I accompanied the flowers that year

The so-called family fortune may be used to describe my current predicament.

Originally, he was supposed to be a wealthy young master with no worries about food and clothing, fearless of heaven and earth, but he was reduced to a penniless vagabond overnight. The change was so great that it was like a dream, which caught me off guard.

It never occurred to him that the company run by his father was actually involved in gangster smuggling activities and involved human lives. When the incident happened, he did not give his father any time to breathe. But he could only catch it with his hands. The desolate back took away the laughter of a family, my hope for life, and the legend of a business giant. Such a large company collapsed overnight. Stocks plummeted, and there was no room for recovery.

To make matters worse, my father committed suicide in prison, leaving only my mother and I to clean up the mess. However, this mess is beyond my ability. I have no emergency measures at all. I have never been in contact with shopping malls and I have no ability to slow down. With the current situation, I can only stay in a passive state stupidly, I don’t go to school, I am afraid of meeting acquaintances, I am like a mouse, hiding in my room, living a dark life, but things are far from At the end, I have not yet reacted from the grief of losing my father, another accident happened at home, my mother couldn't bear all kinds of public opinion, and the sudden departure of her husband was just one night, and I didn't even know me anymore.

This accident frightened me silly. Both my father and mother are experts in their careers. I also rely on the two of them to live a life of a dandy. It was only when I was left alone that I suddenly realized that in fact I don’t know anything except eating, drinking and having fun, and I don’t understand anything.Looking at my mother who is crazily hugging the pillow every day and speaking words that no one can understand, my spirit is on the verge of collapse. Who can tell me what should I do next?

When she only talks and is still quiet, sometimes she will suddenly go crazy, for example, she suddenly ran to the study, tore up the books in it, and then ran to the kitchen in the blink of an eye, smashing the plates and bowls on the ground, smashing them into pieces, I can only send her back to the room quickly, so as not to hurt her, and go back to the kitchen to clean up the pieces, each piece is my current fragmented mood, and each of these familiar and no longer familiar pieces reflects the past glory of this family And compared with the current decline.

Even so, I was not willing to send her to a mental hospital. Although I haven't planned how to go on, but in my opinion, a mental hospital is just another prison. I have seen similar movies, and I think the reality is similar. The environment there is too depressing. Normal people will go crazy when they go there, not to mention the mental patients, how can they recover? Besides, no matter how good the doctor is to the patient, it is impossible to compare Take care of your own children, guard your mother by yourself, and always know in time if your mother needs anything.

But mental patients are not easy to take care of, her behavior is always not what I expected, when I thought she was going to calm down, she suddenly exploded, but when my mother was ill, she was not very noisy, just tearing up books, Throwing things, talking or yelling are relatively rare, and the time of onset is not certain. Sometimes it may suddenly erupt in the middle of the night, making me afraid to sleep all night, for fear that if I fall asleep, she will What an accident.

Fortunately, this situation did not last for a few days, because someone came to take away our house a few days later. Only then did I know that my father took the house as a mortgage, and now the house is not ours. There were no books to tear up, no dishes to drop, and to be exact, we didn't even have a place to live.

In fact, I am just a student who has just entered college, and I don’t have any money or influence. Even if I have, it is because I have followed my father. They will also compliment me. At that time, I always feel that the people around me are very noisy, talk about something and nothing, and dismiss them. I wish I could stick their mouths with tape. I didn’t expect that God heard my heart. Overnight, these people seemed to have evaporated from the world, disappeared without a trace, and could not be found, as if they had never appeared before. I couldn't get in touch, and when I had nowhere to go, I suddenly thought about whether I could go to my aunt's house in the countryside.

I have an uncle who passed away because of a car accident many years ago. It is not easy for my aunt to take care of the children alone. My father once proposed to bring them to the city out of caring for his brother’s family, but The aunt refused, saying that she didn't like living in a crowded neighborhood where the neighbors didn't know, and she still liked the rustic atmosphere of the countryside.The relationship between our two families can be said to be close or not far away. Since the death of my uncle, and the distance between the two places is really far, the relationship between the two families has also become estranged. My father and mother often support their family, but both We were rejected by my aunt. Although my aunt said she was just a peasant woman in the countryside, she was very assertive. In addition to the habits we developed in the enterprise or in the living environment, my aunt also had a lot of opinions on us. Just pretending to be an uncle with two dollars, I really can't understand us.

This is really a bit embarrassing. Although the uncle is really a real uncle and the relationship is quite close, we seldom walk around. Maybe we get together every year during the Chinese New Year. I have been to the countryside once, and I never want to go there again. Yes, it is very inconvenient to buy things, there are no entertainment places, and the place to live is not as good as my own home. Speaking of which, when I went there, it seemed that a new roller skating rink was opened, and the venue was just two ordinary people. The classroom occupies an area, but at that time it was considered prosperous. At that time, I still thought that this group of people were from the eyes of small citizens. Even a roller skating rink could cheer and cheer, and I had never seen a big scene.

This is the only impression I have left. However, I am not completely unfavorable to the countryside. At the very least, the air in the countryside is far inferior to that in the cities. Not to be tired of, the cloudless clear sky is even more admirable. I almost forgot what those pictures looked like.

In fact, I am not the only child. I also have a sister who is already married. The reason why I didn’t think of going to her is because my father looked down on my brother-in-law and thought that my brother-in-law was a poor boy. He insisted on going his own way. At the beginning, he tried his best to persuade his parents to accept him. After this trick failed, he stayed at a classmate's house and refused to come back to show his resistance. At that time, his father thought that she would figure it out as long as she calmed down, so he ignored her. Unexpectedly, he broke off the relationship with the family and eloped with him. When the father found out, he had a heart attack in anger and was sent to the hospital. The mother just kept crying there. For so many years, she was the only one who called the family occasionally. At that time, the phone number was often changed, and the address could not be found, and we did not know her contact information.

I called my aunt with a nervous mood. It was the first time I asked someone for help. I felt very useless and couldn't save face. What I didn't expect was that my aunt readily agreed to take us in. At that time, I burst into tears Eyes full, speechless with excitement, whoever said that the world is cold and people are scattered, it can be seen that there is still true love in the world.

I had nothing to pack, just a few changes of clothes, and a passbook that was in my name. I took my crazy mother and some scattered daily necessities to my aunt's house in the countryside.

It is said that it is the countryside, but it is not the kind of backcountry where no vehicles are seen all the year round. It is deep in the mountains. To be precise, it is a place slightly farther than the suburbs of the city. The development is still relatively advanced, and the thinking and behavior are relatively enlightened. I don’t remember his original appearance anymore, but the change can still be seen, at least I didn’t expect to have already got on the bus, although there is only one, the wide asphalt road is straight and bright.

A moat runs through the north and south, and it just divides the wheat field and the village into two. I took a car on the west side of the moat, and the east side is the village. Through the car window, I can see that many small western-style buildings have been built in the village on the other side of the river. It is very unique. To the west are green corn seedlings, which are less than one person tall. It is a scene of prosperity and life. It seems that the development of the countryside is still very large. Compared with a few years ago, it is a two world.

I sat in the car for nearly three hours. I couldn't bear the ups and downs all the way, and I was about to throw up. Finally, when I was dizzy, the bus stopped leisurely.

I got off at the entrance of Auntie Village. There is a bridge at the entrance of the village, which spans the moat. It is not spectacular but has an antique atmosphere. However, due to the age, the railings are already dilapidated. Some steel guardrails have been reinforced. Now is not the time to release water. , the river gate was closed, and there were still a few children fishing with nets under the ditch.

I didn't recognize my aunt's house, so I had to wait patiently at the entrance of the village.My aunt’s family has a daughter who is ten years older than me. She has already married and had children, because there is only such a daughter in my aunt’s family.The two of them work outside the home, but they don't go home very often. Only the aunt is taking care of the children at home.

I almost don’t remember the name of the child. I just remember being very naughty. I still remember that many of the toy models I bought were taken away by him who went to play. I hated him for a long time because of this, because it was a limited edition. Yes, many of them can’t be bought with money, but I’m older than him. When he hugged him and didn’t let go, I really wanted to pick him up and throw him out of the window, but my father kept winking at me, maybe it was I'm afraid I'm ignorant, because of the affection of the two parents, although I feel unwilling, I can only give it to him bitterly. Even so, I still can't remember the name of the person I hate. Now When I think about it, I feel naive, and I feel ashamed and ashamed for the idea that I feel sorry for a child because of a toy. Last night, I tossed and turned, and felt that it would be inappropriate if I didn’t know the name. out, but still didn't remember.