The story of a cook

Chapter 529

The fifth sister called and said that she had taken her mother to her home.

Hearing this news made me feel uncomfortable.

It is a good thing for my mother to go to the fifth sister's house. I am 75 years old and cannot be left alone to take care of me. I can rest assured when I go to the fifth sister's house.The eldest sister, the second sister, the fourth sister, and the fifth sister have four families close to each other, that is, more than two miles away.My mother is at the Fifth Sister's house, and the eldest sister, second sister, and fourth sister can visit my mother for convenience, and it takes more than ten minutes to walk there.The third sister is far away from the fifth sister's house. Now that there is a sedan chair at home, it is also convenient.

I knew in my heart that it was a good thing for my mother to go to Fifth Sister's house, but I couldn't turn this corner for a while.It is said to raise children to guard against old age. I am also a son. Not only did my mother fail to support her when she was old, but she also went to the fifth sister's house, which is not filial.

There is a feeling of wanting to cry.

After working for 15 years, he got married and started a business, but sent his mother to the fifth sister's home for the elderly. This son failed.

I know that even if I pick up my mother, she will not live with me, and the five older sisters will not let my mother come, but being a son makes me feel uncomfortable.The concept of sons taking care of the elderly has been deeply rooted. Parents have sons, and when they get old, they take care of their daughters. No matter how good the son is, it is not filial.

To put it bluntly, I am still incapable. If I have the ability, I can buy a villa, hire two nannies at home, drive the old mother here, and do my filial piety in front of my son every day. No one said anything.

Isn't it just that I can't bear it?

no money?
I feel bad, uncomfortable, and feel pain in my heart.

In the evening, I was absent-minded about cooking the dishes for dinner, and I was not in the mood at all.He didn't say a word, and his face was gloomy.Everyone saw that I was unhappy, so they avoided me as much as possible, for fear of getting into trouble.

Get off the stove, call Li Fushun to clean up the stove, then go to the front desk to pack a dumpling and a cold dish, and go back to the dormitory.

Drinking Alone——

In front of me was my mother's face.

When I was a child, in the twelfth lunar month of winter, with snowflakes in the bitter cold wind, my mother wore a pair of single trousers, a jacket tightly tied to her upper body, tied her head scarf tightly, and went out of the house with a basket on her shoulders.The north wind blew on my body, and my thin clothes were immediately torn through, and the floating snow fell on my mother's slightly curved back——
The mother walked in the snowy winter, knocking on the door of one family after another with her hands that were too cold to stretch out, asking for something to eat for the six children who were nestled at home——
Mother's words are in my ears - what mother wants is to live!

The mother who gave birth to me and raised me, you beg for food to raise us up, this kindness cannot be repaid in this life.

Tears fell silently, and the wine I drank made my throat burn and hurt.

By the small river in front of the house, she asked her mother to cross the river on her back like a baby, and her exhausted body showed doting kindness——Mom was tired, so she waded across the river by herself, look, mom also waded across the river.

The toes of the cloth shoes on my mother's feet are so dazzling in the sun.She stepped her cloth shoes with bare toes directly into the water, and slowly waded over——
As a child I burst into tears hating the river—
I want to buy the best shoes for my mother.

Father is gone.

I was close to my mother, trembling all over, my mother trembled slightly, tears fell silently, and hugged me in her arms——
Mother, that man left you alone and six children, you are miserable——

You can't sleep all night long, smoking cigarettes, and your hair is graying -- your thin body is getting thinner and your waist is more bent.

It's hard to imagine how you survived that cold winter, but I didn't feel the cold. You burned the house so hot that it was the warmest in my memory.

Mother seemed never to have been young at all.

I went to school, and my mother was so happy when I got home with the award certificate of the three good students. The illiterate mother touched the award certificate over and over again, smiling happily.

Mom, that's your most beautiful smile.

The eldest sister, the second sister, the third sister, and the fourth sister got married one after another, and every time one got married, the mother would suffer for a long time.

Poverty has always been with this poor family, but my mother has never been knocked down by poverty.

The strong, kind, and stubborn mother brought up our six siblings one by one, and trained the only college student in the village.

I remember that when the fifth sister got married, my mother didn't cry, but smiled with relief.

I still remember the day when I came out to work, my mother told me to walk steadily and be a real person when I went out.

My illiterate mother gave me the greatest truth in life.

I drank the wine one mouthful at a time, thinking of my mother, tears streaming down my face.

Heart uncomfortable.

It seems that I have drunk myself, and my eyes are gradually blurring.

Someone came in, it was Miss Ma.

"How much wine did you drink? The whole room smells of wine."

It was the first thing she said when she came in.

Did not speak, wiped his eyes.

"This is—what's the matter, why are you still crying, and your eyes are red."

I smiled at her, knowing that that smile was uglier than crying, then shook my head and fell on the bed.

I know I'm drunk, but my head is clear, I don't want to open my eyes, I want to sleep.

At this moment, I felt like a wronged child, curled up, and my mother's face was in my mind.

"What's the matter? Tell my sister." Sister Ma asked while sitting by the bed.

I closed my eyes and shook my head.

"Are you homesick?" she asked.

I said nothing.

She brought a towel to wipe my face, very lightly.

"My eyes are a bit swollen. I smell of alcohol. How much have you been drinking? If you feel bad, don't drink. It will hurt your body. Don't you know what's wrong with you?" She said.

"What's wrong with you? Are you wronged? Don't hold back what's going on, just say it out." She said softly, "Don't tell anyone, just tell my sister."

I opened my eyes and said the first words she said after entering the room: "I want to drink some water."

"Wait, I'll pour it for you."

She brought the water, and I sat up with my arms propped up, took the water and drank it in one gulp.

"Do you still drink?" she asked.

I shook my head and said to her: "Sister, don't ask me anything, I feel uncomfortable and want to sleep."

She looked at me, and I could see distress in her eyes.

"If you don't want to say it, just hold it in your heart, go to sleep, I'll clean it up for you, the whole room smells like wine."

"Don't clean it up, I will clean it up tomorrow morning."

"Can you sleep well with the smell in the room?"

She started tidying up and I lay down on the bed again.Not so confused anymore, watching her tidy up, took out a cigarette and smoked it.

"Still smoking, drinking those wines and still smoking, you are going to die." She was a little angry.

I didn't speak, and continued to smoke. The nicotine walked around the lungs, killing many alveoli and taking away some sorrow.

She quickly cleaned up, sat down by the bed, and asked worriedly: "What's the matter today? Tell my sister, don't you say that my sister will die in a hurry."

Handed her the cigarette butt, she took it and pressed it out in the ashtray.

He tugged at her thigh, put his head on it, and said to her, "Sister, let me sleep for a while."

She touched my head with her hand and said, "Go to sleep—"

"I miss my mother." I said with my eyes closed.

"I guess I miss your mother too, otherwise you wouldn't be able to shed tears."

"My mother is 75."

"Ah."

"My mother has suffered a lot in her life, and she has lived a poor life."

"---"

"My mother dragged our six siblings together, fearing that we would starve to death, have dinner, and wear a pair of single pants in winter—" Tears flowed from the corners of my eyes again.

She gently wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes, "Be nice to your mother."

"My mother went to my fifth sister's house." I said.

"That's not good. It's right to go to your fifth sister's house. There should be someone to take care of you." She said.

"I am the son—"

"I know. Your mother can't come to you. You can't take care of her. With your fifth sister, she can live a hundred years, but with yours, she can live to ninety at most. She is not used to it. She has lived in the countryside all her life. How can she get used to the city? You are not being filial."

"I know, but I just can't turn this corner."

"No one can change it all at once, and I feel uncomfortable. You are filial, if you are not filial, you will not be like this. Seeing that my mother has an older sister to take care of her, I feel unhappy." She said.

Hearing her say that made me feel better.

"I feel quite helpless." I said.

"How can you be capable? I have seen those who are capable, but they are filial if I don't look at them. Do you know why you say filial piety? Filial piety is filial piety. Obedience is filial piety. When you are old, you have to obey her. What does she want?" That's all right, she can go to any children's house she wants to go to. If she doesn't go to you, it doesn't mean that you are not filial. It's that she doesn't want to come. You have to obey and don't make her angry. Fifth Sister, take some more money and ask your Fifth Sister to buy delicious food and drink for the old lady."

"It's not so uncomfortable."

"What's the matter, don't hold back, just say it." She touched my head, and then said: "Your mother has been troubled all her life, so it's okay. With you children, you can still call an old lady out of bed." On the ground? Now that the old lady is enjoying life, go back and have a look during the Chinese New Year, so you don’t have to worry about it. You miss her and she misses you too. The older you get, the more you miss your children, otherwise why don’t you go home and visit often.”

"---"

"It's better to be nice to the elderly while you're alive. You feel that your mother is not by your side, and you are not filial if you don't support me. My sister told you that no matter whether your mother is by your side or not, let her be happy." Filial piety is only when you live a few years more smoothly." Speaking of this, she sighed, and continued: "How far away is a family, how old is a mother, and a mother is a family, you know?"

"Ah."

"You, you look like a man, don't pretend, my sister doesn't know, people in Beipiao are like this, no matter how tough a man is, there are times when he can't bear it, and there are uncomfortable hurdles—— "

"Stop talking about my sister."

"Stop talking, as long as you can understand."

"Understood, I'm fine."

She laughed and said: "People who understand are always doing stupid things. I haven't heard what others say. People who understand will die on the kang."

I laughed, put my arms up, and said to her face to face: "It's not good for people to understand too much, and sometimes they pretend to be stupid."

"You——" she patted me and said, "Okay, I'll be in a daze if I stay in your room for a while, so let's go."

I was reluctant to give her a tug, but unexpectedly she didn't stand up at all, and ended up falling directly into my arms.

How ambiguous and ambiguous it is.

I blushed, and when I was about to say something, she hugged me naturally and said, "Sister is also a woman."

Yes, she is a woman, and a gentle, virtuous, understanding, beautiful woman.

(End of this chapter)