From that time my parents decided to invite Widow Zhou to visit me, the place my dad often went to was Widow Zhou's home. In order to avoid any gossip, my dad always chose to go after nine o'clock in the evening.

There are no recreational activities in the countryside, and it gets dark early in winter. Widow Zhou’s home is at the west end of the village, and my home is at the east end of the village. The way there involves walking through several fields and paths. Such roads are narrow and potholed, and because they are too

Be careful, my dad didn’t even dare to use the flashlight. He dropped it countless times while going back and forth like this, but it still didn’t help to invite Widow Zhou back.

Is it because he is not sincere? No! Every time my father went there, he always brought gifts, including milk powder, hard candy, which were rare at the time, plus old bacon that the family was reluctant to eat. He even promised to give the family half of the food.

But every time Widow Zhou's answer was almost the same: "Old Chen, if the folks in my hometown can help you, how can I dare to accept so many things from you? What kind of world is it now? You know better than me, I'm going to be out."

It's not just my poor baby who has no father, I'm also causing trouble for my husband's family, so please don't embarrass me."

Widow Zhou's answer was just as painful as her hiccups, but what could my father do? He could only go one at a time.

Later, my dad went there more frequently, which finally aroused the suspicion of the Zhou family. He called Widow Zhou over and asked, and found out what happened. First, Mr. Zhou spoke: "Old Chen, you are not kind. You are not kind."

Are you harming our family? Let’s not talk about whether my daughter-in-law can take good care of your baby. Let’s just say that she can take good care of your baby. But do we dare? Your baby is life, but our family is not the life? Let’s go.

Come on, let’s go”

My dad didn't give up and kept going. That Tuesday he picked up a hoe and wanted to hit someone without any reason. Things seemed to have reached a deadlock.

My body is still weak, especially when I cry, the intermittent cries, like someone is pinching me, are more like a lament for my family, which makes my family even more gloomy.

It's still winter, and the stove is burning brightly in the house. My family still doesn't feel a trace of warmth in their hearts. My two little sisters, including them, are very worried. Whenever I cry, they will look away in fear.

Looking at their parents, they were afraid of hearing their father's heavy sighs and seeing their mother's sad eyes.

There was another burst of sobs, and the little me started to cry again, and this time it seemed to be particularly serious. My mother hugged me and patted and hugged me as usual, but the situation did not improve at all.

"Is it possible that the baby is hungry? Can you feed the baby some milk? I went to get it today and there is still some left to eat. I'll heat it up." If a child cries a lot, it usually means he is hungry. This is

Common sense among rural people. When my dad heard my cries that sounded like someone was strangling my neck, he felt really uncomfortable. He got up and got some milk and put it on the stove to heat up for me.

The atmosphere at home became even heavier, no one spoke, except for my uncomfortable sobbing, which was my mother’s soft ‘yin’ to coax me.

Finally, the milk was gushing hot, which finally broke the dull atmosphere in my house. My dad took the milk in a bowl, blew it to cool it, put it into a milk bottle, and handed it to my mother. Then the whole family used a

I looked at the bottle in my mother's hand with expectant eyes, hoping that I would feel better after drinking this little milk, because my crying was so heart-wrenching.

A minute later, my mother's panicked and shrill voice broke the temporary calm in the house: "Old Chen, Old Chen, what do you think is happening to our little boy?"

My mother's lips were trembling, but my father ran over in a few strides. When he saw it, his whole face suddenly turned livid.

The milk I just fed could not enter my stomach at all. As soon as it reached my mouth, I choked it out due to my cough. This was not an ordinary child's choking on milk. He couldn't drink it at all.

My whole face was livid from holding back, and the sound of "chuck, cheep" turned out to be like that of an old man. This was the most serious condition since I was born. Looking at the bulging veins on my little neck, my dad was also the first to

I panicked for the first time.

My mother kept patting me, trying to make me feel better. My two sisters even cried because of this situation. It was so scary that my parents were upset and didn’t dare to cry at all. My father began to cry heavily.

He was panting and his eyes were red. Anyone who knows my dad well knows that this is because my dad is angry.

Just like that, after a few seconds of silence, my dad suddenly rushed out of the house, rushed into the kitchen and took a kitchen knife, then rushed back and waved it around the house like crazy.

"X your mother, I, Chen Junhong, have never done anything like cheating or kidnapping my son. What are you going to do with my son? Come at me, come at me, don't do anything to my baby! X, your mother,

You can do it, you can do it, little kid! Come out, you stupid son of a bitch, come out to me, I will fight with you!"

My dad looked like he was possessed by some kind of demon, but I couldn’t blame him. Just because nothing was found when I went to the township health center that time. My dad didn’t give up and took me to several hospitals, not only in the town.

My father even went to hospitals in the city once, and the doctors said I was not sick but just malnourished.

Since I don’t have any illness, especially respiratory illness, how do I explain my behavior? And not only my parents, but also my two sisters said that my behavior was no different from being strangled by someone’s neck!

Originally, because of Mrs. Liu Wen's statement, my father had some faith in the idea that something was targeting me. Coupled with this situation, my father had already concluded that something was targeting his son. This was what happened to him that night.

It's a crazy reason.

My dad's commotion finally scared my two sisters to tears, and the situation in the house became even worse. At this time, my mom showed a woman's unique flexibility and strength, and she was the calmest one.

While patting me, she grabbed my dad's hand that was still waving the kitchen knife: "Lao Chen, there is not only one son in the family. If you are like this, who will our mothers (mothers and children) rely on? Look at the big picture

Sister, the second sister is afraid of what she will become, please wake up."

My mother's words finally made my father wake up, but strangely, my condition actually improved a bit after his fierce quarrel.

I no longer had difficulty breathing, the uncomfortable crying gradually stopped, and my face returned from ashen to its usual pale look. My dad saw that I was feeling better and finally calmed down completely.

My mother put me on the bed, comforted my sisters, and then coaxed them to go to their rooms to sleep.

Back in the house, my mother looked at my father and said very calmly: "Old Chen, I'm going to find Widow Zhou, and I'll go tonight."

"It is said that ghosts are afraid of evildoers, Xiuyun, I have completely cleared up my son's condition. I have the same idea. We will go tonight. If we delay, I am afraid that our son will not be saved." My father was very worried.

I agree with what my mother said.

Now that they have decided, my parents no longer hesitate. This time they have made up their minds. They immediately set off with me in their arms. It must be that my situation just now stimulated them. My father actually turned on a flashlight for the first time.

His son's life was important, how could he care about it at this moment? He just wanted to get to Widow Zhou's house as soon as possible.

Braving the cold wind and saying nothing all the way, my parents arrived in a hurry in about 10 minutes, which usually takes more than 20 minutes. When I grew up, I often thought, if they hadn't held me in their arms at that time, they would have said

Maybe faster.

Human potential is unlimited, and the metaphysical "mountain" meridian focuses on self-cultivation. To put it simply, it just stimulates potential.

When we arrived at Zhou's house, it was only eight or nine o'clock, but there were no entertainment activities in the countryside. At this time in winter, every door was closed.

The door of Zhou's house was also closed, and my father didn't say anything. He rushed forward and knocked on the door loudly. In this quiet night, the rapid knocking on the door was particularly harsh.

Maybe he knocked too fast and too loudly, and soon a human voice came from the Zhou family’s yard. It was Tuesday’s voice: “Who is it?”

My father didn't say anything, and he didn't let my mother speak. He just knocked on the door more urgently because he was afraid that he would not open the door if he heard it was my house on Tuesday. My father's persistence during this period really annoyed and annoyed the Zhou family.

"What kind of bastard are you! Tell me something." Tuesday's voice became louder, obviously angry at such behavior.

My dad still knocked on the door persistently, and yelled on Tuesday: "If you don't speak up, I won't open the door."

My mother was a little anxious next to her and whispered: "Lao Chen, just say something."

"To be honest, Tuesday's character is famous for being one-sided. If he really knows it's us, he'll really stop talking. I'll knock him like this until he gets annoyed. He still can't make up his mind. I'm sure

There is a meeting, and you know that he is very courageous (if he is not very courageous, how dare he visit the west wing at night?)." My father also has a bit of a scoundrel and a bachelor in his character, but he doesn't show it on weekdays.

Just as my dad expected, after ten minutes of persistent knocking, Tuesday opened the door angrily, holding a hatchet in his hand, daring to think he was causing trouble for our family.

Seeing Zhou Zhou looking at the door, my dad rushed in with his head down. This action shocked Zhou Zhou. Who is this? He looks like a fool!

"Stop, stop, what are you doing? Why are you breaking into another house?" Seeing my dad push Tuesday out of the way, he entered the yard, and Tuesday shouted hurriedly.

My dad also reacted very quickly. He pulled my mom in and closed the door behind him. Then he said: "Tuesday, it's me, Lao Chen."

"I'm talking about you, Old Chen, what are you doing?" Tuesday breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that he is not here to cause trouble. These days, who is not afraid that a group of people will suddenly come in and destroy the house?

But regarding my dad's behavior, Tuesday was obviously still angry and funny. Therefore, the tone was not so good.

"Tuesday, fellow villagers, how about we go in and talk? You know that I, Old Chen, can't force your family to do anything. You just let me finish my words tonight. You personally (yourself) say, I, Old Chen

Are you a kind person in the village? Have you ever neglected you on Tuesday and your Zhou family before?" What my dad said was a combination of soft and hard tactics. It was difficult for him, a rural man, to improve the art of speaking to this level.

It was forced.

The folks in the village, my father who is very popular and kind in the village, used to often go around with the Zhou family. These things obviously made Zhou Zhou soft-hearted. People's feelings at that time were simple after all, and with that sentence, you can't force your family to do anything. Tuesday's expression

Finally he relaxed and said in a muffled voice: "Then come in and talk, I won't be able to do anything to you on Tuesday."

My dad breathed a sigh of relief. The most difficult person in the Zhou family to deal with was Tuesday. After passing him tonight, it seemed like there was still hope.

After entering the house, the Zhou family were all warming up in the main room. There were several sweet potatoes piled next to the prosperous stove. This family was quite able to stay in bed during the winter. The stove was hot and the roasted sweet potatoes were piping hot.

Mr. Zhou seemed to be alive. He raised his head and glanced at my father. His expression was dull and he snorted softly. But then he saw my mother holding the child. His expression softened slightly, but he still couldn't help but sigh.

One sound.

Widow Zhou wanted to say something, but she only belched twice and shut up.

Biting the cigarette holder and taking a puff of dry tobacco, Mr. Zhou said: "Yue Shuang, take Zhou Qiang and Zhou Hongjun to bed."

Yueshuang is Tuesday's daughter-in-law. When she heard the old man's instructions, she quickly shouted and pulled Zhou Qiang. Zhou Jun was about to go out. Zhou Qiang is Zhou Da's posthumous son, and Zhou Jun is Tuesday's son. Both children are in elementary school.

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"No, grandpa, I want to eat roasted red potatoes before going to bed." Zhou Qiang refused.

"I also want to eat before sleeping." Seeing his brother say that, Zhou Jun also started to cheer.

Tuesday's eyes widened and he yelled: "The roasted red potatoes are no longer allowed to grow legs and fly. Go to bed, or I will eat 'fried pork with bamboo shoots' (and get beaten)!"

It seemed that Tuesday was still full of authority. After a roar, the two dolls became silent and were led out by Tuesday's wife.

"Jun Hong, I know what you are here to do this time. I have made it clear. As a fellow villager, you can't force our family." Mr. Zhou blew his cigarette pot and said calmly, with that tone

No sign of relief at all.

This is not because they are ruthless. Let’s not talk about whether this matter is certain or not. Let’s talk about this situation. If someone leaks something one day, it will be a typical example! Besides, Widow Zhou was already at the forefront of the storm.

My dad stared at Mr. Zhou pleadingly, clenching his teeth tightly, as if he was making a decision. After finally being silent for a few seconds, my dad's tears burst out, and then he

I knelt down to Master Zhou, followed closely by my father, and my mother hugged me and knelt down as well.

A man doesn't shed tears easily, but he hasn't reached the point where he is sad.

My dad has never cried many times in his life. When he shed tears this time, it seemed that he was really sad. Sad that he was an only child and how he ended up like this. Sad that one day he, a man who is upright and upright, would have to kneel down in front of others.

Such a heavy family favor is really the most difficult cause and effect to be repaid in every life, so filial piety comes first among all good deeds, and it is a great evil to fail one's parents.

"Jun Hong, what are you, you baby? Hey, why are you kneeling?" Old Mrs. Zhou obviously didn't expect that my dad would be like this, and he stood up all of a sudden, his tone a little flustered.
Chapter completed!