I can't forget what my mother-in-law said to herself.

Reading a classmate's story, sad, sad; miserable shadow is almost always lingering in my mind, shaking in front of my eyes. The mother-in-law's self-talk in the story lingered in my ear from time to time: iniquity, such a young girl!

The protagonist of the story and I are classmates who are one year apart, and she should be my younger sister. I have seen it at school but have no contact. I have the impression that she is a beautiful and lively girl. I didn't know until I read this story.

Thousands of stories lead me to associate: maybe it's because she's too smart and talkative, maybe it's because she's too beautiful, lively and lovely, or because she's outspoken and arrogant.

Smart and beautiful girls often have this problem. So the fate is ill-fated and even the beauty has a bad fate. Since ancient times, people with literary talents tend to be shunned by fate and the talk of beauty. Su Shi had a poem saying:

Everyone's adopted son wants to be smart, and I have been fooled by intelligence all my life.

I wish the child would be foolish and ruthless, and if there were no disasters, there would be no trouble to the public.

Or neither. Some people commented on a classic of beautiful writers: it doesn't matter if women are writers, if women writers are born beautiful, there must be something. Maybe this is another way to explain his ill-fated fate.

One day equals 20 years, she is only in her 20s, she has just graduated from college, and the tease of fate is sent to the countryside to be supervised for three years. Before the tears were dry, the Cultural Revolution came and went to the palace as the Rightists who took off their hats, and once again sent them to the countryside to supervise their labor.

From high-rise buildings to Guangbao Plain. There is no sympathy and smile, no care and consideration, only grim eyes and frosty faces every day, and only reprimand every day. In addition, there are only labor, standing in line, bowing, pleading guilty, warning, commanding, waving, respectfully praying, and no random roar.

Only a mother-in-law, who was always close to her, looked at her deeply and kindly and said to herself, "iniquity, iniquity, such a young girl." Tears welled up in her eyes after hearing the sound.

Her mother-in-law's kind eyes and smiling face encouraged her to live. It is not easy for a young woman to go through so many ditches under such heavy pressure. she will never forget the kind eyes and smiling face of that kind mother-in-law.

I don't know if she cried after stepping into the mud thatched hut with no doors and windows and putting the quilt net on the dirt bumps, and thought about what might happen in the future. It was not written in her story. I imagine she didn't cry, didn't have time to think, didn't have time to cry. Even less afraid; but her heart grew colder and colder, her face paler and her legs softer. Ah, this is where I belong!

Not to mention the grass curtain can not cover the wild animals, even the wind and rain can not be blocked, can not be stopped. Perhaps she did not think, dare not think, preoccupied with how to put into the transformation in the future, or she did not think of anything, no sorrow is greater than death.

Sure enough, the wind came uninvited, and the rain came unexpectedly. There are also people who open the grass curtain and come to the door late at night. One day, the commune crept into the house and told her to be quiet. He wanted to wash his feet at her house.

Fortunately, the kind mother-in-law helped her. She knocked on her mother-in-law's door under the pretext of taking firewood and hot water.

Unfortunately, she fell into the water again. After struggling to get ashore, she was already dying. I thought I must go with the child in my belly today. if she was a believer, she would remember that she would be a believer. She had attended a Christian school, and if so, he might finally make a cross on his chest and say goodbye to God.

This time, it was her mother-in-law who saved her from death.

The third time was suddenly in labor, when the mother-in-law was looking for someone to carry, and the mother-in-law followed her to the hospital. During the period of the great revolution, the hospital was closed and silent. My mother-in-law picked up a spittoon and knocked and screamed all over the hospital, so the doctor got up and saved her and the little life. There is no story about how many tears she has shed, it must be a lot.

She is a person of gratitude and will always remember her mother-in-law's great kindness. Unfortunately, three months after the implementation of the policy, I went back to the village to visit my mother-in-law, but my mother-in-law had already left. She put what she had brought on her mother-in-law's grave and knelt down and said goodbye to tears. I will never forget the kindness of my mother-in-law forever.

It was never mentioned in the story, and later I couldn't help thinking, is the child's father in distress? It's not to draw a line! Since ancient times: husband and wife a hundred days of grace ah!

I think of the days when I walked the May 7th Road, when I sat on a bench with a representative of the poor association in the warm sun, and his daughter, a country girl, also chatted together. The girls from the country envy the life of the city people, eat well, dress beautifully and go to college. Also envy the city is full of high-rise buildings and asphalt roads, envy not to go to the fields, there is meat to eat and movies to watch every day.

Her father has been to the city for meetings, seen it, and heard that life in the city is also rough. I didn't know the story of the female classmate at that time, otherwise I would have told it to her.

Aren't they also college students, not only in the city, but also in the world-famous big city; aren't they also beautifully dressed, living in high-rise buildings, walking the asphalt road, eating meat and watching movies every day?

She went to the country and even lived in a house with no doors and windows. I might even tell the country girl that the mother-in-law said to herself: iniquity, iniquity.

I also spent time in the countryside when I was a child. Later, I joined the "Rural Social Education Task Force." I lived in a house where cattle had been raised, and when I cut in line, I lived in a house with a window the size of a brick, dark all day, and soy sauce leaking from the roof. But I've never lived. No doors, no windows.

Will that country girl believe this story? Probably not. His father will believe it, the representative of the poor association who sat on a bench with me, basking in the sun and chatting.

Over the past few decades, the younger sister must have white hair, which is older than the old granny, but the mother-in-law is still her mother-in-law, and the benefactor will always be the benefactor. She will always miss that mother-in-law and bless her spirit in heaven.

Author: cloud with Rain