Noho

[1V1 sour period text amnesia story] The background refers to the late 1940s. Place names, customs, etc. Are all fictional and do not correspond to real history. --- Zhang Sui grew a second heart, and the surging hatred flowed from the heart to the blood like poisonous blood. When the blood merged, love and hate intertwined and grew new flesh and blood. They grew entangled with each other, and no matter how they were torn apart, they could no longer be separated. -- My name is Zhao Xiaoxue, I am seven years old this year, this is my father, he is a fool. This is my grandma, she is crazy. This is my mother, the most beautiful person in Shiliba Village. My mother said that I picked it up from a latrine, and my grandma said that my father also picked it up from a latrine. She also said that my mother knew how to pick up useless things at home. I asked grandma, are you also something my mother picked up? My grandma scolded me and my father too. Sometimes my grandma would wake up for a while, and I would chat with her. I asked her if she had studied, and she said she had studied for a few days. I asked why I stopped reading later, and my grandma said that in the past, there were many poor children in the family, and who would wear a pair of pants when going out. In winter, when there was no clothes to wear, they would stay at home. -- Today is my birthday. My mother said she would order a large bowl of noodles and two poached eggs for me today, and I would eat them by myself. At noon, my mother came back from the fields, and I followed her into the kitchen. She asked me what I was doing, and I said I wanted to watch, lest you bite my eggs secretly. Niang smiled and bent down, saying that I was a little heartless. Later, a large bowl of noodles and two poached eggs were brought to me as expected. My father looked at the eggs in my bowl longingly. I protected the bowl and told him that those who snatched the children's food would be snatched away by wolves in the middle of the night. My father's expression changed, and my mother was also angry. She told me with a cold face to stop talking nonsense. I lowered my head and picked up the eggs in the bowl. I smashed the eggs into four pieces, one for my mother, one for my father, one for my grandma, and I ate one piece. -- My mother is forty this year. I asked her if she could take me with her to see my grandma tomorrow, but my mother ignored me. Mom is fifty, and her body is still as good as when she was young. She can run and jump, which is great. I asked my mother if she could take me with her when she went to visit my father and grandma. My mother looked at me and grinned. Intention: In troubled times, one cannot control one's fate