My Father Faked His Escape, and My Mother Was the Tyrant of the Courtyard.

My father fainted from hunger in front of my grandma's house. Later, everyone in the village said that he was just faking it. My dad said: half and half. He said he was a refugee, but his hands were those of a scholar; He said he had never studied and his handwriting was more handsome than the gentleman in town. When a pig was lost in the village, he found it in one night; when the stitches on the soles of the widow's shoes were wrong, he squatted for forty-seven days to make a dark nest. My mother is a tyrant in Zaomugou. I can carry half a pig, and I can cry to scare away the little bastard. The one in front of her fell down when the wind blew, and the one behind her sold her in tears, and they even helped her count the money. My father talks less, but my mother plays more. He never exposed her, and she never asked where he was. A man who hides secrets and a woman who can act make her life a drama. Later, the family moved to Beijing and lived in a courtyard house. My father guarded something that no one knew about, and he guarded it for forty years—— It took me half a lifetime to complete this secret. [Overhead era·Parallel time and space, don't go into textual research]