After graduating from college, I will stay in the city where the university is located, get married and have children, and live a stable life. Not far from my parents' house. It takes more than three hours to drive. My mother often sends me videos, asking me to bring my children back to play when I have nothing to rest. In fact, I also want to go home often, eat my mother's home cooking, and make my children and grandma close, but I don't want to go back when I think about the day I go home.
My mother's family comes from a small town. My father is a driver and my mother is a typical family. There is a brother above and a sister below. My sister and I both went to school and settled in big cities. My brother didn't like reading when he was a child. He went out to be a soldier and has been doing odd jobs since he came back from the army, and his life is getting by.
Every time I go back to my mother's house, I always bring something to eat (it's not easy for my parents to pay for my school, so I got married after graduating from college and didn't give money to my family, so I buy things to give money to my mother's house every year after graduation). Every time I go home, my mother will deliberately leave things at the door. Next door, passers-by will say, Oh, the mushrooms are cold. You are lucky to buy so many things. At this time, my mother would simply smile and say, well, I'm back. I'll just say hello and let you in.
After a while, my mother will definitely say that there is no soy sauce at home. You accompany me to the street to sell a bottle and then drag me there. Along the way, when I see acquaintances, my mother will tell me: the mushroom is cold, this is your separated aunt, that is your separated cousin, and that is your uncle. Call someone. Then those people will say to my mother: Oh, the mushrooms are so cold and beautiful. Where can I work now? Then my mother began to explain confidently, and I just stood by and waited for them with a smirk. They said at least ten minutes, and I stood for ten minutes.
When it's time to eat, it's not as simple as a few people eating. It's always seven aunts and eight aunts, that is, chatting. The parents' home is short, and the guests in the country can't eat for an hour. Out of courtesy, my mother invited these relatives because I came back. Before the guests finished eating, I giggled and talked to the end.
I always listen to my dad brag when I eat. I want to find a gap to get in, no matter how many excellent girls my family is.
I sometimes think that when I was a child, everyone else's family was children, and our family was three children. My parents are inevitably embarrassed to make a living. People in rural areas always hold high and tread low. At that time, parents were bullied a lot. Now that all three children are mature, mother wants to vent her anger and shine everywhere. Relatives who didn't leave before are now moving with their parents.
Actually, when I go back to my parents' home after work, I want to have a quiet meal and talk to my parents. Now I feel that going home has become a tool for my appearance. There is no affection to say, only complaints. Your sister-in-law doesn't have children, and your father lost a lot at cards the day before yesterday. Your son, Aunt Wang, who lives next door, made a lot of money in clothing outside this year. Your junior high school classmate married the son of Lao Wang, a businessman. When he got married, he invited four buses to invite his relatives and friends to the hotel for drinks. ......