegetable market to pick up some leaves lost by vegetable dealers. Sprinkle some salt noodles when you come back. This is Yang Yi's and uncle's dish.
And I, Aunt Yang, often make a bowl of handmade noodles for me by myself, drenched with brine of minced fresh mushrooms, and the fragrance is fragrant. When it is cold, she will hold my cold little feet in her arms, and her soft * * * will touch my feet, and the warmth will spread to the bones of the limbs along the feet.
Aunt Yang raised me like this and never left me for a day. Her love for me is so great that she can't see it.
Some naughty classmates began to shout after me: bastard shameless, mother can't control it. Although I don't know the meaning of this sentence, I know from my classmate's sarcastic expression that it must be a bad word. I ran out of the campus crying.
Aunt Yang majestically took my little hand and walked into my classroom in full view. My head teacher is in class. After apologizing to the teacher, Aunt Yang crossed her waist and shouted, Who said my old maid is a wild child without a father? She was born to me! I asked her to call me aunt because she loved being sick and telling fortune since she was a child, and said that our mother and I couldn't get along, so it would be fine if we didn't call my mother.
I stood there, looking at Yang Yi flushed with excitement, and I smiled happily. Isn't it? If it is not your own child, who can hurt, who can spoil, who can raise for more than ten years? It turns out that Aunt Yang is my mother!
That day, Yang Yi insisted that naughty boys apologize to me and promise not to bully me again.
After Aunt Yang left, I heard the teacher say: This old Yang is too protective of children.
In the evening, I got into Yang Yi's bed and let out a cry coily-Mom. I saw Yang Yi's eyes shining in the dim light. She held me tightly in her arms and said, "Old girl, I really want to hear you call me mom, but ..."
"But you are afraid that I will get sick." I picked up the stubble. I heard my uncle who had been silent by my side give a long sigh.
The woman in the photo
I was 13 years old when I saw the woman in the photo. The summer vacation after I graduated from primary school, I went out crazy all morning and ran home for dinner. As soon as I entered the door, I saw the woman in the photo sitting in our small living room, next to Yang Yi, whose eyes were red and swollen and who had just cried.
Aunt Yang told me that the woman in that photo is my mother. Her name is Dumet. 13 years ago, she gave birth to me in the health center where Yang Yi worked, and entrusted me directly to Yang Yi, who was a cleaner.
At that time, she said to Aunt Yang, "Be sure to tell her that I am her mother and I will earn money to pick her up in the future." . My first reaction when I heard the news was to rush to Aunt Yang and cry and say, "You talk nonsense! I'm your daughter, and you won't let me call you mom because you're afraid I'll get sick!
This is a fact. Whether I want to admit it or not, that woman named Du Mei is my mother. She is now doing business in a modern coastal city, and she has come to take me to her for middle school. She hugged me tightly and said, "My child has suffered from you these years, and I will make it up to you later."
I firmly pushed her hand away and said, "No, I'm not going anywhere. I want to go to middle school here. "
In the evening, Yang Yi squeezed into my crib and held my head on her chest. My face clings to Yang Yi's * * *, and I smell the familiar smell.
Aunt Yang said, "Old girl, go with your mother."
I said, "No."
Aunt Yang said, "Look, I am old now and my son has graduated from college. I'm going to the city to find him and enjoy myself. "
I heard that, I just cried, knowing that Yang Yi is not my mother, and there seems to be no reason to persist. That night, I cried until dawn.
In the morning, I saw a thick stack of money being given to Aunt Yang. Aunt Yang pushed it back and said, "That's not why I brought the old girl."
When Yang Yi went out to hold firewood, I saw Du Mei stuffing money into Yang Yi's quilt.
I'm finally leaving this home, although I'm sad. I took Yang Yi's hand and said, "You are not allowed to go to town to find your brother. You wait here until I come back. I will come back to raise you when I grow up. "
Aunt Yang said, "Silly girl, I'm not your mother."
I said, "I know, but I'll come back for you."
My new home
Du Mei never said there was anyone else at home when she came to pick me up. A man wearing a myopia glasses opened the door. He said, "Hello!" "
I was stupidly pushed into the house by Dumet, only to find a beautiful little boy in the house, about 7 or 8 years old.
Du Mei said, "Shuai Shuai, call sister." Then he pointed to the man and said to me, "Old girl, your name is Uncle Liu."
I have seen such a house on TV. A living room is as big as Yang Yi's whole house. The long-haired carpet on the ground is so white that I dare not step on it.
I have my own room with a TV, a computer and a beautiful bed. Curtains and bedspreads are light pink. Sitting in my room, I feel that this luxurious and alienated house really has nothing to do with me. My mind is full of familiar small yards and hot kang.
Shuai Shuai is the son of Dumet and that man. He can play the piano and speak fluent English when he is only 9 years old. Uncle Liu often looks at Shuai Shuai with a smile. I know that look, full of love. Yang Yi used to see me that way.
I started junior high school here. Uncle Liu is responsible for driving me to school in the morning and picking me up at night. We didn't talk all the way, and the air was full of embarrassment.
I began to miss my Yang Yi more strongly. I can't stand Uncle Liu's politeness and indifference, and I can't stand Du Mei's excessive enthusiasm, which often makes me feel hypocritical.
I sneaked out of the campus and called Aunt Yang to tell her that I was going back, but there was a notice that the phone number was empty. I can only cry and hope to grow up quickly so that I can run back to Aunt Yang.
then
I chose the northern city to go to college, which is closer to my Yang Yi. After Du Mei knew it, she began to say that she raised me for nothing. If I had known this, I might as well not have asked me to go back. I have never called her mother in these years. In my heart, I hate her. I hate that she gave me such an embarrassing identity and that she separated me from Aunt Yang.
My indifference greatly tested her patience. She gave birth to me when she shouldn't have, abandoned me when she shouldn't have, and found me when she shouldn't have found me. She began to know that she would never find her missing daughter again.
Before the start of my freshman year, I went back to the small town, walked into the alley I was familiar with and walked into the small yard I was familiar with. I froze: I saw my uncle, sitting in a wheelchair in the sun, his eyes slightly closed and his expression was calm. At his side was a young man with a blanket in his hand, covering his uncle's leg.
My aunt Yang has never left. She changed her mobile phone because she was afraid that if I contacted her, she would never be able to live a good life with my real mother again. When she was a sophomore, Aunt Yang got breast cancer. Before she died, my brother and sister wanted to call me back, but she didn't let me know because she was afraid it would affect my study.
My aunt Yang has been dead for two years. My brother told me that he was not really her child. A few years ago, she adopted him and her sister in an orphanage, so she gave her life to three unrelated children.
For my uncle, my brother has gone to work in the middle school in the town, married his wife in the town, and my sister has been sent abroad ... My uncle has cerebral thrombosis, and he doesn't seem to know me, although I cried sadly on his leg: I am your old girl.
I went to Aunt Yang's grave, and I burst into tears in the flying paper: If I had known that the original separation was farewell, I would never have left again. Aunt Yang loves me, loves me, pampers me and raises me, which has become my eternal yearning and pain.
When I left, I told my brother that I would come back and take care of our father with you.
My brother nodded with tears in his eyes: OK.
I will definitely come back. Aunt Yang's love will be a baton in our hands and will be passed down all the time.
The Ancient Xuanwumen Spring and Autumn Zhuo Xin Classics of the Fugitive of Postgraduate Entrance Examination