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In 1994, me I grew up playing at my grandma’s house. This is a picture taken at that time. My mother's original name is Quansheng Liang, meaning the overall victory of the cultural revolution... She didn't like the name so she changed it to Yuping Liang (The writing is quite complicated). My mother had a very difficult life when she was young. When she was young, she was held high in her sister’s arms. On another time, my mother was called by my brother to dance on the bed, and she fell off the bed while dancing. Then she made a cut on her chin, the scar is still visible now. She had to go out to get water. The place where to get water is in the edge of a cliff. At that time, mother took the hot water and wanted to walk back, while there were children playing in the roadside and throwing stones. One of the stones were thrown on my mother’s forehead, she fall from the cliff directly. She was unconscious. Everyone gathered around her, yet grandpa told everyone not to move. Everybody form a circle, my mom still had no response. After a while, mother woke up by herself. Now the scar on her head are clearly visible. In short, my mother always said that she was dropped too many times when she was a child, so she was so stupid that she could not be admitted to a good school. My aunt said that my mother was very hard-working when she was a child, and no one worked harder than her. she took the high school entrance examination three times alone. At that time, few people were willing to retake the exam. She was very stubborn and had perseverance. But on the other hand, she is really stupid, because she failed many times in the exam, and finally only went to a technical secondary school. According to my aunt, my mother was very smug when she was a child. She kept looking in the mirror when she came back from class every day, and even the mirror was about to explode. I was surprised to hear that, because my mother didn’t look like that kind of person. But in fact, when I think about it later, my mother is really smug, always saying that she wants to have a medical operation to get rid of her under-eye puffiness. Once my mother and her little sister were walking together. A stone flew in the dark. I don’t know where the kid was playing with a slingshot. The stone hit my mother in one of her eyes. At that time, my mother was in pain. She went home and cried. She cried and said she couldn’t see. Then grandma was very anxious to take her to see a doctor. When she was in the hospital, mother’s eyes slowly became all right again. At that time, the medical level was limited. The doctor just looked at it and said that the cornea had fallen off a bit and there was no other problem. So grandma took her mother home. Later, I was too young to remember. At that time, the feed factory where Mom and Dad worked closed down, and both of them were laid off. My mother’s eye seemed to be gradually blind. I heard Grandma say that at that time, my mother became very autistic, did not communicate with people, and did not look straight in other people’s eyes. Originally, Grandma did not know about this, but just went to attend an activity, which seemed to be a family gathering. Then grandma saw that there was something wrong with my mother. She didn’t talk to others or look at them. Later, my mother said there was something wrong with her eyes, so grandma went to the hospital to see a doctor. The doctor said that maybe it was because of the incident that her eyes lost their eyesight. Mother is strong, because from the appearance that no one can see the eye disease, so she didn’t tell others. And did not let grandma tell the family, so up to now this matter is still very few people know. My father knew about this, as if my mother had become more self-abased because of this, and dared not look at others, so she was also told not to look for a job, she can took care of me at home. And then my father went to work in another place by himself. I was quite impressed, because I never knew that one of my mother’s eyes could not see, and I remember that they had never told me about it. I only knew that my mother had no residual light in one eye, so her vision was a little impaired. She couldn’t drive, and there was a disabled certificate, but my mother never used it. And I didn’t care too much, because really, no matter in appearance or in life, I don’t even see these signs. It is also possible that for too long, my mother is used to the world of one eye, but she really can’t play badminton and table tennis accurately because she can’t locate the position. I remember that when I first learned about this, I was shocked and felt that my mother was lying to me, because she had always been a rather exaggerated person, so I thought she was exaggerating again. When I asked her which eye had problem, she said she couldn’t remember clearly. Is it possible that she can’t even remember the eyes she uses to see the world every day? So I was more suspicious of her, but then I thought to myself that it might have been too long, and it had become a part of her life. She was not sensible when she was young, and I blamed her for not going out to work, which made my mother cry angrily. At that time, she used PHS phone. She was so angry that she threw the PHS, but she still threw it on the sofa. She didn’t dare to throw it on the floor, because she didn’t have the money to buy a new one. Now it’s quite sad to think about it. Only when I knew what happened when my mother was a child, I could understand some of her choices. When she was laid off and stayed at home to take care of me, she was actually a child in her twenties, and she never thought about how to raise the child or how to educate a child. So I grew up like herding sheep. Not to mention her playing mahjong at the mahjong table the day before I was born. When I was a child, she used to play mahjong all night and would write me a guarantee that she would never play cards again later. But without much experience in the workplace and worldly experience, she is as playful and stubborn as a child. However, when she was a child, she was so stubborn and strong that she was so self-abased that she became a housewife. In fact, she was also very helpless. Her long-term absence from work led to her shallow understanding of things and straightforward contacts with people. My father now says that mother is very naive and I feel like it’s a commendatory word. My grandfather was a soldier when he was young, participated in the War to resist US aggression and Aid Korea, there is a commemorative enamel cup sent by the government at that time. According to my mother, Grandpa is a very strict person. He wants his children to get up early in the morning to do exercises. No coughing is allowed on the dinner table. The quilt must be folded neatly like tofu blocks. Grandpa lost his hair quickly when he got old, but he grew a long beard, probably because he liked playing tai chi and running in the morning. When I was young, I remember that he always got up early, turned on the radio and began to play tai chi. His body looked very strong and he went to run marathons when he was very old. In his spare time, he liked to take two round balls and roll them around in the palm of his hand. I liked his beard very much. I always touched it, and I enjoyed touching it from top to bottom. It feels like very special. Later, I don’t know why, he likes exercise so much, but his body ages so fast that he will soon never be able to play tai chi again. And can’t run a marathon. He was suffering from Parkinson’s disease, and his body became more and more powerless. He began to walk slowly and talk less and less. Grandma has bad ears, he has bad legs, often grandma doesn’t hear the doorbell, he hears it, but he can only walk very slowly to open the door. When I was a little older, I remember that he basically stopped talking, just watching TV alone, listening to grandma say that he became very stubborn, disobedient. When he felt uncomfortable or disobedient, he wouldn’t talk to his family. Once when we went home, I saw that his face was all bruised and his eyes were purple. I was scared and asked what was going on, my little uncle said, because my grandfather fell down when he was going upstairs. He couldn’t use his strength on his hands and feet and couldn’t get up, but he was very stubborn and refused to call anyone, so he lay there all the time. Little uncle didn’t see grandpa lying there until he went downstairs, so he quickly helped him up. I respect him, but I don’t understand why he is so stubborn. It is said that when he was a soldier in the army, he was arranged to marry my grandmother, but he did not meet my grandmother at that time, and the two only exchanged letters. Later, when he met with Grandma, he saw that my grandmother was short and her skin was dark, so my Grandpa was not very satisfied, but he had no other choices. So I heard that Grandpa hasn’t been very happy all the time, and he didn’t talk to Grandma very much. I think he may not be unhappy because of this matter later, he should be happy sometimes, but no one knows what he is thinking. He died in my third year of high school, and my mother said not to tell me because of my college entrance examination, but my father said I should know it. I thought my mother’s idea was stupid. Grandma was a chemistry teacher in a middle school. I heard that she has been teaching for a long time, and her family is also a landlord family. She is relatively rich and does not bind small feet (my mother-in-law has bound small feet). When I asked her if she had bound small feet, she was surprised and said what was the age and why she would do that. I heard that she was very wild and playful when she was a child, and she always played with boys. If she wants to eat the cake downstairs, she will hang a rope directly from upstairs, with money tied to it, and then the cake seller will hang a cake up. I don't know what Grandma thought about that Grandpa is not satisfied with their chosen marriage. It seems that there is less communication between them, but grandma is naturally optimistic and has a good attitude because of her upbringing environment. She is a lovely old woman. She has a bad ear when she is old, and she doesn't want to wear a hearing aid. When aunt buys it for her, she doesn't use it. She says she's not used to it, and if she can't hear, she can't hear. So you have to talk with her in a loud voice. We often talk about a topic such as: it is so cold today and she will answer that hot pot soup is not very delicious. Which is very cute. My mother’s family has a WeChat group called "World Granary". Grandma is also in it. Grandma's WeChat name is: the boss, which is quite suitable for her. She is hard of hearing, but she is in good health. Now she often plays mahjong and dislikes those people who play cards very slowly. She goes out to buy vegetables by herself every morning. When our family was having dinner, she could not hear us or ask us to speak louder, but just took out a small mobile phone and a magnifying glass. While chewing food in the mouth, while looked at the phone with a magnifying glass. Grandma came to visit our home during the last Spring Festival, she saw my aunt's wig and thought it looked very nice. So she said to my aunt, “Your wig is very beautiful, you look like having a lot of hair." Then my aunt whispered to me that my grandmother had a good state of mind. Her mother (aunt's mother) said that since my aunt was so old, why did she want to wear wigs? When grandma came home last time, my aunt was afraid that there would be too many people at the railway station and grandma would get lost, so she made a sign for her and hung it on her neck. It said, "I am old and hard of hearing. Now I have lost touch with my family. Please call this number. thank you." Before giving it to grandma, my aunt said that grandma would definitely not accept this sign on her neck. When grandma saw the sign, she said, "Oh, I'm not that old!" Then aunt said, "I'm afraid there are too many people at the station, just in case!" Grandma didn't say anything, and put it on obediently and said, "Thank you anyway." I like her very much. However, grandma also said that she is old, if something really happened to her, she doesn’t want anybody to rescue her, it is meaningless, that's it. When I was a child, I was most curious about grandma's dentures. Every time after dinner, I saw grandma take them off, and then use a toothbrush to brush the dentures. Her whole mouth would shrunken into a ball, which is especially cute. When I was a kid, I really wanted to play with grandma's dentures. My uncle Hu works in the Ministry of Railways and settled down in Guiyang. According to my aunt Liu, my uncle Hu is a technical talent, but he doesn't know how to handle relationships in the workplace, so he missed a good opportunity for development. But so far it should be not bad. He will retire soon and have no worries about food and clothing. He is a person who doesn't talk much, and he is honest and stable. But according to my dad, he thinks my uncle is stingy? Because Guiyang produces Maotai, last Chinese New year, my uncle Hu only brought four bottles of Maotai, my father felt that it was too little. My big aunt Ping is so smart that after giving birth to my younger brother, she went to study in Sendai, Japan and got a postdoctoral degree. After returning to China, she taught at Chongqing University and served as an associate professor of iron and steel materials. At that time, she chose my major in college, and she also chose the college. My parents believed in her. After the college entrance examination scores came out, they went to Chongqing with big and small bags and asked her to help me to choose the school. When I was a child, I didn't like Ping very much. I thought she was too strong and spoke loudly. Now I don't feel anything. My big aunt Ping chases stars and likes Li Yuchun, she will go to the concert for Li Yuchun. She should be retiring soon by now, living a life of sightseeing and dancing. (if she is older, she should be a typical Chinese aunt.) My little uncle Gong is probably my earliest artistic enlightenment. I heard that because he is the youngest brother, everyone spoils him.When he was a child, he was stubborn and unreasonable. I heard that when he was a child, my mother was not allowed to eat at the table and he asked her to eat outside the door. My mother would eat outside the door with a bowl. If he did not do so, he would lose his temper, and there was nothing they could do about it. Gong seems to want to work in the art industry. He may not have done much in painting, so he stayed at the school where my grandmother taught as an art teacher. But when I was a child, I liked he very much, and I thought he was different from others. I like to go to his bedroom every time I come home. There are oil paintings he painted in it. I like the smell very much. I don't know why he doesn't seem to draw any more large pictures later, just sketches in sketch books, human, plants and so on. As long as there is an art class or when there is a need for painting, my mother will say to me: “ask your little uncle to teach you, ” or she would call "Xuegong" directly (my uncle's name, because China was engaged in learning workers and farmers at that time, so he was called this name). In fact, my mother's behavior is very bad, maybe Gong has a bigger ambition, why did she ask him to teach me the art homework of a primary school student? Later, Gong fell in love with playing computer games and often played all night. His money was spent on the game, and his family said that he was not promising. In the online forum, Gong met a girl from Suzhou, and the two fell in love. Gong liked her very much. I still remember that that girl came to my grandmother's house and was very good-looking. Later, the two were not together. But Gong still sent the money he saved to the girl. One of the biggest things to change my little uncle Gong is his child. After having the child now, he has to coax the child to go to bed before playing games, otherwise my little brother Jian will follow him to play games. I heard that when my little aunt Yan was pregnant, she couldn't find where Gong was all day because he went to Internet cafes. My little aunt Yan, a hospital nurse, has a loud voice and a straightforward personality. Every time I go home for the Spring Festival, I am basically woken up by her voice in the morning. She is worldly and feels that my little uncle is useless. My big aunt Liu, I don't know her occupation. She is steady, good at calculating, and be able to run a family. When I was little, she had a serious car accident and her liver was exposed. The doctor told the family to prepare for the aftermath, but miraculously she survived. Later, my big aunt said she was in a coma, she was instructed by an eminent monk. After recovery, she and uncle Hu went to the temple she dreamed of. There was really the monk there, and then she hurriedly asked uncle Hu to worship the monk with her. I think it's amazing, and I believe her story. Uncle Wang, professor of Chongqing University, he and aunt Ping are classmates. I feel like he is a stubborn person who often quarrels with my aunt Ping and they always have different opinions. But in my childhood memory, he is very fond of children, and a patient person. My brother (uncle Hu’s son) was born in 1990 and his nickname is Runrun. I think the name is very beautiful. He was very cute and sweet when he was a child. His grandparents like him, and I also like to play with him. When he grew up, he seemed to be an uneasy child with poor grades and playfulness. Later, he joined the army. Because of his sweet mouth, the chief liked him very much. He likes beautiful girls, even if beautiful girls do not like him, but he is still very affectionate. He chased a girl before, they were on and off for a while, and he still liked that girl and insisted on being with that girl. My aunt Liu didn't like that girl and thought her family condition was too bad, but she couldn't beat my brother. Later, they got married, but divorced in less than a year. After the divorce, Run seemed to have matured a lot. Instead of focusing on men and women's affairs, he concentrated on his work and smoked and drank a lot. This Chinese New year is the first New year since the divorce, and he talked much less than last year. Even so, he is a selfish person who can't take care of others. There are children in our generation. When he goes to the amusement park, he only buys food for himself and eats by himself, regardless of the feelings of his brothers. Before going home, He didn't plan to go upstairs to help his parents with their suitcase, but waited for them downstairs. My father commented on him and said, "if you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world?" But the uncles and aunts spoiled him so much that they always praised him that he had saved 100,000 yuan since his work, and that he was very capable, and was selected as an excellent staff member and so on. He seems to be on a business trip to Thailand for his business project. My youngest brother Jian(son of my little uncle Gong) was born in 2009. He has been very smart since childhood. I learned to play mahjong just to play with him. He is deeply influenced by his father and likes playing games. He is now learning programming, his father seems to want he to take the road of early education, and train him to go to the Chinese Science Class and so on. My little uncle Gong got Jian in his middle age, so my little uncle cherishes him very much. my grandmother said that this son is his lifeblood. After having children, Gong has become different and seems to have matured a little bit. But Gong still likes playing games. I admire that Gong will read some books and broaden his knowledge in order to cultivate his children's interests and hobbies. My brother's nickname is Beans. The common saying of Beans in Sichuan means that oil and salt do not enter Beans while it’s been fried, which means it’s very stubborn. My brother Pin was born in 1999, aunt Ping gave him the name “Pin”, because she wanted to use less common but charming word, so she chose “Pin” from literary jargon. Pin grew up well-behaved and cute, and liked to play with me. When he was a child, he was very sentimental, because his mother went to study in Japan after he was born, so he grew up with his aunt. When his mom later returned home to pick up him, he cried for a long time and was very reluctant to leave his aunt, which made his mom feel very uncomfortable. When I was a child, I played with Pin during winter and summer vacations. when we separated for school, he would quietly wipe away tears and say goodbye to me, and then he would write to me, beginning with: “Dear sister …”. But for some reason, I never remember those letters, nor do I remember such things. My mother and aunt Ping told me that I was very cold and never replied to those letters. When he was a child, he was strictly controlled by his mom Ping. He never had time to rest. He had to learn swimming, arts, football and electronic organ. He also likes to play games, and his mom’s countermeasure is that if he wants a video game console, he must pass CET-10, and so on, so now he actually has a lot of hidden skills. Even my aunt Ping chose my college majors, so of course my brother's was also chosen by my aunt, and his grades is above average, so aunt Ping always asked him to do competitions, and he did not take the ordinary college entrance examination. He is now studying at Harbin University of Technology, major in something related to programming. In fact, he was quite confused. He didn't know what he liked and what he was going to do in the future. He only knew that he would definitely go to the United States to study as a graduate student, and then he didn't know. I remember that before my brother Pin’s born, my aunt Ping and uncle Wang loved me very much, probably because they didn't have children yet. Every time they went on a business trip, they would bring me something interesting. Because the conditions in my family were not good when I was a child, the things my aunt Ping brought back from Japan always made me feel very surprised. Pen eraser and puzzle games…I like to play them very much. I asked my uncle Wang to teach me what I couldn't do, and he was very happy. I learned a lot every time and had a good time. But then I seemed to be autistic, and they had children of their own, so they didn't love me so much. MUJI pencil box. I'm really impressed. I used this pencil case when I was very young, and it's still on sale right now. The one I used was an orange opaque scrub model, which was really simple and good-looking. It was a gift from my aunt Ping. I really used it for a long time. Later, I still remember that I dropped it one time and it left a small corner, but I still like it. As a matter of fact, I still have an impression of going to my hometown to play when I was a child. My father's hometown is called Yangmu. When I was a child, I especially liked to go there, because it was really very old. We lived in the mountains, and the roofs were built with tiles. When we were cooking, we had to chop firewood, burn firewood. We have to feed pigs, and feed cattle, farming and weeding. I'm really happy to think about it now. But when I was a child, I got carsick, and the roads there were full of mud. I couldn't stand that section of the road. I wanted to throw up every time, but I just got through it. When I was a child, I most liked to eat sweet buns made by my grandmother, that is, sugar was put in the buns, which was very delicious, and I could eat many of them every time. Later, when I grew up, my grandmother grew old and didn't do much. I remember the last time I ate sweet buns. I longed for it for a long time. I thought it was the taste of my childhood, and I could finally experience it again, but after eating it, I found that the skin of the steamed buns was thick and hard, so it was very difficult to chew, and the sugar core inside was so greasy that I didn't know how I ate it when I was a child. The taste in this memory is much different from the reality, which made me feel very confused for a time. I still remember that when I was a child, my grandmother was always very protective of me. When my father tried to hit me, I would hide behind my grandmother. My grandmother would block my father with her hands, and my father would say, "I'll deal with you when we go home.” In addition, my grandmother bedroom is very old, the walls are yellow, the kind of charcoal-burning stove is used for heating and boiling water. The bed is wooden and very old, but it looked like the structure of a court TV series. There is a bedstead with white curtains on it. When I was a child, I liked to imagine that I was ancient, and ancient people did not have electric lights, so I would light candles when I slept. I would light the candle and put it on the bedstead. Whenever this time, my grandfather would stop me from saying: Hey! it will catch fire! When I was a little older, I didn't go back to my father's hometown very often, on the one hand, because it was inconvenient, and I needed to go to school. What’s more, because I didn't like the people there very much, I felt as if we couldn't talk together. Later the 512 earthquake destroyed all the old houses in my father’s hometown, so they moved to the county town, where they started a small business. My grandmother would make very delicious sour tofu and sauerkraut, and they bought a small soya-bean milk machine to make soya-bean milk, because grandmother sell the soya milk for a very low price and she is a very nice person. so the business was good and they could kill the time. I like to eat her sour water tofu as well as her sauerkraut. I also like watching her make sour water tofu. It's very interesting to see her pinch the bean dregs together and turn them into tofu. Once I went to the vegetable market with my grandmother and grandfather to buy Chinese cabbage for sauerkraut. They bought all those rotten vegetables. I felt very distressed. I went home and asked my father if he could buy better Chinese cabbage for my grandmother and grandfather. then my father laughed at me and said that to make sauerkraut is to use that kind of Chinese cabbage. I suddenly remembered that when I was younger, my grandmother and grandfather came to my house to take care of me, probably because my parents had something to do. At that time, when I was still in primary school, my grandmother wanted to buy me snacks in a small shop. She took out her little handkerchief which was folded into a piece. It contained some wrinkled change, twelve cents and fifty cents in total, which made me very sad. I just said I didn't want it and didn't want to eat snack. In other words, I still remember that my grandmother liked to fold the money and put it in her socks. Alas, my grandmother was really miserable and poor, but luckily my father made money and she also enjoyed it. By the time I was very old, my mother-in-law no longer sold soya-bean milk, first because of poor health, and second, because business was not good. At that time, my mother-in-law became more sensitive and said that people would lose their hearing when they were old. But the caregivers said that she had sharp ears, and she could hear whatever she was saying, and she would keep it in mind. In addition to this, she is also very fond of taking part in the fun. She knows everything about what happens, including once when she also went out to take part in the fun. When everyone was there, she also wanted to gather around. As a result, she was bitten by a dog and was hospitalized. In addition, she likes to cry very much after she is in poor health. Every time she hears that my father is going back to his hometown, she will cry. If her father leaves from his hometown and goes to see her father off, she will cry, too. Perhaps because she has no culture, she is very noisy when she is old, just like her father said, just like a child. Will say for no reason that they are not in good health, uncomfortable here, uncomfortable there, to go to the hospital, to see a doctor, the doctor will say that there is nothing wrong. If she has a cold and goes to the hospital for an intravenous drip, she will not have a good meal, dislike that the person who takes care of her is not well taken care of, and even say that she wants to take rat poison, which is really a headache. During the Spring Festival this year, my mother-in-law died, and I didn't go back to the funeral, because my relatives came to my house for the Spring Festival, so I was arranged by my father to take care of them at home. Perhaps the memory of my mother-in-law is very far away, so I am not too sad, just to see my father is very sad, so I feel sad. I don't know the full names of my grandparents. They are all surnamed tian, because my grandfather live off his wife’s family. I really don't have any special feelings or impressions of my grandfather Tian. I just know that when he was a child, he was a little more patriarchal and always wanted my parents to have another son, but my parents said they couldn't afford it. Because he lives in the countryside, his living habits are very bad, such as spitting directly on the ground and snot rubbing directly on the legs of the table, so when I was in primary school, he lived in my house for a while, and my mother had a great headache. When I grew up, I always felt that my grandfather was a little male chauvinist. As long as my mother disagreed with my father, my grandfather would speak for my father, no matter who was right and who was wrong. Now that my grandmother has passed away, my father has taken Grandfather back to Foshan to live for a while. My father hope Grandfather can adjust his mood. The three of them are my brothers of the same generation, and our generation follows the word "new" as our middle name, so they are all named Tian Xin *, but my father didn't use the word when he named me. When my father was a child, his family was very poor, he could not afford a camera, and there was no such place as a photography studio, so there were no his childhood photos. And we could see the difference between the family financial conditions of mom and dad. He looks like serious person, but in fact, he is not so serious, so I chose this picture and didn't want him to look serious. My father is quite responsible, he is the first person who went out of rural areas between his brothers sisters. He tried his best to afford me and my mothers’ life, while able to take care of his parents at home. Dad can’t hear in his right ear because his family was too poor when he was born. Grandmother had him born into a stinking ditch with smelly water came into his ear so that one ear lost hearing. When I was a child, my father used to tell me how poor he was when he was a child. He couldn’t afford to eat meat or food. I know he was really poor, but I was really a little upset after listening those stuff too much, and it’s really not that kind of living environment now. When I was in primary school, I admired my father. I saw him twice a year, and I looked forward to it every time during winter and summer vacations. it was precisely because he was always changing places that I basically ran all over China to following him by taking a train. Every time I leave him, I will write to him, but now I have completely forgotten that I have done those things. If I hadn't seen my mother take out those letters. I don't remember the contents of the letter for a long time. Later, when I was in junior in high school, Dad became a general manager. How should I put it? I think he also has a leadership style at home. Because there will be a lot of socializing, he often comes home drunk and sleeps on the sofa. I don't like that very much. It's not easy for him to make money outside, but even at home, he looks like a leader, and I can't accept it. I had a big conflict with him in high school, and I didn't like to talk to him after that time. While we were eating together, we just look at our own mobile phone. It is not easy for me to share my own story. Once I tried my best to share a story with him, he just said: it 's a good story, but the logic is a little confusing,’ I was really angry after hearing that. Obviously the story was just for family sharing, but his focus was that the way I told the story was illogical. I swore now that I would never share anything with him again. The first formal picture I took of my father, I didn't like it, but my father liked it and used it as his profile, and he thought I took a very good portrait. Mom and Dad got married at a very young age. At that time, the family was very poor. They didn't even take wedding photos because they had no money. Only the photos taken later because of the need to reissue the marriage license. Mom and Dad's relationship is very interesting. Although everyone says that Mom has a good eye and married the right person, I always think that they are made for each other. My mother doesn't make money all the year round and becomes a full-time housewife. My father often laughs at her about this. She always thinks my father is very annoying, but whenever my father needs anything, she will do it immediately. My mom will sometimes lie on my dad's body and call her husband, and then say something to make out, and then my dad will call her crazy? I am often interspersed with their disputes, and my mother will ask me, who do you think is right and who is wrong? Of course I will on my mother’s side. Now my first WeChat message every morning is from my family group. It comes from my parents' morning exercise selfie. The first uncle, my father's eldest brother, I have no special memory with him. I only know that recently he wanted to build a new house and invited workers to work for him. Unfortunately, an accident resulted in a worker’s death. He spent a lot of money to compensate for the worker’s family. In order to reduce his pressure, my father found him a job in Foshan to make money. My father often invited him to have dinner at our home, my mother is unhappy. I do not like him, he privately persuaded me to take the civil service examination, and thought that the job is more stable for girl. He is uneducated and incompetent. The second uncle, my father's second brother, I has no memory of him at all. Big aunt, my father's eldest sister. I am the only one who has intersection on my father's family side. When I was a child, I was relatively close with her, because I thought she was very nice, her husband was also very kind to me. And their family conditions were relatively good, so every time our family went back to father's hometown, we will live in their house. We had a good relationship when I was a child, but I became estranged when I was older. She may still feel that I have nothing to communicate with her. The second aunt, who also has no intersection with me, but she is very kind. The third aunt, I don’t like her the most. She does not have her own thinking, and will listen to her husband with big and small things. When I was a child, the conditions of our family were not good. My father bought a bag for my mother, which was actually not expensive, but my mother cherished it. After she seeing it, she asked my mother to give her that bag. And asked my father to buy a new bag for my mother. My mom didn't agree. Later, their family made money, and her husband was going to build his own house, but he was still short of money, and they wanted a good house, so her husband asked her to borrow money from my father, because my father had money. My mother found out and totally disagreed. My father was very sad. He said that she was his only sister, and my mother didn't know what to do. My father didn't even sleep well in those days. In the end, I didn't know whether he lent the money or not. My father told the eldest sister about it, and the eldest sister told my father to ignore her. Her daughter is my sister, who is of the same age as me, and now she works in my father's company (the job my father assigned her). She seems to be getting married soon. Now my mother, I feel that she is still very happy and comfortable. And once, my aunt Ping was going to persuade all the moms in the family to buy a silk scarf and take pictures together when they went on a trip. My mother said it was too ugly and it looked so old that she didn't want to buy it. I still think she has become tasteful when she is old.

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