When I explained this to the second son, he said no, mother is my mother and also his mother, so what's wrong with him taking care of her for a few days?
I was choked by him and was almost speechless, and in the end I was scolded by him.
He said, "Big brother, I hope you are truly filial and don't be like the third and fourth brothers. Dad is affectionate and treats mom the best. If we don't take good care of mom, how disappointed will Dad be?"
I went home and told my wife about it.
As expected, I received a few eye rolls.
"I say you deserve it. Who would rush to ask for a lesson? Don't we know the temper of the second brother? I'm afraid that even if my mother beats him to death, he won't say a word against her."
"And the second brother's wife always listens to the second brother. Can't she be a little more assertive? It's not like one person feeds the whole family. There are two children of that age at home."
It is said that a mother should be strong. My wife has always felt that having a weak character is not wrong. She even wants to appreciate girls with gentle and soft personalities. It is probably because she herself cannot be gentle.
Finally, my wife concluded: "Just let mom stay there, don't go to pick her up. When the second child can't stand it anymore, he will come to you naturally."
After she finished speaking, she turned sideways and slept with her back to me. How could this be possible? I quickly hugged her from behind and stuck close to her. If I didn't sleep with my wife at night, I would feel tired in the morning.
To be honest, my life is quite leisurely when my mother is not at home.
I don't have to be caught between my wife and my mother and endure the tension, nor do I have to go back to the room to comfort my wife after she is wronged by my mother, and I don't have to listen to several children saying how their grandmother was a bad mother.
I don’t even want to think that my comfortable life outweighs the suffering of my second child.
It was only when I found out that you had also broken my second brother's leg that I realized the seriousness of the matter.
I began to doubt in my heart, could it be that the second child was not my mother’s biological child?
That’s not right. The second child looks very much like his father.
Could it be that... the second male lead was the child that the father had with the woman outside and brought back home?
This kind of speculation scares me. I was still young when the second child was born, and now I have no memory of it at all. I can't remember at all whether you were pregnant at that time.
The third child must be my mother’s, I know that.
When the third child was born, she was already that big and had started to remember things. I remember my mother's belly was very big.
Next is the fourth child. It is very likely that the fourth child is not his parents’ biological son, so his mother is determined to send him away.
It is also possible that the fourth child was born to Dad and the woman outside, so Mom's plan to send him away angered Dad, and he slowly changed after that.
I didn't dare reveal my guess to my wife, because she can't keep things to herself, and I was afraid that he would say it in front of my mother.
From then on, I had one more thing on my mind.
Many years later, when I think about these things at home, I think the word "sewer" is the most appropriate to describe me back then. I had to accommodate everything no matter what it was.
After taking care of the second son, the third son might be the next. The third son can't sit still. Unlike the second son, he is somewhat foolishly filial to his mother. In the words of later generations, he is a sophisticated egoist.
He will take good care of himself and those he recognizes, but those he does not recognize may not even get a concerned look from him.
The third brother was very worried about the two brothers breaking the second brother's legs.
He came to me and said, "Brother, you can't just ignore me. My wife and children can't stand your torment. If mother wants to come and live with me, I can only hold out for three days at most. You must bring her back within three days. Otherwise, I might not end up like my second brother, whose legs were broken by mother, but my wife and children would be separated. You know my wife's temper. She can never endure hardship..."
"Okay, okay, okay, okay, stop talking." I quickly interrupted him, "I know what's going on. I won't let Mom live in your house. I'll stop her."
But what I didn’t expect was that my mother actually injured the captain.
Does she really think that she can be like when my father was still alive, protecting her, cleaning up her messes, and making her fearless?
I was really mad at her. I was busy running around to get this and that for the team leader, apologizing, sending gifts, and paying medical bills.
The team leader told me that he was fine, but my mother couldn't let it go on like this. It would be okay if his own son was hurt, and he wouldn't care about it if he was hurt. But if other people in the village were hurt, it would damage the harmony of the entire village.
He didn't want to make a fuss, but Liu Ping wanted to make a fuss about it.
Many people in the village knew about what happened between him and Liu Ping. Liu Ping was determined to punish my mother. In the end, I pleaded for mercy everywhere, and with the help of the team leader, he finally locked my mother up in the house to reflect on her mistakes.
This result is already very good. If my mother had beaten someone else in the village instead of the team leader, and if that person didn't want to let us go, my mother would probably not be locked up at home by now, but would most likely be locked up directly in the classroom.
I felt somewhat fortunate and took good care of my mother every day.
Let her eat well, drink well and sleep well even if she can't leave the house.
Maybe the days of being locked up were too depressing. I felt like my mother had Alzheimer's disease. Sometimes she would forget what she had said after an hour or so, and then she would have to say it again.
At that time, I didn’t know what Alzheimer’s disease was, but many elderly people suffer from this disease.
I was not in a very good mood. My wife kept comforting me, saying that everyone will grow old, and as long as we take good care of our mother and provide her with good care until the end of her life, we will have a clear conscience.
Her health was getting worse day by day. Ever since she ran away from home that time, she began to often be in a daze, and sometimes she would stare at a certain place and laugh alone.
The three children in the family are sometimes scared by her.
This was told to me by Guohui. Guohui told me, "Grandma suddenly smiled at Xiaoli's back that day and stretched out her hand behind her. Xiaoli turned around and saw nothing. Grandma kept doing that. Xiaoli was so scared that she had nightmares at night and felt there was a ghost behind her in broad daylight."
I had no choice but to call the children over and tell them that there are no such things as ghosts in this world. Grandma is just old and her eyes may be blurry sometimes, so she might have seen things wrong.
They didn't buy my story, but later on I don't know what my fourth brother's wife explained to them, and they never mentioned these things at home again.
We thought we could live peacefully for a long time. We took good care of our mother and she would live a long time.
Who knew my mother would leave so suddenly.
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