Chapter 721

If you want to talk, you have to stop.

What's the story about my mom and dad? After thinking about it, four words pop out of my mind: a bad relationship. I'm the bastard of evil relationship.

My father died, but I still don't know what my father saw in my mother? You know, my father is nearly ten years older than my mother. Young people in their late thirties should be mentally mature.

A few years ago, my 19-year-old mother had nothing to do all day. She loved to dress up, and she was all dressed up. In their time, girls like my mother were very ostentatious.

Let me have a stroke and think about it. It's not likely that my father will meet my mother. They have different circles. Although my father is not popular with my grandfather, he is also a scholarly child. Oh, I remember. Fate is sometimes reincarnated. In the long wait, my grandmother has long lost her gentle and amiable character and become irritable and garrulous. She is a curse. Especially his daughter. She said that her daughter owed her, otherwise, she would have jumped into the river and died.

In order to make a living, she came to Luo's house to help. Fate for her is just a circle, everything back to the past. It's just that this time it's not the Li family that helps the servants, but the Luo family. She took her daughter with her. So my dad got to know my mom sadly. Once upon a time, the young master fell in love with his servant girl. Now, the plot continues: the servant girl's daughter is once again loved by the young master of another family. No, my father is not a young master. My mother was not a servant girl before liberation. She was a helper. After liberation, all people are equal.

According to my mother, at that time, she loved to wear a white skirt, hair, feet wearing cheap high heels, and begged grandma to buy her fashionable bell bottoms. My mother's analogy to me is that the trousers are like trumpets. I understand. Fashion is popular in 20 years. Flared jeans were popular once when I was 20. Grandma won't give it. The main thing is still no money. My mother stole my grandmother's necklace and sold it to a goldsmith's shop. She changed the money and went to the state-owned store to buy two big blue bell bottoms. The rest bought two white skirts and a little money. She wanted to please her grandmother and bought her favorite horseshoe Crisp. It's no use flattering. Grandma soon found out that my mother had stolen the necklace. She was so angry that she trembled with anger. She wanted to kill my mother with a kitchen knife.

She's not kidding. She's serious. Before chasing my mother, Grandma had sharpened the kitchen knife. My mother is running in the street and my grandmother is running after her. All the people in the street look sideways“ Help... Help... "My mother fled to the guard box and asked for help from the police uncle. The police uncle severely criticized my mother. Grandma asked the police to arrest my mother“ She's a thief. Why don't you catch her? " Grandma and I are sad. She gave birth to my mother in loneliness and missing, but found that she was not the crystallization of love, disobedient, mischievous, rebellious, making trouble everywhere. In a word, my mother is not grandma's kind little cotton padded jacket.

This made grandma disappointed and depressed. She often said: "to know that you are this virtue, I will drown you when you are born!" Grandma said that my mother came to collect debts, and she owed her in her previous life.

It's not the first time for my mom to steal a necklace, and it's never the last time. She was the rebellious girl of that era, the problem girl. However, no one was her counselor, and no one knew what she was thinking.