The day I shared a flat with my female boss

After retirement, my father's temper is worse and his drinking is worse. He ignores his mother's patience and comfort. He doesn't care about family affairs, state affairs and world affairs. It seems that the wine bottle is his wife and the wine bottle is his children. When he is drunk, he writes hard and writes something that our family can't understand. After he finished writing, he tore it and wrote it again. After he finished writing, he poured alcohol and fell asleep.

Soon my father's body and spirit were completely broken, once he suddenly fell down the stairs and fell into a coma. Sent to the hospital, the doctor said he was late cirrhosis, said the coma is not caused by falling from the stairs, but liver coma! The doctor told my mother to prepare for the future.

Soon the doctor's words came true. My father died in a rainy autumn night.

I was twelve and my sister was eight.

I always think that my father is a very irresponsible man, he failed to take up the family responsibility that a husband and a father should bear, until now I still think so! When I was a child, I hated him. Although I didn't hate him when I grew up, the scene of him beating my mother when he was drunk is still in front of my eyes, still in my ears, always lingering!

So, growing up, I hate men who beat their wives. I'm afraid that's one of the negative effects of family on one's growth?

When my father died, my mother cried very sad. She loves my dad very much, even though he is a very irresponsible man, even though he beat her, she still loves my dad deeply. My mother is a very dutiful, kind and hardworking country woman. She has never read any books, but she is more knowledgeable than many scholars. She has a heart higher than the sky and broader than the sea!

Even for aunt Wan'er, my mother is still smiling. She has never complained about my father or aunt Wan'er. Every time aunt Wan'er came to my home, my mother would take out the best things at home to entertain her. If aunt Wan'er is going to spend the night at home, my mother will make room for her in person, and take out a brand-new quilt with sunshine and washing powder fragrance for aunt Wan'er!

My mother said that aunt Wan'er is a city dweller and a good friend of my father. She came all the way to visit us. Our family's condition is so poor that she won't get used to it! yes! My mother is worried that people are not used to it! But she just doesn't worry about my father and aunt Wan'er's secret?

As for the secret, I don't know. I don't know if aunt Wan'er has ever had that kind of relationship with my father, or is aunt Wan'er just a confidant of my father? I still don't understand this problem until now.

When my father died, aunt Wan'er came. She cried very sad and cried with my mother! This is aunt Wan'er's last visit to our house! From then on, she never came to our house again! Middle school I went to the provincial capital to study middle school, boarding in the provincial capital's aunt's home, only once a month back home. I don't know if aunt Wan'er has ever been to my home. In short, I haven't seen her again!

Every time I went back to my hometown and went to my mother's room, I would habitually look up at the old-fashioned photo frame on the wall at the head of the bed, where there was a black-and-white photo of my father and aunt Wan'er. The father and aunt Wan'er in the photo are very happy. At that time, they were about 20 years old, and their father was so high spirited and ambitious that aunt Wan'er was so beautiful!

Every time I see that group photo, I have to admit that dad and aunt Wan'er stand side by side, they are really a good match! Men and women! But this kind of thought together, I blame myself, blame myself should not think, this is particularly unfair to my mother! I should hate aunt Wan'er, but I can't!

My father was a famous talent in the area of dozens of miles at that time! Although he had been depressed all his life, he could read poetry books, write poems and lyrics, and write fresh regular script, "floating like clouds and moving like dragons", which was quite popular with Wang Xizhi. I still remember that when I was a child, there was always an endless stream of relatives and friends who came to the door with gifts to ask for couplets every Spring Festival

The sound of the car's horn pulled me back from my memory. Sister Qin was reversing the car into the parking space in the parking lot, and I had arrived at my destination.

This farm, called "Happy Village", is on the hillside of Qingyun Mountain. Surrounded by mountains and rivers, the environment is very quiet and elegant, and the business is very hot. It is the first choice for coastal residents to avoid the noisy urban jungle life.

The owner of happy farmhouse is from Hunan. The decoration here is very Miao style.

Happy Farmhouse provides catering, accommodation and entertainment facilities. There is a parking lot in the outer courtyard, as well as a small vegetable garden of the farmer's own, where tourists can eat pure natural green food.

You can not only take part in the fun of picking wild chestnut and black jujube, but also enjoy the fun of picking wild jujube.

From the perspective of marketing, farmhouse music, to a large extent, sells air, environment, feeling and mood. There is a poem in Lu You's Yuechi farmhouse, which says: "the happiness of farmhouse is no worse than that of city and court.".

There is a cherry orchard in the west of Nongjiale. Cherries used to be fruits in the north. It's a miracle to have such a native Cherry Orchard in the south! Of course, this is also a big selling point of Happy Farmhouse!These are all introduced to us by the person in charge of managing the cherry orchard of happy farmhouse. The person in charge also told us that we came at the right time. If we come later, I'm afraid we won't be able to eat native cherries this year. Although due to different varieties, different regions, maturity will be different. The ripening period of cherries is usually from the end of May to the middle and late July, but now it is the end of July. Of course, we are the last group of guests to eat local cherries here.

Sister Qin and I were very interested and decided to go to the cherry orchard and pick cherries to eat.

Sister Qin and I got into the cherry circle with excitement. Sister Qin was carrying a basket. While we were picking cherries, we were talking and laughing.

Labor is happy. Especially for people who have lived in modern metropolises for a long time, the occasional work in the mountains is no less than a short rest for the body and mind.

The mountain wind and scenery soon made our mood clear. Even sister Qin was in a better mood. She giggled when I told her a joke.

sister Qin looked back at me and said, "Xiao Gu, I read in the magazine that eating more cherries can replenish blood and beautify your face!"

Ah! No matter what age class of women, there are three topics to talk about, one is love, two is fashion, three is beauty.

I know very well that we don't want to eat cherries and go into the cherry orchard ourselves. We just want to experience the physical and mental pleasure of the picking process.

"Long time in the cage, return to nature", walk out of the unit house of the urban framework, get rid of the noisy traffic in the city, walk out of the pure humanistic environment, come to this place where "the house is built in the human world, but there is no noise of cars and horses", enjoy the simplicity and authenticity of nature, and appreciate the world where heaven and earth are in one, and all things are born together.

At noon, we ate authentic Hunan cuisine. I remember the last time sister Qin invited me to dinner, she also ate Hunan cuisine. It seems that I have an indissoluble bond with Hunan cuisine.

Sister Qin, whose ancestral home is Hunan, may have inherited her parents' love of spicy food. Strange to say, pepper is originally an irritant food, but the skin color of girls who love pepper is not bad, on the contrary, it is better than one skin color!

For example, Xing min, a typical girl from Hunan Province, grew up eating spicy food from Hunan Province, but her skin needs more water! And sister Qin, although I don't know if she ever stayed in Hunan when she was a child, her skin is very white and tender, with natural luster. It's rare for a 30-year-old woman to still have such a perfect complexion!

But even so thin skin white meat gentle beautiful woman, there are men have the heart to beat her, there are men have the heart to pinch her sexy neck! The bruise on sister Qin's neck can be seen by a discerning person. It's pinched by a pair of thick men's palms!

There are several dishes on the table are fish, one is boiled live fish, one is chopped pepper fish head, and one is pickled fish soup. Next to the cherry orchard is an artificial lake. It is said that the fish on the dining table are all alive fish picked up from the lake.

However, the taste of the fish soup stewed with pickles is really delicious!

All dishes have a common characteristic, that is spicy! Especially that large plate of minced pepper fish head, how spicy, how spicy!

Even sister Qin couldn't help making a "hiss" sound in her mouth, because the red peppers used to make fish head with chopped peppers were too hot! I don't need to mention that it's useless to drink water all the time. Spicy has already been on my nerve endings, so spicy that I want to die directly!

Sister Qin giggled when she saw how funny I was.

We also drank a little Hunan rice wine, this meal, we eat freely, eat hot, eat very happy. Pepper, to a certain extent, seems to completely dilute the depression in sister Qin's heart, as well as those who endure in the heart of sadness.

After lunch, it was already afternoon, and we walked out of the dining area after we were full of wine and food.

I suggest walking in the mountains behind Nongjiale to digest the delicious food in our stomach. At the same time, let the wind in the mountains drive away the spicy flavor we are full of.

At first, I walked in front and sister Qin followed me. When I went up the steep slope in front of me, I reached out and pulled her up. After climbing the steep slope, sister Qin walked in front of me, and I walked behind her.

Maybe it's because the road on the mountain is too slippery, maybe it's because we took the path in the forest which was trod out by the lazy people who took the shortcut, maybe it's because of the Hunan rice wine we drank at the dinner table. In a word, there was an accident when we were walking in the forest.

It's not me, it's sister Qin!