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After my father died, you married my mother. Because of you, I understood the word family!

He is in his fifties and married my mother. Because of him, I really understand the word

"family"! Please be sure to prepare toilet paper before reading it ..

Three years after my father died, you came to my house. Compared with your father, you are so ordinary ...

However, a 5-year-old mother needs a wife, and a 5-year-old man demands a lot from the other half-as long as he is nice.

You have this basic condition. You are a well-known good man. Specifically, you are an honest man. The day you first met my mother, you were embarrassed. Because you know that you have no advantages in all aspects-the house is small, the salary is low, you are just an ordinary retired worker, and your newly married son and family need your help.

to tell the truth, my mother decided to see you just to give the introducer a face. And what makes your mother feel good about you in the end is your good cooking. After the meeting, you said, "Lao Li, I know you have good conditions and you don't lack anything, so there is nothing for you." Anyway, we know each other, so you can have a potluck at my house at noon. "Your sincerity made my mother couldn't bear to refuse, and she stayed. You cooked four dishes and one soup without letting her reach out, especially the diced pork with pumpkin, which made mother unable to bear to put down chopsticks. When you left, you said to my mother, "Come if you want to eat in the future. Although my family is not well-off, it is effortless to serve a pumpkin. Later, my mother saw several old men one after another. However, although all of them looked better than you, my mother finally chose you. The reason is actually selfish-she obeyed and took care of her father for most of her life, and she wanted to be the object of care once. In this way, you lived with my mother.

that day, you, your mother, me and your son's family of three had a meal together. I specially arranged this meal in a magnificent five-star hotel. On the surface, it was to show my attention to you, but in fact there was a condescending sense of superiority at work. When you walked out of the hotel, you whispered to me, "We will be father and son in the future. If you want to invite me to dinner, go to the small shop on the street, where I am full and don't feel bad." "It is your too honest expression that burns my hypocrisy, which makes me feel that playing with an honest person, like an adult coaxing a child's candy ball, is close to * * *.

You take good care of my mother. Every time she sees me, she shouts to lose weight. That tone is happy. Your cooking is really delicious. Once, when I was having dinner with you, I couldn't help saying to my wife, "Next time Uncle Tu cooks, you should learn from the sidelines. There is no modesty and eagerness to learn in his wife's expression, but he is somewhat angry. You came out quickly to clear the gap. You said, "I can't do anything well in my life, so I have gained some ability to eat. You are all great people, so don't learn from me. If you are greedy, come back, come back at any time. This cook is most afraid that no one will eat what he has cooked. When we left that day, you packed a lot of things you made for us to take with you, and you took me aside and said, "Don't praise my cooking for being delicious. Seriously, I blush when anyone says this advantage of mine. It's not an advantage for a big man to cook well and make a fool of himself in other aspects.

on the way home, I told my wife what you said. She said, "He was born to serve people's lives, and he was born to be low in the dirt. My mother is blessed to be the empress dowager when she is old. While driving, I feel my wife's contempt for you from the corner of my eyes, and I don't want to defend you in my heart. After all, you are still an outsider. On the day I moved to a new house, you and your mother came to burn the bottom of the pot for us. You are busy in an orderly way in strict accordance with the folk custom of burning the bottom of the pot. However, when eating, you didn't appear at the main seat, and you couldn't be found anywhere. Calling your mobile phone is also turned off. It's like counting the time, waiting for the guests to disperse and you come back, carefully cleaning up those messy cups and plates, putting the leftovers in the lunch box you prepared in advance and keeping them for home.

Mother doesn't want you to do this, and she feels wronged. You whisper to her, "I'll make you new ones tonight, and I'll eat these. "Mother said," Why do you eat leftovers every day? Do you know that it pains me to see you like this? ""Don't feel bad, let me watch such a waste, my heart is uncomfortable. Shuzan (my name)' s money is hard earned. We can't help the child, so try to save him some. Your words made my mother feel distressed for a long time, and then she decided to tell me. Listening to my mother put in a good word for you on the phone, my inner feelings are very complicated, and I am ashamed of my complexity. Gradually, my affection for you is getting stronger and stronger. Sometimes, even with some dependence, you always do a lot of things for us silently-change the broken faucet at home, take the children to kindergarten every day, and take care of her mother sleepless when she is in hospital until she leaves the hospital.

I just didn't think that one day, you would fall ill, and you were so ill. You collapsed on the way to send my son to kindergarten-cerebral thrombosis, hemiplegia and bed rest.

Your son and I were very active in your treatment at first. We hope that you will get better as soon as possible, and you can still serve us as before and work hard. However, you never stood up again. You, who used to smile, became extremely fragile and always shed tears. My mother takes care of you and you cry; Your son peeled the fruit for you, and you cried; We push the wheelchair to take you for an outing, and you cry; Many times in the hospital, watching the money be spent like running water, you cry.

finally, one day, you cut off your wrist with a razor blade. After five hours of rescue, you struggled back from death, tired and desperate. Unexpectedly, it was your son who left you first. He seldom came to see you at first, until later he refused to even show his face. Every time he calls, he says he is on a business trip and will come to see you when he comes back. What I didn't expect was that my mother asked me to break up with you at this time. You didn't register, either. It was just a split. My mother said to me, "I am too old to take care of him." Mom can't help you, but she can't pick up a disabled dad and be a drag on you.

this is the cold reality. I didn't want my mother to be the villain, so I was cruel and decided to let me say goodbye. I said to you lying in the hospital, "Uncle Tu, my mother is ill. "Your tears welled up again, and I tried to be unmoved. "You know, my mother is also an old woman. You saw what she did to you these days. "You continue to nod with tears. "TuShu, we all have to go to work, and my mother is in poor health. See if you can do this. After you leave the hospital, you can go back to your own home and I'll hire a nanny for you. Of course, I will pay for the money, and I will often visit you. At this point, you stopped crying. You nodded frequently and said vaguely, "This is the best, this is the best. No need to hire a nanny, no need to ... "

When I walked out of the ward, I still shed tears in the courtyard of the hospital. I can't tell whether it was the relief after liberation or the pain of feeling guilty. I went to the housekeeping company and hired a nanny for you, paying the fee in advance for one year. Then, I went to your home and asked the workers to redecorate your home. I'm trying to show my utmost forbearance. Not for you, just to calm the inner anxiety. On the day you came home from the hospital, I didn't go, but asked the driver of the unit to pick you up. When the driver came back, he said to me, "Uncle Tu asked me to say thank you. Even my own son can't do this.

these words comforted me somewhat, and I felt a little relaxed, but it didn't last long.

During the Spring Festival when you were away, we were a little lonely. No one is willing to plunge into the kitchen and cook food for us in a different way. We sat in a five-star hotel and ate the New Year's Eve dinner, but we couldn't eat the rich flavor of the New Year any more. On his way home, the son said, "I want to eat the squirrel carp cooked by grandpa." The wife motioned her son to stop talking with her eyes, but the son made it worse: "Why don't you let grandpa go home for the New Year? You are all * * *. The wife gave her son a slap in the face. However, the slap in the face is like hitting me in the face, and my face hurts. A word from my son, let's talk about all the peace of mind of * * * falling apart. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw my mother's eyes were red.

you can imagine what an unpleasant New Year's Eve it was. I miss the year when you were still in our home last year-the happiness and warmth of a home is always based on someone who is unknown and willing to play a supporting role.

I wonder who you spent this night with, Uncle Tu. Will you also think of us? Will it be sad for our heartless heart? After the Chinese New Year bell rang, I drove to your place. You staggered to open the door for me, and when you saw me, you were smiling, but there were tears in your eyes. My tears never stopped when I walked into your home. I picked up the phone, called your son, scolded him, and began to pack jiaozi for you. The nanny went home for the New Year, and prepared enough snacks for your bedside to eat until the fifteenth day of the first month. I once again severely scolded my mother in my heart. The steaming jiaozi finally brings a little warmth to your home. You are eating jiaozi one by one, and your tears are falling.

I staggered away from your house in the early morning of the first day of junior high school, drank wine, and had to park my car downstairs, walking alone in the deserted street, full of desolation. The phone rang, and it was my wife: "Where are you? "I lost my temper again:" I am in the home of a lonely old man. Who are we? When people can move, we use them; I can't move now, so I sent him back. My conscience is eaten by dogs, and I still talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality. Bah! "Standing in the street, I scold myself. Enough scolding, tired of scolding, I ran back without hesitation, picked you up and walked out. You struggled and asked me, "What are you doing? I say to you in an unassailable tone, "Go home. "You're back. The most direct expression of happiness is my son. He hugs and kisses you, clamoring for squirrel carp, fried dough twists and noodles.

My wife dragged me to the cabin and asked me, "Are you crazy? His son doesn't care about him. Why did you bring him back? I stopped getting angry and said to her calmly, "His son didn't do it right, that's his business, and it shouldn't be a reason for us to give up Uncle Tu. I can't ask you to regard him as your father-in-law, but if you love me, if you care about me, treat him as family. Because in my heart, he is family and relatives. It's easy to give him up, but I can't get past the hurdle in my heart. I want to live with peace of mind, that's all. In the same way, when I told my mother, she burst into tears and held my hand tightly and said, "son, mom didn't expect you to be so affectionate and righteous." "I said," Mom, don't worry. To put it bluntly, even if one day, you walk in front of Tu Shu, I will give him a pension and die. To put it bluntly, with my current income, is it still difficult to raise a uncle Tu? What's wrong with having multiple relatives? After a while, my son came in and begged me, "Dad, don't send grandpa away again. In the future, I will take care of him. I will take care of you when you are old. I held my son in my arms and felt a twinge of fright. Fortunately, I didn't understand it too late. Fortunately, I didn't leave the impression of an unfilial son in my child's mind.

"Grandpa, it's for pain. How can you send it away? I played a joke with my son in tears and gave him reassurance. You gradually quieted down, stopped crying, and sat in a wheelchair every day to do what you could. I, on the other hand, am very critical of you: "Uncle Tu, this suit is a little unattractive today, and a little out of my mother's league.". ""Uncle Tu, you haven't wiped the floor for several days. I'm not saying that you are getting lazy. "I'm joking with you no big or small, and you are happy from ear to ear. One day, you called me to your room and took out a passbook from under the quilt. You said, "Here's the money. I know that you have spent a lot of money to treat me, and this money is simply not enough. Besides, giving you money doesn't mean that you should give me a pension. It's just a little gift from Uncle Tu ... "I said," Uncle Tu, you don't have to say anything, I'll take it. "You breathed a sigh of relief.

with this passbook, I found your son and told him the password. I said to him, "Uncle Tu gave this to you. He knows you have a hard time. I don't mean anything by it. I just want you to visit him every now and then. Don't wait until the day when he doesn't have you, then you can only torture yourself in your dreams. Also, I came to see you this time to tell you, don't worry, I'll raise Uncle Tu in the future. I didn't tell you where the money went, and I knew that accepting it might make you feel better. On that day, your son came to see you with his wife and children. Although you didn't show any complaint, I still saw traces of strangeness between your words. To tell the truth, I have a little pride in my heart. What about the biological one? Between people, only care can be close. Just like you and me, now, we can make all kinds of jokes and pour out all kinds of worries.

how can these be measured by gains and losses! Mother and you are officially registered and married. After that, every weekend, no matter how big things are, our family of three will go home rain or shine-your and my mother's home. Waiting for us is always a very homely and delicious meal. It's a miracle that you can cook, even though you are in a wheelchair. However, we are used to it and think that you should be like this-life is endless and you work hard for your children. You enjoy it, and we are content to enjoy it. Gradually, as before, you began to play a supporting role in this family, trying to put yourself in a position of being ignored. I am no longer polite to you, and sometimes I even order you to do some housework, such as when you are a little lazy. I know, I must try to delay your aging in this way and delay the time when you completely lose your ability to act. Because, with you here, home is here.

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