At that time I thought that not a sound, or else I should ask this're welcome: you was crushed after, you beneath my fate will be like?
Princeton, married less than two months since I had a head on hand, then in a short period of time, has happened twice, because the relationship between me and her mother.
Mother because she did not understand why no culture, I'm just her daughter, I have not intervened in their home distinctly past (my own past in her family), so I should not share the family history of any emotional debt. I only have to wait on her to eat ready meals, ready to listen to her words of obligation, and not to be confused disoriented she yelled. But the theory is to the actual mother, she will remind each child: This is your That is your, what is yours? Even you are mine!
The reason is justice. Even his son is her, then belonging to his son is her all to the. And so on, I was her.
Princeton's older brother because of me, and his mother argued over many times; Princeton's third brother has asked me: Yisow you listen to me, do not tell mom the hundred friends for a long time (talking), said many of her will call you. You all went to Westinghouse to stay, to stopping by to see the village, around noon, back to cooking on the line, you always do not listen!
I can not listen to third brother, because her mother she was not called me, she said to me heart. When she said the truth is very real very friendly, but anger is too fast, and said something to her suddenly touched a nerve, immediately scolded, when I run too late.
Indeed, although I scolded this difficult to accept, but I experienced the bitterness of her mother is still very sympathetic. Gang Lin and his sister went to the village to play, her mother a house window, sitting East, sewing large kang, stitched it will make a daze, it would be a long time motionless, and I know she places itself in the past gone.
Such a moment, in turn would hear her sing a few mountain got the right stuff.
"Yeah ... ... riding on horseback had a sheep, ah ... ... eat eat rice into a three rough chaff."
"Looking back a few years back ... ... like a lifetime ... ... did not live into personal appearance."
Mother not only curse, if you feel too sad, she will not eat lying on the kang. This Spring they are brothers and four to a mess, and then great things can be put aside, to give up her knees and begged her mother for dinner. I have seen four of them kneel down, uniform of the obedient, very penitent look, even the youngest brother just the same way forest. In this way they have been kneeling, kneeling silently reflect, reflect on the mother's life difficult burden, reflecting the mother from the age of forty, had been guarding the fresh flesh and blood into the dry bones buried with her father again --- really very cruel.
Big Brother turned our backs to, quietly suggesting that I go outside. I understand that he was afraid that her mother made to let me kneel.
I slipped out and stood at the window peeping.
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