What are the stories of evil and evil? – Yes.
When I was five, my biological parents gave me to my uncle to fight for a son.
“Don’t call us parents. Uncle is your parents.” I’m sorry.
“We are the real family.” I’m sorry.
I dumped her.
“What did you say when you sent me away? I’m sorry.
“You haven’t paid me a penny for all these years, you haven’t bought me a pair of socks and a dress. I’m sorry.
“In the year of junior high, you wanted to sell me for the bride price! I’m sorry.
It’s okay, parents are shameless, and I’m a daughter who doesn’t want to be.
One.
On the fifth birthday, the birth parents took $500 to give me to a couple with a stupid son.
It’s good to be here all night and keep me behind.
“We’re both kids, so let’s be my daughter. I’m sorry.
I didn’t have a name then.
Like the third daughter of the other family in the village, she calls her sister.
Then his aunt said to me many times: “If it were not for your uncle, you would have married his stupid son.” I’m sorry.
“You must be good to your uncle when you grow up.” I’m sorry.
Uncle asked the village’s old man to name me Song Liang.
He expected me to be a shining pearl, but in fact I was just an ordinary pebble.
Uncle’s fine, but he’s busy.
Every day, he had to drive a tractor with rice to the villages to dehum the grain.
She left at 5 or 6 a.m. and sometimes came home at 8 or 9 a.m.
My aunt was mean and always had a face.
Big brother was at 13, it was a time of rebellion.
2nd brother was two years older than me, pulling my hair, pulling my clothes, and putting rats in me…
I expect rain every day so my uncle doesn’t work.
With him, I feel like home.
Not long ago, Uncle sent me to preschool.
“You’ll have to pay for your meal and send her to school.” I’m sorry.
“The village chief said that the children should read, otherwise it would be illegal.” I’m sorry.
My aunt is still scolding me.
I can’t say a word when I hang my hand.
“Come on, don’t say that in front of the beads. I’m sorry.
My aunt looked me in the kitchen.
Soon, the sound of “bong bang” was heard inside.
And his uncle pulled me over, and he whispered, “Your aunt is very temperamental and has no heart.” You’ll know better. Do more for her. I’m sorry.
“She’ll love you. I’m sorry.
After school, 2nd brother fights with a group of little friends to play with the marbles.
Then I ran home to cut the weeds.
You don’t know, now you’re selling $10 a pound of celery, and that’s when there were lots of large pieces of it.
The pigs are tired.
After weeding, I had to help cook and pick up the food, and I could eat it when my aunt gets home.
I have to wash the clothes of my family all weekend.
Dressed buckets, taller than half of me.
Then there was an infinity in the field.
Growing sweet potatoes, curds, peanuts, peanuts, pickles, weeds, drugs, doubles…
Uncle’s out there all day, and most of the work falls on her.
She came back to work and died. Big brother turned his back on me.
Now think about it, she’s got a temper.
The kids were so sleepy, I fell asleep when my uncle came back.
When I wake up in the morning, I’ll touch the pillow under.
Lollipops, Huadam, sour plum…
It’s my uncle’s love.
The day I touch, it’s empty.
It was a loss, and my aunt pushed in, and she lifted up the lollipop in her face and asked, “Where did you get the lollipop, did you steal?” I’m sorry.
Two.
I couldn’t say a word on my lips. She was pissed off.
“Stealing needles, stealing gold. I’m sorry.
“I’m going to beat you so hard that you can remember. I’m sorry.
She picks up the wall’s bamboo broom and pulls it on me.
At that time, he had to go to school for breakfast, and he stood at the door and his voice was so impatient: “Are you dumb? Dad gave it to you. Why didn’t you say it? I’m sorry.
That night, I heard my aunt cry.
“I’ve been with you all these years, and I don’t see you buying me some sugar or fruit and you’re good to her now. I’m sorry.
Uncle said, “You don’t have all the money I make, you buy it and I never say you…”
“Is that the same?”
“All right, keep it down. Don’t let the kids listen to jokes. I’m sorry.
The sound next door was quiet and my uncle gently pushed my door.
I was like, “Uncle, don’t buy me snacks anymore. I’m sorry.
He put me under a bed net: “It’s none of your business for adults to fight.” I’m sorry.
Later, uncle’s snack was double.
One for me, one for Aunt.
He cried, “Me too. I’m sorry.
“A boy eats a little bit of his mouth.” I’m sorry.
“I am still blessed by my niece, or else I will not.” I’m sorry.
But she changed her face with lollipop among the women.
“My new town treats me like a little girl and buys me sugar every day. Says he is wasting money.” I’m sorry.
More than a year later, the birth mother finally gave birth to a boy.
My aunt and uncle took me to full moon.
The biological mother’s house was almost empty by the birth attendants and the chairs were borrowed from the neighbours.
But she was happy with her face: “A son has finally been born, and look who chews my tongue behind my back.” I’m sorry.
Cousin has been named Zhang Wai.
He’s yellow and dark and has a lot of fur on his face and looks like a monkey.
I don’t know why it’s so cute.
I almost called Mom instinctively.
“Don’t scream, it’s your parents now, you know? I’m sorry.
And my aunt smiled not: “She didn’t crawl out of my belly, nor called my mother.” I’m sorry.
So, who’s my parents?
Finally, my uncle photographed my back: “Go play with your sisters.” I’m sorry.
Guests are offered sweet eggs.
They had two eggs in their bowl.
In my bowl, there’s only rarely drawn sugar.
“There are not enough eggs at home, and it’s not good for children to eat too many eggs.” I’m sorry.
“The fire on the kitchen stove is almost out, you’ll have to help burn it. I’m sorry.
3
I felt something was wrong and I couldn’t say it.
Little me, I don’t know how to resist authority like my parents.
Then my aunt comes to the kitchen and I’ll be carried up with sweat.
She grabbed me in the ear: “You bought new clothes, you came here to play with fire!” I’m sorry.
“I’m not being honest! I’m sorry.
She had a big voice, and the birth mother was soon attracted.
She was embarrassed: “I set the sister on fire.” I’m sorry.
And his aunt let me go, and he was pale: “Oh, well, she is your daughter, or she will stay and burn you.” I’m sorry.
And the biological mother’s face changed slightly, and he said, “I am the one who has given her a hand, all of which has been given to your girls. There is no reason to come back.” I’m sorry.
Two of you come and push me off like an object.
Finally, the father came.
“If my sister-in-law doesn’t take it, I’ll take her to Zhang’s house.” I’m sorry.
“I can still charge $500 for milk powder for Wei. I’m sorry.
On the way back, my aunt kept saying:
“I’m still alive, and I’m willing to work for them without an egg. I’m sorry.
“You’re a good boy. They didn’t throw you away like garbage. I’m sorry.
“Three daughters, not you alone.
I don’t know.
I sat in front of the bike, and the summer ride went in my eyes.
My eyes are sour and sour.
From that day on, I had uncles and uncles.
But alone, without Mom and Dad.
My aunt is usually fine, but when she starts school, she gets angry.
Compulsory education was widely available, and the school could still pay for it.
Three children read together, and for rural parents the pressure is enormous.
Uncle has to take some time to convince her to keep me reading.
Every summer, my parents invite me to stay.
I want to say no, and my uncle will say, “They are your parents, and you are the one who called you back.” I’m sorry.
There’s only one three-leaf fan at the birth parents’ house and it’s hot in the summer.
As soon as everyone lays down their seats on the concrete floor.
I slept in the outermost corner, barely felt the wind and smelled the sweat of the house.
They don’t miss me either.
It’s the summer break.
“The third sister is a guest and cannot let her go to work.” I’m sorry.
It’s true you don’t have to go to the fields to collect rice.
I have to wash my clothes at home, cook, feed pigs, tan.
“You can’t stay long, or your parents will be cold.” I’m sorry.
Every time I go back, my aunt’s going to be in the sun for at least half a month.
Days passed, the summer break in the fourth grade of primary school, the senior high school graduate, went to work in the factory.
The rice in the ground is already golden and has fallen on its head.
The birth mother came on her bike early this morning.
“The third sister’s on summer break. I’ll take her to my place for a few days. I’m sorry.
4
“Then pack some clothes.” I’m sorry.
The birth mother laughed, “It’s okay to pack up, and both her sisters have clothes.” I’m sorry.
“You stay here with your uncle, and you cannot go down?” Come back with me. It’s nice to have no sun. I’m sorry.
Aunt came out of the kitchen with cold tea and saw the scene.
“I don’t want to go.” Big brother’s gone to work, I’m not home enough, I’m staying to help. I’m sorry.
“You son of a bitch, you don’t know anything. “I can still hurt you! I’m sorry.
“Don’t go to your place when you don’t want to.” I’m sorry.
I spent the summer with my aunt collecting rice.
“Yo, the first time you saw a chum go down the field!” I’m sorry.
“It’s not right to raise her for a few years and do something for me.” I’m sorry.
I haven’t been back to my parents’ homes since summer.
My aunt doesn’t laugh at me, but every New Year, she gives me a new dress.
Unlike my biological parents, I’ve never worn two sisters for the last five years.
There’s a couple of holes in the shorts. They don’t change me.
I can still tell who’s good and who’s bad.
When I graduated from primary school, 2nd brother got one.
Big Brother came back with $2,000 for tuition.
He worked hard at the factory, didn’t pay much, $2,000 was not a small sum.
When he was 20 years old, his aunt was anxious to marry him.
Big Brother always said no hurry.
“There’s nothing at home, there’s two readings, there’s no girl who can see it, and he won’t be able to fight all his life.” I’m sorry.
My uncle comforted her: “I did not marry you until I was little.” I’m sorry.
“What’s so small? He’s got two kids now. I’m sorry.
Second Brother High School is boarding.
When he grew up, he became more sexual.
It’ll be out of the mainstream.
There is always a group of men and women with yellow hair on their way to school, with ear nails and black eyes.
I usually go around.
But the last day eleven years ago, I was too late to clean up and the lead girl stopped me.
She chewed gum, grabbed my hair and asked, “Do you have any money?” I’m sorry.
I shake my head.
“Let’s cut your braid and get some money. I’m sorry.
And when she dragged me to the barber shop next to me, there was a loud voice: “What are you doing? I’m sorry.
5
2nd brother rides on a bike, comes in with a brake, stops in front of me.
A muddy ash.
“Let go of my sister.” I’m sorry.
On the way back, he kept telling me, “You fight back, you shout, you kick, you beat, and don’t let them bully you.”
At half the time, he cried: “Well, let’s not fight, the braids are longer and more important.” I’m sorry.
The next day he took me to his junior high school classmate.
A fat one full of tattoos.
They also often operate outside our schools.
From that day on, even though I’ve been through them, no one’s stopped me.
In the third year, the women started talking about me:
“Lowball High School is about to graduate. I’m sorry.
“It’s been hard for your uncle and uncle to raise you in these years. I’m sorry.
They’ll tell their aunt:
“The beads are beautiful and good-looking. We’ll be out making money next year. I’m sorry.
And his aunt cried out: “I have not wronged her all these years, and we are due to be filial.” I’m sorry.
In elementary school, my uncle came to the house and had a good business.
But now there are electric rice machines in many villages, and the villagers will drag their own rice with a tricycle.
It’s cheap and convenient.
My uncle’s rice carts are old, they’re bad in three days and business is less than a year.
I’m a senior. I’ve got good grades.
His uncle was happy, on the one hand, and he was worried about his school fees.
I think.
I’m supposed to go to the factory after junior high like the two sisters of the biological mother.
Then in a year or two, a man with a high bride price married his son.
Because of this idea, I’m down for midterms.
My uncle got his report card and shot him hard at the table: “That’s how your book is read, and you’ve lost more than 20!” I’m sorry.
“You can’t even qualify for the exam! I’m sorry.
That’s when you didn’t want to take the junior high school exam.
On the basis of the number of admissions to schools in previous years, a number of places are allocated.
We usually have about 30 schools.
“I’m going to work after high school.”
My uncle looked up at me, and said, “Listen to the bitches, I’ll send you to read it, too, if you can get one of them.” I’m sorry.
I took a look at my aunt.
Six.
She was like, “Look what I do. Our family is your uncle’s house.” I’m sorry.
That’s acquiescence.
“I’ll read it.” I’m sorry.
After that day, I almost studied in the head of a sting.
Achievements have also risen rapidly.
I don’t have much to do with my aunt.
She was not a good person: “Your uncle knew that I had you to do your work, and he called me a son-in-law.” I’m sorry.
The second brother completed the examination with a good score of 985 in the provinces.
My aunt’s called an eyebrow. She’s gonna laugh.
I got my test.
I’m going to the county. The teacher is staying at the hotel.
Food and accommodation are money.
Our hotel has been vacant for a long time, and the covers are rotten.
There’s rats crawling in the ceiling at night, and one night I barely sleep.
The exam is over and back to the village, and I look pale.
“Look at this. I’m sorry.
Several of my classmates asked me to go to Guangdong to work, and my zealful aunt offered me an introduction.
Uncle says wait a little longer. Let’s talk about it.
It’ll be my 16th birthday soon.
She also bought a cupcake in town.
I thought she was guilty of making it up to me.
I didn’t think she’d have enough to drink, and she said, “The third sister graduated from junior high school and was 16 years old, and I showed her a good one. I’m sorry.
Twenty-five of the man was a bit lame in a car accident, but the bride price was worth 150,000.
Year 2007.
One hundred and fifty thousand in the small country, it’s a big one.
“This money will be half for each of us.” Why don’t you pay for your college fees? I’m sorry.
“The third sister won’t go to high school anyway. It’ll take a few years to get this money. I’m sorry.
She said that in front of me.
Like many years ago, I was treated as a strange object.
I look so red.
The birth mother was still dancing, “The third sister, although the man was a bit lame, but the conditions were good, the accident, and he took hundreds of thousands of dollars in compensation. I’m sorry.
I bit my teeth: “I’ll take it.” I’m sorry.
The birth mother laughed: “Well, you were stupid when you were a kid, and you couldn’t count to 20, so you got one. I’m sorry.
“You’re crawling out of my belly. How many pounds do you weigh? I’m sorry.
I am stupid.
I can’t believe she’d feel bad about sending me away.
And the tears fell, and We cried out, “I will go to work if I fail, and I will not marry.” I won’t give you money when you’re five! I’m sorry.
It’s the mood that’s blowing up and the seating is ringing.
It’s from the schoolmaster: “Song Liu-ju, you’ve got your grades. I’m sorry.
7
He stopped.
My heart is high.
Then he heard: “You have passed, and our school has taken ten, and you are the second.” I’m sorry.
My forehead came out sweaty and I reached out and found myself crying.
Uncle robbed the phone and asked again.
When he learned of his grades, he began to nod his head: “Fine, thank you, thank you, thank you! I’m sorry.
My aunt came over and put it on the back and looked at me.
“You’ve come back pale. I thought it was over. I’m sorry.
The birth mother’s face is so sad.
murmuring, “I don’t know how to count from one to twenty, but I’m in one.” I’m sorry.
“How can you afford a high school student and a college student, or should I let her marry a good man?” I’m sorry.
Second Brother has been sleeping next door. He’s never liked her.
And this is the time when the door was opened with strangulation: “What does she have to do with you, my sister, being married or studying?” I’m sorry.
“My tuition can be loaned, my living expenses can be earned without her sacrifice. I’m sorry.
“You know how hard it is to get one in the first grade and how hard it is to get one in the first grade. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
“How can you talk to your aunt like that?” I’m sorry.
That’s how it works.
There’s a lot to be done.
The birth mother is red and white.
I took a deep breath, and I took a slow breath: “As I’m going to marry someone to collect the bride price, money is for my aunt and uncle. You already sent me out, can’t sell me again? I’m sorry.
The birth mother was pissed off.
Scolded me all the way.
He also said his uncle paid for the girl’s education and must have burned his brain.
My aunt killed an egged hen at night and gave me a big chicken leg.
“Eat it, remember to give me all the money! I’m sorry.
The women in the village also told their uncles:
“My son’s going to college for that kind of money, and he’s working hard to raise a girl, so don’t go to bed in a basket. I’m sorry.
“Neither one of my own girls is going to go to school. A niece is so sweet. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
A list of fees is attached to the acceptance letter, and school fees, accommodations and miscellaneous expenses are paid as soon as school starts.
“Where do I get this money?” I’m sorry.
“You’ll have to pay for your future work. I’m sorry.
Second Brother’s tuition fees can be loaned and the cost of living still needs to be prepared.
When you’re poor, you die a hero for a penny.
My uncle went around raising money, and some said, “Let’s get some food for your boss.” I’m sorry.
And his uncle laughed: “It is the parents’ duty to send their children to school, not his brother.” I’m sorry.
“We don’t have the money to support his wife in building a house. I’m sorry.
Second brother went to the county to teach and work at the Internet cafe.
Sleeping on the couch at night at the Internet cafe saves rent.
I want to do something.
That’s the day, the village’s got hair.
My hair is thick and thick, I’ve been here for five years, and it’s almost that long back.
After a bargain, 80 bucks was sold.
I ran home with the money and my aunt came back from the ground.
I gave her the money: “My aunt, I sold my hair and sold 80 bucks. I’m sorry.
8
“Who killed a thousand knives and cut your hair so short?” I’m sorry.
“It’s okay, Aunt. It’ll grow longer, and you don’t always say that my hair is too long to fall all over the house. I’m sorry.
“I’ll take you to the barber shop. It’s ugly. I’m sorry.
“No, you can cut me with scissors. Don’t waste five bucks. I’m sorry.
The evening of the red sun.
Aunt borrowed new shears and fixed my hair.
I’ll fix it and yell.
It wasn’t a thing to call me a jerk who lets someone cut my hair.
Scolded. She was quiet.
“You’ll still have your hair, of course you’ll have good hair. I’m sorry.
Second Brother came back and saw me lose my braid. He was so angry.
“Why don’t you cut a flat head? It doesn’t make any difference between a man and a woman. I’m sorry.
The birth mother also called me stupid when she knew: “You can sell at least $150 with your hair so long.” I’m sorry.
Three years in high school, I haven’t had long hair.
Because short hair is better managed without wasting time and energy.
Then the big brother turned back a thousand bucks to relieve his family of the rush.
I didn’t know until high school.
People are different.
Many of the students attend remedial classes during the summer break and learn too much in advance.
They keep up with their teachers, and I’m like an old cow, and I’m moving on.
The teachers tend to take care of the eugenics and do not take into account the understanding of those of us.
A month later, my self-confidence almost collapsed.
At eleven, the second brother came back.
I took the opportunity to ask him a question, and I fell down asking.
I can’t finish it. I can’t finish it.
Second Brother put down his pen: “Lewball, when I first went to high school, I felt like you, and I felt like I was stupid, and I felt like I was in a bad mood. I’m sorry.
“I want to learn everything, to prove myself. I’m sorry.
“Then I knew that learning should also be focused and abandoned. I’m sorry.
He told me that when you’re in junior high, you’ll have a class.
In science, arts subjects are largely unattractive, as long as they pass the test.
So I can make a choice now, one step ahead of the other, and build on it.
“Scientifics are relatively well-employed, literary memory is much more suitable for girls, you choose. I’m sorry.
And that night, the stars filled the sky.
Second Brother talks about the past and downplays it.
But it must have been hard for him to climb these mountains alone.
Now he’s got the light and he’s coming back to guide me, hoping I’ll take less turns.
I decided.
Forgive him for putting rats in my nest when he was little.
I want to work, I want to earn more.
So I chose science and abandoned history, politics and geography.
Because there’s less, I’m more focused, I’m much less stressed and I can feel my progress.
But mid-term exams rank, I’m over 40 in class.
Because of the Ventura, the total score is down.
And when the biological mother learned of my achievement, she said, “I told you, she is not a student, but it is only three. I’m sorry.
9
The village people also said, “The money of Song Tsumi’s family must have been burned. I’m sorry.
They’re not in a hurry! I’m sorry.
Not in a hurry.
My aunt is dying.
She wants to go, she thinks it’s bad.
After the winter break in the year of senior year, my uncle also worked with the foreman.
It was hard to get any rest on the site, but 3,000 dollars a month, much more than rice.
My aunt cooks for people on the site.
In addition to her salary, she could pick up some scrap wire and so forth, with nearly 2,000 earnings.
My aunt raised my living expenses to 300: “Your brother only paid 250 when you worked, it’ll cost me five times, okay? I’m sorry.
Okay, okay.
After all these years, I’m beginning to figure out her spleen.
She’s a knife.
I finally brought my girlfriend back on the winter break.
Aunt Zhang’s wedding.
But the girl asked for 100,000 bride price and had to buy a flat in the county.
It’s way beyond my uncle’s ability.
My uncle sat under the roof and smoked a whole bag of brilliance.
Flying snow.
How light it fell on his shoulder, but heavy, and bended his back.
Then the biological mother said, “If you listen to me, and do not send me to school, and let her marry, you will now marry your daughter-in-law.” I’m sorry.
Then she gave her brother an idea: “If you grow her up first, she’ll marry you if she has a child. I’m sorry.
There were a lot of men in that village, that’s how they got married.
Good-tempered uncle first got mad.
“Shut up, you’ll be less involved in my family. I’m sorry.
And the biological mother ran away, saying, “I am for your good, and I do not know the good.” I’m sorry.
This marriage didn’t work out.
He’s weak. He quit.
“He’s almost 26 years old, and he’s going to have his whole life. I’m sorry.
After his resignation, he took a wire and bought a second-hand computer.
The saliva of the village, bury my house.
He said his uncle’s greasy greasy, raised me as an incompetent niece.
He said he’s completely out of business, he doesn’t make money, he’s at home playing with computers.
10
My aunt’s been asking for a blind date.
But one of the ten villages refused to listen to the situation.
My aunt’s worried that Big Brother won’t be able to do it and work on the site.
Big brother can’t sleep during the day, and then at night the keyboard goes up and up.
My aunt couldn’t help but urge him to say, “The girl will have it again. You have to pull yourself together and not play with the computer all day.” I’m sorry.
“I’m not playing with computers, I’m writing novels to make money. I’m sorry.
He said he’d never make any money in his life.
I don’t believe you.
I want to see what big brother wrote.
“This is not what your sister saw.” I’m sorry.
I’ll believe it too.
And it was a long time before I realized that the Internet regulation wasn’t so strict at the time, and the big brother wrote a novel on the ground.
The sound of the firecrackers is a year old.
I’ve got six months left, and I’m on my way.
After a second grade, I was in science focus.
When I dropped my zipping subject, my ranking went straight up.
When I was in the arts, I was in grade 98.
2nd and 1st final, I’m in 76.
At the end of the second year, I was in sixty-two.
First final in third grade, I’m in the 55th grade.
It’s harder to get up.
Steadyness is already gnawing on the teeth, trying to take a step further, and it feels like it’s going to break through countless bands.
I often feel like I can’t do it anymore.
At the table of the New Year’s dinner, the second brother comforted me by saying, “Be calm, you just have to hold on to this score and take a final 985.” I’m sorry.
“This is excellent. Sometimes we are crushed not by the scales outside, but by the heavy straw in your heart. I’m sorry.
That night, the computer guy insisted on giving me $500.
“Lew beads, buy sugar. I’m sorry.
Actually, I don’t like sugar anymore.
I’m eight years old and I haven’t been around since I was a kid.
Maybe he remembers me as the little girl who hid and ate his uncle’s snack.
My aunt told people that Big Brother can make money by writing novels on his computer.
No one believed it.
“I’ve never heard of computers making money. I’m sorry.
“Yes, at least a middle school student. My son graduated from junior high and can now take over 2,000. I’m sorry.
“The current seems to be useless, and it is feared that it will become an old scoundrel. I’m sorry.
At the beginning of the second year, the birth mother went back to his mother’s house.
She snuck me aside and put a hundred bucks on me: “This is for your old money, so keep it, and don’t let your uncle know.” I’m sorry.
“Go buy some nice clothes and some delicious ones. I’m sorry.
I threw it back at her: “I don’t want to. I can’t buy so much for a hundred dollars.” I’m sorry.
The birth mother is embarrassed.
Then I overheard her father and asked her, “What are you doing with the money you’re going to lose?” I’m sorry.
“What do you know, if she goes to a good college, she’s in a good relationship, and she won’t help Xiao Wai.” I’m sorry.
Listen.
Is that human?
I started school at the beginning of the sixth month, and it became more intense.
Now look at the hundred days, it seems like a blink.
When you’re in it, it seems like a long time.
Those papers that I couldn’t finish gave me the illusion that they would never come.
And yet it came.
It’s just June, but it’s very hot.
On the treetops outside the examination, the noise continues.
When I was four years old, my sister took me with her to pick up the rag.
This thing can take drugs, it can trade money.
Pick it up and we’ll split up.
Night invasion, dim forest.
I’m crying and trying to find my way home.
I don’t know how many times I fell to get out of the woods.
I fell and hit the village, and I saw my home.
The light was on, and both parents and two sisters were eating.
One man takes the side of the table, full of all, so harmonious.
Like I…
It’s not there.
God took a nap, put me in the wrong place, the wrong family.
Good thing it fixes the wrongs after the nap.
Put me back at my uncle’s.
My uncle and my two brothers are the family of my destiny.
I have to get good grades for them.
I felt like I was full of water the other day.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
When the four exams are over, all the water is out.
The body is empty and even the soul is floating in the air.
It’s empty.
I walked out of the exam.
And heard a familiar cry, “Lowball…”
I looked up, and among hundreds of waiting parents, I saw my aunt.
The sun leans west and falls on her white hair.
She’s sweating all over her forehead and waving her arms at me.
My floating soul fell in the ground.
Ahh.
There’s an invisible line holding me.
And even if it leads to the ends of the earth,
My aunt took me to the village on a motorcycle.
I don’t know.
“I and your uncle suffered so much from all the gossip we had to offer you. I’m sorry.
“If you become unbelieving, you will be struck by thunder.” I’m sorry.
The sunset is over, the light is full.
I held my aunt’s waist, my face slowly held her back, and I said, “I know.” I’m sorry.
Aunt stopped talking.
Only the summer wind brought the smell of laundry powder on her clothes.
On the day of his grade, his uncle took leave to return to the village and his aunt was up early.
She hasn’t stopped for a minute from about 5 a.m. to 12 noon.
The same thing goes back and forth a dozen times.
At last it’s time for you to open the scoring website.
After entering the ID information, the 10 seconds of the jump, the needles in the room were delicious.
Eleven.
Languages 125, Mathematics 123, English 139, General 251.
Total score 638.
That year, science had a line of 567.
It’s just like my usual grades. It’s a steady performance.
That moment, my aunt was awakened.
“I’d like to see whose daughter will have my niece. I’m sorry.
In the afternoon, she ran around the village wearing a straw hat and groaned in her face: “Student, 638 points, giving her college again. I’m sorry.
I filled out 985 next door.
Aunt insisted on giving me a promotion.
She’s so happy: “These people do a little shit to drink, and we’re so happy, so what? I’m sorry.
“Then you must tell everyone that in the future you will be good to me and your uncle, and you’ll be mad at those tongue-breathing bitches. I’m sorry.
The feast is open for twelve tables.
The aunt of the village has changed her face and the voices of envy have been heard.
“You niece is right. You married two college students. I’m sorry.
“The neutron looks smart. I told you she’d make it. I’m sorry.
“When the two of them graduate, your husband and wife will be better off! I’m sorry.
“Your aunt and uncle are your parents, and you must be filial. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
It’s the hot air. The mother who had a few beers took my hand.
Her eyes were red and her face was sore.
“My sister, I’m so happy you’re going to college. I’m sorry.
“You’re as smart as I am. Mom knew you’d make it. I’m sorry.
“Mother had to foster you at his uncle’s house to have a brother.” I’m sorry.
“I’ve been thinking about you. I wanted to take you home, and I didn’t want to interfere with your studies. I’m sorry.
“You were born to your mother, and our family was still together. Thanks to your aunt and uncle for all these years, I’ll leave them alone. I’m sorry.
She dragged her cousin, who was eating and drinking, “Wei, call your sister to come home.” I’m sorry.
Zhang Wei looked at me and said, “It’s not like you’re going to the North China. I’m sorry.
She’s got two daughters and she’s got a big belly.
“Three sisters, they are your biological parents, and you are a child, and you cannot take revenge. We shall be reunited.” I’m sorry.
12
My brain’s buzzing.
I know they’re low, and I didn’t think they’d get that far.
And even more funny, there are people who agree:
“Abidance is a blessing, and so is life. You’re a college student and you’re gonna make a big deal out of it. I’m sorry.
The raw mother’s smile doesn’t laugh.
“Remember, of course, the good things of my aunt and uncle, but if I hadn’t given you birth, you wouldn’t have today. Mostly remember me and your father…”
“We are the real family.” I’m sorry.
I dumped her.
“Uncle, Uncle I remember when you sent me away you said you would never be my parents again. I’m sorry.
“You haven’t asked me about my studies in years. I’m sorry.
“I didn’t pay a penny for school, I didn’t buy a pair of socks and a dress. I’m sorry.
“In my junior high, you wanted to sell me for the bride price. I’m sorry.
“My aunt and uncle have been raising me for more than a decade. “My aunt hasn’t bought any new clothes in three years of high school!” I’m sorry.
“Now that I’m in college, you came to recognize me? I’m sorry.
“What are your ideas, you think I don’t know? I’m sorry.
I said, “Do you think you can be nice to me now, and when I graduate to earn money, I’ll be lying down and sucking blood on me so that I can raise your son?” I’m sorry.
“Dreams, dreams!”
“I won’t give you any money. I’m sorry.
“You son of a bitch, your father, who taught you to talk to me like this?” I’m sorry.
My uncle and brother-in-law went up and stopped him.
The silent brother dragged me behind him.
“Wei is your brother and you deserve to help him.” I’m sorry.
“Mother had no choice but to make amends, okay? I’m sorry.
She’s kneeling.
If she were to kneel down today, my reputation would stink and the village would surely be morally kidnapped and my ancestors would be born.
I’ll never get rid of this disgusting family again.
I’m so mad at my eyes and I can’t stop cutting this bitch off.
That’s when my aunt went up and grabbed Mom’s hair.
“Song Chun-hwa, don’t give me that. I’m sorry.
“For the sake of the beads, I have endured it. But you’re so embarrassing. I’m sorry.
“You treated me like I’m your brother, you worked so hard to raise your daughter, you want to move home? I’m sorry.
“To dream of your spring and autumn!” I’m sorry.
“I’ll have the money for the bride price after the beads, and I’ll get the salary. I’ve raised her for more than 10 years. I’m sorry.
“You can take her back, you can give me $100,000 at once, and I’ll give her back! I’m sorry.
At this point, the crowds reacted, pulling two people apart.
My aunt sat on the floor and cried, “My life is so hard, I’ve been married to Song’s house for so many years, old ladies have bullied me, now my sister-in-law is doing me…”
She cried at all these years for me.
When I was seven years old, I had a fever, and in the middle of the winter she ran to a village doctor with her bare feet.
When she was 10 years old, she went to school to pick me up and when she came back, she almost washed me away by the flood.
Slashed by a branch in the leg and now there’s a scar.
In the middle school years, she had almost a dozen acres on her own to make more money to subsidize my tuition.
High school will be at the construction site, at 12 noon, hot sun, and she’ll be wearing a straw hat to pick up a nail for the junk…
“I dig my heart, I raise my liver, you say take it. I’m sorry.
“What’s going on? I’d rather die! I’m sorry.
13
People were shocked.
I’m pale too.
Everyone calms their aunts and accuses them:
“You’ve got no conscience. You’re gonna have to kill your sister-in-law to make you feel better, right? I’m sorry.
“You haven’t had a flounder in over a decade, and you don’t care. I’m sorry.
“If you really care about her, all these years there’s a chance to go back. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
“The birth mother is still not willing: she is my own and I will not let go…”
Bullshit! Uncle, he’s so angry, he says, “Whether he can’t leave her, or if he can’t spare her the money she’ll earn later, you know it! I’m sorry.
“If you do this again, this is not your mother’s house. I’m sorry.
The birth mother was so pale, she couldn’t believe it.
He was a good-tempered uncle and, having grown up to several years old, had always been tolerant of her.
The birth mother licked her lips and pinned her last hope on me: “My sister, I was wrong, and now I think you’re back and I’m trying to relieve your uncle. I’m sorry.
“I’m in charge of your college expenses with your father, your brother doesn’t make money with his computer, and your brother has a graduate degree. I’m sorry.
“What about tuition? I’m sorry.
“The school fees are not loans. I’m sorry.
Look, she’s got it all figured out.
It’s worth a hundred bucks a month for a college girl to become a horse for the rest of her life.
“Whoever says I don’t make money, wait.” I’m sorry.
He said that he had taken a bag from the bedroom, and from it five stacks of 100 dollars in full, which he threw at the group table with red plastic tablecloths.
Coolly said:
“Sweet, you’re going to graduate school. I’m sorry.
I’m responsible for your college fees, your living expenses! I’m sorry.
$50,000, not a dime!
Full of silence.
The birth mother looked at a table of red tickets and swallowed her mouth.
“Where did you get so much money? I’m sorry.
Big brother shrugged his shoulder: “I told you I write novels that make money.” I’m sorry.
He also paid his aunt a living allowance.
But my aunt thought he was swollen and fat and paid for his previous work at the factory.
My aunt came down in tears: “Good luck, it’s none of your business to read, I’ll save it for you and then buy a wife-in-law.” I’m sorry.
She put the money away, and the mother kept following it.
My aunt went in the room, and my biological mother followed, and he smiled at her face: “My sister-in-law, my sister-in-law, I’m going to build a house for Wei…”
My aunt stopped and looked at her, “Who is your sister-in-law? I have no sister like you. I’m sorry.
“This money is the best wife’s money, and no one will take a cent from me! I’m sorry.
I’ll push in.
She’s brushing her hair and tearing her tears.
I stood at the door and hanged, “Sorry, Aunt…”
She’s got a bad voice, but she’s a man of honor.
She never complains to anyone, and she doesn’t throw up.
That was a deformation.
My aunt turned back, tied her hair with a band and turned her back without tears.
And she said to me, “According to him who is like your aunt, he will attack him with evil.” You don’t make sense! I’m sorry.
“If I’ve raised you for so many years, if you’ve soft ears to help her raise her son, I’ll slap you to death. I’m sorry.
“I know. I’m sorry.
“Wep, happy day. “Don’t cry, our Song family will be a good day.” I’m sorry.
“They’re all jealous. I’m sorry.
She touched my hair, and she said, “The exam was over, and the hair was left behind.” Little sister still has nice hair. I’m sorry.
Aunt put two locks on the door and took me back to the table.
Big brother is surrounded by women.
“How do you make money with computers?”
“What’s going on in a month? I’m sorry.
“My son graduated from junior high. Can he make this money? I’m sorry.
“We have a niece at our mother’s house, 22 years old, graduate college, so beautiful, I’ll introduce you! I’m sorry.
“I also have a niece, 20 years old, a kindergarten teacher, in good condition. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
One foot, seven feet, one hundred and thirty pounds in a bunch of bitches, and he’s weak and helpless.
The women are still fighting to sell their own dolls.
And then he pushed his glasses and whispered, “I’ve actually got someone. I’m sorry.
14
“What? I’m sorry.
Aunt holler flatly.
He’s the one he met in the group of authors.
He’s an amateur. He’s going to be a senior.
“You’re not being fooled, are you? Did she ask you to buy tea?” I’m sorry.
A boy from our village bought over a hundred pounds of tea for a couple of online lovers.
Finally broke up.
So, as everyone in the village knows, a tea girl can’t take it.
“No, we’ve seen her before, and I have pictures of her. I’m sorry.
He took a photo from his wallet.
The girls were clean, laughing two dimples, with bright eyes.
I’m sorry to hear that.
As if missing a billion.
But not so long ago, they didn’t like Big Brother so much that he didn’t make money.
It’s been a long time since I found out there’s a word that suits my brother: social fear.
He looks cool, he doesn’t say much.
Actually, it’s because he’s not good at dealing with people.
More often than not, he’s immersed in his own binary world.
While I was in college, I happened to know about Big Brother’s vest.
He’s a country author, and there’s a lot of fans.
It’s written by the country healer, the country figure.
It’s popular. No wonder it’s so profitable.
At the end of the feast, the birth mother left with a lie: “Sir, don’t get me wrong. Mother still cares about you.” I’m sorry.
“The heartless thing should have drowned you in the septic tank.” I’m sorry.
I smiled, “But I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive and I’m gonna get better and better, and this is not about you.” I’m sorry.
My father almost died.
My sister disagrees: “My parents have difficulties, and you must understand them. I’m sorry.
I asked her, “Is it policy to give birth to three children now?” I’m sorry.
She lamented: “You have to have a son, or your brother-in-law and his parents can’t explain.” I’m sorry.
Two nieces dressed in worn clothes and frightfully looked at me.
My eldest daughter was almost my age.
I said to my sister, “Why didn’t you come to me when you took me to the mountains to pick up the rag when you were four? I’m sorry.
I can’t remember! I’m sorry.
Look.
They give you a heartache, a fear that you will never forget, but they say: I do not remember.
“But I remember. I whispered, “If I stayed in Zhang’s house, I could die in a four-year-old mountain, in a seven-year-old fever, in a 10-year-old rain…”
“But I can’t stand here as a college student. I’m sorry.
Sister, don’t lie to yourself. Do they love us daughters? Do you really not know? I’m sorry.
15
Or maybe she was loved as an elder daughter.
But I’m the third daughter.
I’ve never been loved.
She didn’t look so good when she left.
Even though Big Brother said I could pay my tuition, I did.
So he bought me a smart machine as a reward.
The school is in the provincial capital and the bus is only two hours away.
My aunt and uncle insisted on taking me.
And his brother turned his eyes: “I went to report and none of you was delivered. I went by myself.” I’m sorry.
And his uncle slapped him in the back: “What is it that you, a boy, send?” I’m sorry.
“Your sister is a girl. Can you do the same? I’m sorry.
Actually, there was a word for uncle.
Daughter slave.
He was impatient with his two brothers, but he never spoke with me.
Two days before we left, my aunt bought her hair cream.
“Lowball, you dye my hair, you see I have more white hair than black hair. I’m sorry.
The ointment stings.
And I whispered, “Don’t dye, you look good too. I’m sorry.
“As a matter of course, when I was young, I was a flower.” I’m sorry.
“But I’ll send you to school in a few days, dye it, so you don’t lose face with a white hair. I’m sorry.
No way.
Aunt.
You’re the best parent in the world.
You’re the best mother in the world.
There’s only a few left. Uncle’s coming back.
He touched his head, “Don’t waste it. I’m sorry.
The second brother leaned on the door and turned on the acid in the white eye.
The dorm is a six-person bed.
Aunt gave me a place to lean in.
“It’s cold by the window, it’s cold by the door, it’s windy by the door, and it’s probably gonna have to get up and open the door in the middle of the night. I’m sorry.
Uncle gave me something to eat.
The aunt next door said, “Your daughter looks like your father, but not like you.” I’m sorry.
“She’s my niece, and I’m her aunt. I’m sorry.
16
Aunty’s beautiful.
Seems to be wondering why my aunt and uncle sent it, but didn’t say anything.
“I was raised by my uncle, and my uncle was my mother and father.” I’m sorry.
In that moment, my aunt shivering with her hand in the underwhelm.
A few seconds later, she focused on her head: “Yes, though I was not born, my dear daughter.” I’m sorry.
Second Brother wanted to study for graduate school, but he hesitated to take into account his family situation.
Right now, Big Brother gave him a pill, and he started to do his best.
He’s always smart. He didn’t have that kind of a book at the time.
He went to Zheung’s graduate school.
No tuition fees are required.
His coaches were well chosen, followed by projects every month, with subsidies.
I’ve got free money for my birthday present.
While I was in college, more than 50 uncles studied electricians and learned technology and worked with renovation companies.
It’s not a call, it’s a bag.
Make a family count as a family money.
Uncles work hard, work hard, make millions of dollars a month.
My aunt followed my uncle around, sometimes working as a clerk at the supermarket, sometimes at a hotel, and in any case not busy.
A family’s day is over.
Uncle wants to push the old house out of the house and rebuild it.
Brother 2 strongly advised him to buy a house in County.
“No one has lived in the house since.” I’m sorry.
“No preservation space. I’m sorry.
That’s when Uncle smoked and said:
“I’ll live with your mother, and you’ll come back. I’m sorry.
“The city is better. Me and your mother’s roots are still in the village. I’m sorry.
The village is now full of buildings. We are the only ones living in the old flat.
My aunt and uncle have been laughed at many times in the village.
The building of a new building may be about not just old age, but face and bottom.
Big brother’s girlfriend’s coming in.
To meet her, Big Brother took me to the county to buy.
Didn’t expect to meet his ex-girlfriend.
Counting days, they broke up exactly three years ago.
17
The ex-girlfriend held a child in her hand.
The sky was snowing and two people were standing in front of the clothing city, and they were just talking.
“Are you married now?”
“Soon, my subject will come to my house in a few days. I’m sorry.
“Do you still work at the factory?”
“No, I’m a freelancer, making money at home. I’m sorry.
“Do you have a bride price?” I’m sorry.
Big brother smiled: “I told her she didn’t like it. I’m sorry.
The smile of an ex-girlfriend is so pale: “Well, good luck to you.” I’m sorry.
It’s too cold for her kids to make a scene.
She’s got the baby. Big brother says goodbye.
Then she said, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Into the clothing city, the air-conditioning hot wind came up.
Big brother’s dark.
I’m a little upset: “Why don’t you tell her you’re making money now and punch her in the face…”
“I didn’t fight, I couldn’t blame her. After all, there’s no fate. I’m sorry.
“She’s been in love with me for two years, and she hasn’t given her anything good, but she’s been devastated. You see how she’s dressed. She must be having a hard time. I’m sorry.
“There is no need to hit her again. I’m sorry.
I think.
It’s probably because Big Brother likes others to understand others so he can write a novel.
Big brother’s love path is still a bit difficult.
Sister-in-law is an only daughter and a college student.
Her family didn’t agree at first.
Then he bought a house and a car in the capital.
Sister-in-law’s cousin happens to be a website editor.
The situation at home is also different from that of previous years.
Uncle has a trade and there is no external debt.
Second brother is a graduate student, and I’m a serious college student.
The future will never become a burden for the big brother, but it will also support each other.
So much has been done to make things right at the age of 30.
In the village.
There’s no serious college.
Big brother’s got a lot of junior high school kids in fourth grade.
On the day of the marriage to the mother-in-law ‘ s tea, his aunt cried as a tearman.
She held her hand: “You’ve been a good boy since you were a kid and you don’t talk.” I’ll leave it to you from now on. I’m sorry.
“I don’t have to worry about him. I’m sorry.
I’ll tell you what.
Or he can’t hear you.
My aunt must have forgotten that she would have taken the knife and cut him.
2nd brother, signed a state enterprise in Shanghai.
The annual salary is good, and after working full time, it helps to settle in.
Aunt is so mad.
“So far away, can you lean on him? I’m sorry.
“This son is white. He’s been naughty since he was a kid. I knew it, now I’m in the sky. I’m sorry.
The second brother picked up his cell phone and said, “If I don’t call, I won’t go.” I’m sorry.
18
“What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.
I want to graduate early and return home.
But brother and brother encouraged me to study.
“Now, it’s not that high, and it’s not that easy for you to study after graduation. I’m sorry.
“Daddy and Mommy have us, what do you want? I’m sorry.
“You have to go first, but you can’t have it.” I’m sorry.
I said, “What if you get a test?” I’m sorry.
“I’m fine with your uncle. I’m sorry.
Oh, my God.
“You’re going to graduate? We’ll be old girls. Can we still get married? I’m sorry.
“I think it’s right to come out early and make money. I’m sorry.
I turned my eyes on her.
“It’s none of your business whether I read or marry.” I’m sorry.
The professional teacher was the second brother who asked me about the choice.
I called her earlier.
And finally she became her student.
That’s why he met Liang Ching, my senior brother, and then his boyfriend.
After graduate studies, we stayed together in provincial cities.
In fact, there are better opportunities in the field.
But I don’t want to be that far away from my aunt.
Working for two years, marriage is on the agenda.
My uncle’s back was bent and there were not many black hair left.
Liang Ching knows where I am.
We saved $200,000 together.
I gave my uncle the bank card: “The bride price was for you and your uncle. Here’s $200,000. I’m sorry.
Later, when our house was being renovated, my aunt took out the card: “I didn’t move any of the money. I’m sorry.
“You take care of yourself, I and your uncle can take care of yourself now, and then you can’t make any money. I’m sorry.
Liang Cheng’s family is in good condition, and the wedding is at a hotel in provincial city.
The birth mother’s probably an old fool.
And when he came to us, he said: “I am your own mother. Then I will come up with your father and let her son-in-law give us tea.” I’m sorry.
I’ll just give her a roll.
The day of the ceremony.
The master asked me to make tea with Uncle Leung.
“Dad, Mom. I’m sorry.
And I said, “Dad, Mom. I’m sorry.
Uncle…
No, it was an opportunity, and I changed my mouth.
Call them mom and dad from now on.
Mom and Dad were crying and nodding.
“I’m just a baby girl and you promise me you’ll be nice to her for the rest of my life.” I’m sorry.
Mom, head down and flip the red bag out of her pocket.
Her hair was new, but her hair was white.
She delivered the thick red bag to Liang.
“When the beads were small, they suffered little. If you marry her, you can’t let her suffer anymore. I’m sorry.
My eyes were filled with tears, and Liang was with Liang Cheng, who gave thanks for their upbringing.
And there is grace and grace.
For me, a gift is far greater than a gift.
When I was a child, I used to have nightmares and dreamt that I was in the middle of that dense forest surrounded by countless twilights and would never escape.
And then the nightmare started to get away from me.
Since when?
Maybe it was when my uncle brought me snacks the 100th time.
Maybe it’s when my aunt’s cursing many times and still keeps me hot.
It’s their love, it’s their brother’s love.
Let me out of the four-year-old woods and have an infinite sky.
Note
There were also minor incidents during the university period.
Two years older than me.
When I was studying, she worked outside.
She didn’t return my promotion.
But freshman winter she’s back.
She gave me a silver necklace to celebrate my college entrance.
She took it.
However, only a few days later, the birth mother left for relatives.
She said she bought the necklace for her and gave it to me by accident.
How much is a silver necklace worth? She’s coming back to Babadi.
This is ridiculous.
I gave her back the necklace.
Since then, she has become more and more disgusted.
I was studying while catching up with Mom on her 60th birthday.
I bought her a gold necklace for free.
That’s the difference between daughter and son.
Both brothers pay directly, not so much.
Mom yelled at me: “Why waste so much money? How expensive is this chain? I’m sorry.
She put it on after lunch and ran around the village.
“My little girl has no way of doing her job, and I’ve worked so hard every day to buy me a necklace like this. I don’t get to wear it. I’m sorry.
“Look, she’s wasted money! I’m sorry.
“Do you girls buy you gold necklaces? I’m sorry.
I’ve offended a lot of aunts.
The birth mother then saw the chain and was jealous.
Besides, she needs one.
“Didn’t I buy you a silver necklace that year?” I’m sorry.
The smile on her face didn’t hold up.
Our brothers and sisters all walked out of the village and our parents stayed there.
In addition to the need for them to look after the children, they will stay in our house for some time, and at other times they prefer to stay in the country.
Well, then, there’s the wi-fi.
You can play video every day.
Dad’s credit is bad, but Mom’s got it.
Every day, the knowledge of impostors is published in the home community.
Similar: There’s a lesson for dinner at the end of the year.
Parents need to be careful and one move to avoid tragedy.
One sip a day, the kids don’t build.
The kid’s crying, maybe this is cheating.
I don’t know.
I went on a business trip with you once, and I met you in Shenyang.
2nd brother sent a video to Mom.
After talking, he said, “Where’s my dad?” I’m sorry.
As soon as the camera turns, Dad’s watching the news.
Even in mountain villages, he cares about national affairs every day.
And he said, “Mom, I’ve been on a business trip with a neon. We’re having dinner together.” I’m sorry.
Only the little dad in the camera stood up and a big face was put on the camera.
“Where are the neutrons?”
“Where are you on business? I’m sorry.
He kept talking.
“Dad, tell me the truth, “It’s you who owns it, and I am the one who takes it.” I’m sorry.
Dad’s impatient: “You go up, you’re blocking the camera. I’m sorry.
I almost died.
He hangs his son, and the marriage never ends.
Mom’s in a hurry to get married every time she plays video.
By the time he was 30, he finally talked to someone, a five-year-old sister.
Superman!
The ability to work is very strong, and the income is three times that of Brother II.
Mom’s not happy, “Well, it’s hard to have kids. I’m sorry.
“and your brother looked like a hoop in front of her. I wouldn’t dare call my son that. I’m sorry.
He looked at her and said, “Don’t worry about me. I’ve been chasing her for years. If you’re messing with me, I won’t be married in my life.” I’m sorry.
When we got married, the second brother’s mouth was on the back of his head.
“Fine, I’ve got bad teeth. I’ve had a good life. I’m sorry.
Your sister-in-law is soft, and your sister-in-law is very strong.
When my mother grew older, my sister-in-law made the decision.
Mom took this daughter-in-law slowly.
Even in the village:
“My daughter-in-law’s money is a big deal. Buy me a pottower. I’m sorry.
“Buy a massage chair. Ten thousand. We don’t need this in the field.”
“Take me to buy a gold necklace and choose a chain bigger than a dog’s. I’m sorry.
“You’ll make money, you can’t waste it! I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I always reminded her that if you go on like this, no one will talk to you.
She did not think that they were all like this. Your aunt-in-law bought her a golden bracelet, and she showed it to me 800 times. I’m sorry.
That’s normal parents right there.
They don’t really need that.
But when children think about them, and they’re good to them, they’re happy.
It’s the capital and the bottom of their backs.
Unlike my sister, she didn’t follow her orders.
She ran off with her boyfriend.
Two years without a word.
Later in the year, he came back with the baby.
She was so angry with her mother that he called her unfaithful, she called her white-eyed wolf, and she called her heart and heart.
So what?
The children are born.
There’s no way to sell a good price.
The birth mother also tried to scratch her and she was not used to her.
Mothers and daughters have a cold relationship.
But the second sister was at home in the city, too, and my movement got more intense.
On my thirtieth birthday, my sister gave me a gold necklace: “Supplied you.” I’m sorry.
Turns out she knew about the silver necklace.
We drank a lot of wine that day, and she was red, and her eyes said, “Tell you something funny. I’m sorry.
Since you went to college, Mom and Dad have told me so many times. Say I’m incompetent, not smart. I should have sent me away and left you. I’m sorry.
I can imagine how hard it would be for me to hear that.
I held her hand: “If I stayed in Zhang’s house, I wouldn’t go to college, let alone graduate school.” I’m sorry.
“You’re doing well, too. You’re actually better than me. I’m sorry.
Under the brainwashing of her biological parents, she was not assimilated like her sister, and she insisted on herself.
Having left their biological parents and with their junior secondary education, they had their own place.
Actually, she deserves a big book.
The birth mother had high hopes for Zhang Wei.
In her opinion, since I’m going to college, I’m sure he’s not.
After all, Zhang Wei is the prince, and that is surely the strength of the heavens and the earth.
But Zhang Wei didn’t even get one.
Zhang Wei’s record is far too poor to be paid.
He went to a middle school.
It’s fun and eating every day.
After graduation to the factory, three days of fishing and two days of tan.
Eyes low.
One year is mostly free.
The mother and father were in a hurry.
But there’s no way.
This is Prince Zhang’s son.
When I was born, Zhang Wei was not married.
The birth mother gave him a lot of things, and it didn’t work out.
Maybe he’ll be naked forever.
Who knows.
It’s okay with me anyway.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
