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Chapter 18 Farewell to Hometown

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    According to her mother, her sister-in-law, Juanzi, is a southern girl who works as a warehouse clerk at a construction site. She also met and fell in love with her younger brother.  Perhaps because of the power of love, she did not dislike the conditions of my natal family and was willing to marry my younger brother.  For my parents, she is simply a benefactor of our Chen family. As long as she comes back, she will be taken care of so attentively that she will be regarded as a young mistress.  However, as a southerner, she has completely different living habits and characteristics from the north.  My parents and even my younger brother Xiaojun can only spoil her, especially since she went home to protect the baby this time because of pregnancy, she has a moody personality.

    In order to stay in this house, I had to let go of all my dignity to curry favor with her and try to communicate with her.  She is not a woman who doesn't like oil and salt, and occasionally gives me a little face.  But between the words, the contempt for this family was fully exposed.  Her wish is the same as mine, which is to gain a firm foothold in the city, but she has to succumb to this backcountry.

    "Juanzi, since you hate this place so much, why did you choose to make your home here?"

    My sister-in-law felt that I had said something nonsense, so she gave me a hard look, "I don't want to stay in this shitty place, it's because of Xiaojun."

    With a cheeky face, I continued to probe and ask: "Don't you really care about those material things for him?"

    "Who doesn't care? It's because women want to marry a man who has a car and a house in the city."

    "But Xiaojun can't give you these."

    "If he can't give it, then I will marry him too."

    "Why?"

    "No matter how good the garage is, can it be more important than him? I don't want those things to become a hurdle to my happiness."

    I was shocked. She, a foreign girl with no high education, actually uttered an intriguing philosophy.

    I tried to continue to communicate with her, but she was already impatient and issued an order to evict the guest mercilessly.

    I had no choice but to walk out of the room I used to live in. In the past, I was the princess of this family, but now I am a different person.  I'm a most unpopular person.

    As a woman of the same age, I know that she actually looks down on my natal family, and feels that she is married, so she has an inherent sense of superiority.  I couldn't help thinking, if I had promised Guodong, in his eyes, would I have become his family's benefactor, would I have enjoyed the same treatment as Juanzi's family served the princess like Juanzi?  Alas, I was blinded by materialistic desires. As someone described me, I would rather cry in a BMW than laugh on a bicycle.  Besides, Zhao Xin is just an ordinary local tyrant, not a wealthy family, and Guodong is not so miserable.  Drawing on Juanzi's experience now, I have to admit that my world view has deviated.  It's too late to regret everything, I can only swallow this cup of bitter wine brewed by myself.  This kind of mood has been filled with the rest of my life.

    In the following days, my mood became worse and worse. When I occasionally met with my sister-in-law, she still didn't give me a good face.  I knew in my heart that she even looked down on me, a down-and-out elder sister.  When my younger brother got married, I didn't have any money. Even if I wanted to make up for it afterwards, I didn't have a penny in my pocket.  Back then, my best friend paid for the fare home.

    I was lying alone in that cramped hut, enduring the labor pains in my body, and kept thinking in my heart, maybe my illness will attack soon, and I need someone to take care of me, so what should I do?  The frail mother is already working hard to take care of her sister-in-law, do she still have the energy to take care of me?  I can also see that because I have been stuck at home like this, the atmosphere at home is very awkward. Although my parents are not good at talking, my sister-in-law is always pointing and cursing. Before I die, can I still get the favor of my relatives?

    It's not convenient for me to tell my parents the real situation, but if I don't, it will make their misunderstanding deepen.  How to do this?

    Cowardly, I don't have the courage to take the initiative to kill myself. What I hope for most now is love.  Thinking of this, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

    On this day, I unexpectedly received a call from my younger brother, which surprised me.  During the days when I was home, I took the initiative to contact him several times, but before I could start the topic, the other party was busy with excuses, ruthlessly hung up on my phone, and didn't give me a chance.  I knew in my heart that my failed sister had let him down.  Now, he took the initiative to contact me, is it a blessing or a curse?

    I answered the call with some trepidation¡ª¡ª

    "Sister, what's the matter with you? Why do you stay at home all the time? And let our mother serve you? You've been married, and you've been staying at your mother's house for a long time. What's the matter? Aren't you afraid that the folks in the village will laugh at you?  ? You make me unable to lift my head in front of Juanzi now!"

    I covered my mouth and listened to my brother's reprimand, my eyes blurred.  On the dead end of life, there is no more family affection.  I chose to end my life in my hometown, is dead wrong.  At this moment, I didn't have the courage to explain anything to my brother. In fact, he didn't give me a chance to explain. After complaining to me, he hung up the phone angrily, leaving me with a long period of sadness.

    The next day, I managed to clean up my mood, packed my bags, and then went out to face my parents.

    When my mother saw that I was dressed up like I was going out, she couldn't help but asked curiously: "Girl, are you leaving?"

    I barely concealed my expression, "Well, I've been quarreling at home for too long, it's time to go where I should go."

    Mom really didn't want to stay, and said happily: "Well, you go back to see a doctor first, your complexion has not been very good, don't delay. Our family is short of doctors and medicines, so it is not suitable for you to recuperate."

    With a sore nose, I nodded repeatedly, "I know, I knowcan you lend me some money?"

    My mother's face changed slightly, maybe she couldn't figure out why I was broken and broke, so she immediately rummaged through the bottom of the box, and finally helped me scrape together a few hundred dollars.

    Looking at the money wrapped in handkerchiefs, I couldn't bear it anymore, but the cruel reality made me stretch out my trembling hands.

    Before I leave, I really want to say some farewell words, even heartfelt words.  But at that time my emotions were already in a shambles, and I couldn't even say a word, so I had to pull the suitcase with one hand, cover my face with the other and leave the house.  Knowing that if I leave like this, I'm afraid it will be forever, but I don't have the courage to look back at the family where I was born and raised, and my mother.

    Dad kept sending me to the bus stop. While waiting for the bus, he quietly asked, "Girl, what happened?"

    I had to try my best to hide it, "I'm divorced, and my heart is very empty."

    "that's it?"

    "Um."

    "Girl, you are still young, you have to cheer up. It's not that we don't want to keep you, but this family can only delay you."

    I bowed my head and sobbed, how I wanted to express my grievances.  But at this moment, a long-distance bus drove over, and I had to desperately wipe away my tears.

    Dad personally lifted the suitcase to the car door, and I turned my head to face Dad for the last time, "Dad, my daughter is gone you and my mother must take care!"

    'My daughter is gone', this sentence is a pun, can Dad understand it?

    I sat in the car and peeked back a few times. Dad's figure was still standing there, and it was getting smaller and smaller.  Once again, I buried my sad face deeply, completely ignoring the emoticons of other passengers.

    Farewell, dear ones!

    Hometown, farewell!

    Where is the next life station for the rest of my life?

    ?I drove all the way in a daze, really wanting to find a strange place with no people inhabited for the rest of my life, but my subconscious still sent me to my second hometown in my life¡ª¡ªZhouqiao.

    When I set foot on that piece of land, I couldn't help crying again.  Once upon a time, this city was the place where my dreams began.  Is it going to see me end in pain?

    My legs can hardly move, I need help so much, but in this city, apart from asking my best friend for help, there is no one who knows me well.  But I can no longer speak to my best friend.  I already owe people too much, do I have to be someone's bottomless pit just to make ends meet?

    The city was suddenly blurred, and even the ground shook. I barely supported this body, and stretched out my weak hand to an approaching taxi.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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