Since my father had the last epilepsy incident, many people have thought that he had become possessed by evil spirits, and even his best friends kept a distance.

The helpless father smoked and drank at home all day, and lived in this place full of shadows.

Grandpa felt that it was not a good thing for father to do nothing at home all day, so he urged his father to find a job.

In fact, the real story should start with this passage.

My mother is from another place. When she was very young, she came to us with her sister to work hard. She has not received a good education since she was a child, so she has no scheming when she is alone. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is as pure as a piece of white paper. In fact, every girl dreams of having a prince riding a white horse when she grows up. In fact, the focus of this dream is not so-called love, but the prince herself is very rich.

My mother is just one of these ordinary girls, and she always fantasizes about having a rich man who can take her out of the sea of ​​suffering and live a comfortable life and take care of her husband and children at home.

An ordinary figure, ordinary appearance, and ordinary family background, either a real Cinderella transformation, otherwise such a dream will never be realized.

A textile factory was opened on the street, which was a kind of bag factory. I don’t know when it was built, so even my father can’t remember this.

My mother went to this factory for a high salary and young capital.

In fact, every outsider has a painful place, that is, he cannot understand the words of the locals. At that time, people here didn’t speak Mandarin very much. It is nowhere to be known how many interesting things happened in the collision between the two languages, and my mother did not tell me these stories.

At the beginning, my mother was just doing chores in a restaurant. Her salary was very low. The boss had a bad temper. She always looked at these little girls from other places. So my mother was very dissatisfied with the job at that time. Everyone in the factory was new workers, and only workers could contact them. So on the first day of my visit to this factory, my mother thought it was pretty good. Although there was some difficulty in communication, the repair workers who taught her to use machines were still good, and they looked good, but unfortunately the salary was not high, so my mother had never thought about being with him at that time. In fact, if she had chosen him, her life was completely different from my life.

Let’s look at my father, a pure rich second generation at that time. His hometown at that time, had three fishing boats, a small factory, and several fish ponds. He received a good education since childhood and looked good. In addition to being not tall, he was still very good overall. In that era, he was not as important as now. The most important thing was to be rich, rich, and rich. Remember to say important things three times.

If you were a poor boy with a good appearance but a wealthy family, which one would you choose?

But the answer to this choice seems to be the most wrong decision in my mother's life. No one knows what kind of pain this decision has brought to her.

My father took a sip of old wine and rode his bicycle to the textile factory. My grandfather said that the factory was newly opened, so he went to this factory for a few days to earn some pocket money and exercised his abilities. After all, he didn't have the ability to keep his money.

This factory is bigger than the one owned by my family, and it was a big factory in my hometown at that time. My father was a local young man. Such a factory was really nothing in his eyes. With a playful attitude, he also participated in the work of this factory. At that time, my mother worked only a few steps away from where he worked.

My mother also observed my father during her spare time in her work. This is probably something that every single woman would do. Observe the men around her and then compare them in her heart which one is more suitable to be her male companion.

My father was wearing a shirt, trousers and leather shoes, and he spoke very well, and he looked like a rich child. Whenever his mother looked at him with her own light, she worked seriously.

It was at this moment that my father looked up at his mother.

Look at each other and smile.

It was just this time that even my mother didn’t know if she fell in love with my father at this time, but my father told me that he fell in love with my mother at this time.

Love at that time was very pure and sincere. Only when we like each other, of course, we cannot avoid the mixing between our parents.

The moment my father met my mother, he forgot about the things he had experienced recently, maybe because the pure and kind atmosphere of my mother made him feel warm and an inexplicable freedom.

Young people's love often happens at that moment. No one knows when it will come, and is not sure whether it really happened.

"Hello, my name is Xu Mingfeng."

"Zhang Hua"

The first brief introduction between men and women is always simple and clear. Asking for each other’s names is considered to be friends.

After returning home, the figure of this man working hard in his mind was always in his mind. He looked at each other and smiled at that moment. The mother who had never experienced love was unbelievable that she fell in love with her father.

He didn't know what this man would be like in the future, nor did he know where this man came from. She only knew that she wanted to accompany him to the end of her life.

Hold your hand and grow old with you.

After get off work, my father bought some food and went home to find a place to drink. As soon as he got home, he felt dry and quickly, and picked up the bottle and gulped down a few sips. What my father liked to drink was not Chinese liquor or expensive foreign liquor, but wine that ordinary people cook at home, commonly known as yellow wine, and also called Huadiao.

Grandpa still went to the casino very early, and it is really no exaggeration to use the word "ten bets and ten losses" on my grandpa.

Since building the house, my grandmother has not eaten with her family. Whenever she goes to a restaurant, she will go to another place to eat alone. My grandmother has beaten her several times because of this incident. However, no matter how much my grandfather bullies her, she still eats alone, and no one can persuade her.

The summer sunset is always so beautiful, but no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is black and white in grandma's eyes.

Dolls, ragdolls, wear flower clothes, wear flower clothes, grandpa will take you to the show.

Another voice that is very familiar to grandma.

With this voice, grandma seemed to hum, and father also heard the strange voice. But at this time his mind was full of his mother, and he thought it was a boring person humming folk songs.

Across acre of land, a man stood at the door and looked blankly in front of him, as if he was talking.

Return my doll to me!
Chapter completed!