Childhood Memory of a Rural Girl Born in 1990s (1)

When I grow up, my sweet memories are all in my childhood.

But in fact, childhood is a time that I am ashamed to share, because it was a time when only my grandparents raised my brother and me, when my parents worked in a factory and didn't grow up with us, when my brother and I could only fight in my parents' rental house in the summer vacation, and when my father graduated from sixth grade and got cancer.

Every summer vacation in primary school, my grandmother with carsick took my brother and me on the bus to Taicang on the first day of the holiday. At that time, only the bus from my hometown went to Shanghai. My parents will call the driver in advance and then make an appointment to park at a gas station that I will never remember. Now I have long understood the poverty and embarrassment at home during that time. But at that time, I didn't know anything, and I would sing happily because I still had an hour to go to Taicang. I will be excited because my grandmother bought us a box of Wahaha eight-treasure porridge in the parking service area. I will forget all the lonely days and nights because I got off the bus and saw my parents.

During the summer vacation, my brother and I made a bet on each other from the first day, who could save the most pocket money before going home. So every time my parents throw the coins left over from shopping on the table, they disappear instantly. Sometimes we treat coins politely and fairly, and sometimes we fight over a dime. The rest of my memory is that my brother and I ate snacks and watched cartoons and costume dramas to kill time during most of my parents' working days. We hardly take the initiative to do our homework. At that time, we thought we could get more than 90 points if we understood at school, and we could make up for it in a few days after returning home. We only go out to play hide-and-seek in hot summer, and I get stung by a bee. My brother and the landlord's brother Zhu Hao also went to fight bees for me to protect me. I was also impressed by my landlady. I never understood her dialect, and something interesting happened. She went to the funeral and asked me to write his name on paper. I thought she asked me to help her open the letter, so I opened it and found a hundred dollars wrapped in it. I was so excited that I thought it was just for me and smiled gratefully. She quickly wrapped the paper again and said a long dialect that I didn't understand. Later, when my father came back from washing vegetables and wrote her name, I realized what it meant.

Weekend is a day for the whole family to go shopping and check their homework. Of course, it is better to say less about the humiliation of being scolded for doing homework. Now there are only a few places to go on weekends, but they have contracted the happiness of my whole summer vacation. One of them is an indoor amusement park called Naughty City, which has all kinds of cartoon cars for open play, a crawling area for slippers to play, basketball, slides, nets climbing walls and so on. I sweated for half a day every time, but after only playing for two summers, Naughty City was torn down. There is also a big and comprehensive department store, where all my clothes, shoes and schoolbags are solved in one stop, but now there are not many stalls inside, and the outside of the building has not been renovated, which looks very shabby. Fortunately, the word department store still exists, otherwise I really can't find this memory place. The Times Supermarket next to the department store was my brother's favorite place, and it was the largest supermarket in Taicang at that time. My brother and I love to eat and play since childhood. It's simple and easy to feed.

Fortunately, my parents are also people who love shopping. At that time, I followed my parents to visit foreign trade stores. If you go to Taicang now, you will definitely go to that store. Still in that old building, the floor and walls have been renovated, but things are still very cheap. Later, my mother secretly told me an interesting thing. My father's friends borrowed a lot of money from our family. In order to make people pay back their money decently early, my parents went to this foreign trade store to buy more than a dozen T-shirts of foreign trade brands, invited many brothers of my father to go home for a big meal, gave everyone a T-shirt, and explained to them that the clothing store closed down and the clothes were resold to others, leaving dozens of them at home. Later, the money was not only returned, but also thanked my father. I have to admire my parents' skills, but I haven't found the same one yet!

Warm memories can't be finished. I made mung bean porridge and pickles for my father who worked overtime with my brother. Because my father is very romantic, I made an appointment with him. We went to the appointment on time and shared the food in the thermos on the lawn in front of the factory. Every time I recall this scene, I feel that my father is a real romantic! If my future husband and I have a working lunch together like this, feel the breeze on the lawn and talk about happy and unhappy things, what a wonderful love it would be!

In fact, in the winter vacation of the second grade, my father took me to Taicang for a while without telling my brother. At that time, I chased my aunt and got married. When my father came home to help my aunt get married, he took me to Taicang in the name of attending a cram school. At that time, I gave it to him 10 yuan to cheat my brother, but it seems that it was confiscated by my grandmother. I didn't feel sorry for my brother at that time, but now I recall these things and often blame myself for not loving my brother well.

During the seven summers in Taicang, my parents moved three times. The first home is the longest, four years. I moved into the villa because of the landlord's demolition. Later, my uncle and aunt came to Taicang and rented in the landlord's new villa. The second time I lived in a house for more than two years. Later, my parents moved away, and my uncle moved there to save money. I moved for the third time because my father was ill. My father decided to spend more money to live in a better house for illness. But in fact, my father was hospitalized that summer, and every time I went to Nanjing by train, I saw him less than half the time in a summer vacation.

In fact, the third rental was also shared, and our whole family was still squeezed into one room. The saddest thing is that grandma is not willing to spend money, carrying her parents, uncles and aunts and secretly going to the trash can to pick up old clothes to sell. At that time, there was no property management, and there was no recycling bin for old clothes. All the residents' things were thrown in the trash can. At that time, I not only didn't feel bad for her, but also didn't understand her. Now that I think about it, she was also very sad. That's her own son. She knows that her son will leave him in a few months, and she has no other ability to make money. Only in this way will she feel better. Until later, because she reached for something in the trash can, her waist flashed. After being hospitalized, her parents and uncles and aunts found out. They were very angry and educated her to go out and find something to do. Even I wonder why she is always in trouble! Now I know that it is not a family conflict, but a great maternal love. She just wants to save money to see her son and buy breakfast for her grandson.

Although grandma still has a serious fetish, she can't even throw away her aunt's childhood clothes. I often feel helpless when cleaning, but think about how many memories and temperatures those things have given her. If she keeps it, keep it. I can't be with her!

When I grow up, I often complain about why I was thrown to my grandmother. This kind of life that only cares about me and doesn't care about my mental health bothers me. At that time, I felt that my grandparents only had two things in their eyes: let me study and be obedient. Grandma is stingy every time she gives me money. Every time the school charges, grandma will always get to the bottom of it, and then ask if she can't pay. At that time, I admired the sun hats of the girls in my class, but my grandmother complained to my father that I shopped indiscriminately. It is completely different from the current state that families have been spoiled by generations. My grandparents are still very strict. Be sure to eat things at home before going out. They are not allowed to share with their classmates. They are not allowed to take my classmates home to play. I am not allowed to go to the river with them. I'm not allowed to catch cicadas with them. . . Rebelliously, I don't listen to that. I secretly brought snacks to my deskmate at home and secretly took out the iron to dig up the monkey sister. I was pulled down by the iron and left a scar that will never be erased.

Although I didn't do much farm work when I was a child, I still got a little. I followed my grandparents to work in the fields. I just scattered peanut seeds, fertilizer and water in the well-proportioned pit that Grandpa planed. May is the season when wheat ripens. My brother and I are in charge of observing the weather When it is cloudy, we will cover it with tarpaulin immediately. Idle wheat fields have been irrigated by agricultural machinery and turned into rice fields. Rice transplanting is always in early June. I'm always afraid of snakes and leeches. What's even more frightening is that during my week at school, I repeatedly lowered my head and reached for the rice transplant for a long time, resulting in swollen eyelids and shoulder pain. Of course, the happiest time when I was a child was the season of transplanting rice seedlings. All the places would pump water, and the small ditches in the river were full of clear water. My favorite thing is to clean the plastic sandals. Autumn is also the season when corn ripens. I walked into the cornfield with my sleeves, broke the corn one by one, and secretly picked some blackberries in the garden next door to taste. . . . . A lot of farm work is very interesting now, but I really didn't want to do it at that time.

To be continued