Cousins, aunts, aunts, grandparents, a pile of awakened memories ...

First, cousins

One morning before the New Year, my daughter said, "I won't eat at noon today, so I'll go to Ren Tianzeng's house."

"Why go to their house again?" I asked in surprise, because I had been there once before and had a meal.

"At our New Year's Day party tonight, the head teacher gave 4 yuan to each group to buy food for the party. I can't carry it alone, so I want Ren Tianzeng to go with me." Then he opened the door and left.

My daughter is the group leader and Ren Tianzeng is one of her team members. She has the right to ask the only boy in the group to follow her as a porter. Ren Tianzeng is my cousin's youngest son. My cousin took him to my home once and had a meal I cooked. He is a cute little boy. He is one year older than my daughter, and he is also my daughter's cousin. His academic performance is behind my daughter's, and his talents in singing and painting seem to be lacking. Therefore, he has a bit of worship for his cousin. At the beginning of the school year, when my daughter just became the group leader and had any standing monitor, she was very active. She once complained to me that Ren Tianzeng was very naughty, and sometimes she couldn't help it. Later, her daughter's enthusiasm for being a class cadre weakened a little, and her words showed a growing sense of maturity. She was good at dealing with interpersonal relationships, and she had a good relationship with other students in the class. She also paid special attention to some students from poor families. One day, she was said to have lived with two people who had not bathed for several months.

In order to be in charge of a group's New Year's Eve party, my daughter didn't come to lunch. After class, I walked out of the school gate and suddenly decided to buy some gifts and visit my cousin's house. Courtesy comes back. She visited my house once, and I should have visited it once, but that time she wasn't there, so I emptied a heavy bag of fruit and took it home to eat it myself. This time, I bought a bag of bananas and oranges in front of the fruit stall near the school gate, and once again walked into the earth yard built on the edge of the garbage ditch. It was an irregular broken yard surrounded by a family named Zhang in an open space beside a stinking ditch outside their courtyard. Two low adobe houses were built in the east, and there was a broken shed with a pile of sundries in the west. A pair of khaki stray dogs and their mothers barked and welcomed me. The dog mother's unkempt appearance was in line with her identity. The puppy's fur was soft and bright, and it looked cute and dignified. When my cousin sent me out, she said that she had taken in the dog and mother, so the puppy was very affectionate to her. The mother and son faithfully guarded the broken yard, and strangers would bark like a show, but they didn't bite you seriously.

There was only a room with a chimney smoking. I lifted the thick curtain made of rags and pushed open a wooden door with mottled paint, asking, "Are you there? What are you busy with?" Stepping into some cold darkness, I was surprised to find that my cousin rented a low, messy and dark house when my eyes adapted to the huge contrast between the brightness inside and outside the house. The wooden bed shelf was covered with the bedding of my cousin and her son on a large ochre red kang surface, and there was a square iron stove on the dirt floor. There was a rectangular old tea table between the stove and the edge of the kang, which was filled with dishes and cut into strips of semi-plastic net. There are pickled sauerkraut, soaked vermicelli, and cooked bean sprouts. Because my daughter is going home for dinner, my cousin has prepared a lot of dishes and started frying. She asked me to sit on a small square stool behind the stove, and I watched her cooking while chatting with her. She said that one of the two children doesn't eat soy sauce and the other doesn't eat lard, so she cooks everything by scooping out a few spoons of clear oil from a large-caliber jar and pouring it on the stove. Sprinkle a few conventional seasonings from a plastic seasoning box, scoop out a spoonful of oil pungent seeds from a small-caliber jar and add them to the dish, then pour some water and cover the lid for a while and then put them on the plate. There is a rice cooker steaming on a wooden box beside the bed, where rice is steaming. Chatting until my cousin cooked the last dish-potato chips, I saw that it was almost twelve o'clock, so I quickly left. My cousin wanted to keep me for dinner, so I couldn't bear to give her any more trouble. In this crowded hut, their mother, three girls and four of my daughters were enough to get away. When she left, my cousin insisted on filling me with a few miscellaneous grains she had brought from her home in the countryside: buckwheat noodles, bean noodles and bowls of lentils, which I couldn't push away. She said that she had brought a lot, which she couldn't finish by herself, and she had given to several relatives. If she didn't send someone to her hometown for the winter vacation, she would only leave it to the mice. I could only carry it back with heavy weight, and it was estimated that I would never finish it for years.

It's a pity that people's fates are different when they think about their homes all the way. There are three brothers and sisters in the family, and Yunyun is the boss. All three of them have studied in the school where I teach. That was when I first stood on the platform. Yunyun, her younger brother and sister and another uncle's cousin, brother's son, and my third sister and younger brother all went to junior high school in the school where I taught. Since I was admitted to a school where I can eat public meals, our family has attached great importance to children's study, and uncles and aunts of Yunyun's family have taken it seriously. I insisted on giving up all three children from high school. After repeated tutoring, the second and third children were admitted to the university and got a good job. Now they all live in the county building and live a well-off life. Without being admitted to the school, another cousin, my third sister and my brother's nephew have all become farmers and married before and after. Now everyone is middle-aged in their forties. Their children are either in college or in high school and junior high school, and they have already worked. Yunyun's family is not very bad. Her father-in-law is a retired old teacher, and her husband has been unlucky enough in front of private teachers, so far he has not been able to become a full member. In order to provide for two sons in high school to go to school, numerous people left their work at home to her parents-in-law's husband, and went to town to rent such a dark shabby house to cook for their two sons. In the country, they were a very good family, but in the city, her life was much more embarrassing.

Yunyun is three years younger than me, although only three years younger than me. Because I went to school early, we never studied in a school, nor did we play together when I was a child. Until I became a junior high school teacher, she was still a junior high school student. Later, when I was transferred to the city to teach, Yunyun graduated from high school and stopped going to school. After being introduced by relatives, she worked as a pig hair brush worker in an agricultural and sideline processing factory in the county for several years. At that time, there were several exchanges. Later, when the factory closed down, she came home with a serious illness and almost died. It was delayed until she was almost 3 years old that she found a partner to get married. Within two years, she gave birth to two sons in succession. In the past two decades, there was no contact between us. Two or three years ago, her aunt was seriously ill, and I went to see her several times. Later, she died in mourning and met her cousin, but she didn't talk a few words. Until this year, she went to town to rent a house for her children to go to school.

Second, Aunt Diva

On that day, my cousins suddenly broke the news while chatting with me: "Aunt Diva died, did you know, sister?"

"ah? ! When? I don't know at all. I only know that she has been ill all these years. It seems to be liver disease. I remember hearing from the villagers that the family was all hepatitis and had no place to listen to news for many years. When did she die? " I asked in surprise.

"I heard that, too, not long ago. I don't know exactly. I heard that my uncle carried me to death." The crowd said.

"Why is your back dead?" I then asked.

"Oh, yes, it was in October of the lunar calendar. Aunt Diwa said that she would go to another room to do some work, and asked her uncle to carry her to that room. My uncle carried her on his back and walked to the other room. When he came into the room to put her down, he found that she had no breath and died like that. Don't you think it was easy? It was already cold in October of the lunar calendar. Maybe the sputum was blocked, or something happened. I put a pad on my uncle's back and didn't come up in one breath ... "Numerous people explained a lot.

"Is that little milk still alive?" I asked another question.

Xiaonai is the mother of Aunt Diwa, who is eighty years old this year. Aunt Diwa is the eldest and belongs to the tiger, and she was sixty years old when she died.

As for Aunt Diva, my earliest memory is that when I was eight years old, I went to visit her with a group of aunts and sisters or my sisters-in-law, because she had just given birth to her first child, which was a daughter. Before that, when Aunt Diva was not married, I must have met her, because I remembered her appearance, but I couldn't remember where and under what circumstances I saw her. At that time, Aunt Diva and her own sister rang her aunt. Because they are skillful in making embroidered pillows, people of their parents are amazed. The two aunts are big girls and two girls with small breasts, and they have never been to school for a day. The country people say that sewing, tea and rice are excellent. In my naive feeling at that time, whoever marries such a daughter-in-law is very lucky, because they have a good family education, and they are both virtuous and ingenious and can make good handiwork that other girls can't do.

When I was eight years old, I went to Aunt Diwa's house and also to Aunt Ringing's house. The two sisters married in the same village. Although they had different surnames, they actually married two cousins. What's more strange is that their own aunts, even my own sisters, also married two uncles' brothers. This is out of order. Of course, the two aunts married first. The two aunts' houses are not far away. Aunt Ringing didn't have children at that time. She was probably just married. At the age of eight, I couldn't figure out those things. What impressed me most was that my little heart was filled with envy when the walls of Aunt Ringing's house were covered with colorful cigarette packets and wrapping paper. How many boxes of cigarettes and how many foreign candies would it take to smoke and eat (at that time, we called fruit candies foreign candies) to save so much? In my eyes, it is the most extravagant thing in the world, so I think Aunt Ringing's family is very rich. There was a boy at my aunt's house who was the same age as me. When he saw me, he shook an old pen tip and penholder in his hand and showed it off in front of me. In fact, it was invalid. But at that time, I also stared enviously at the pile of broken pens and penholders, hoping that the boy would give me one. At that time, I never had one that could suck except a pencil.

When I followed a group of aunts, sisters and sister-in-law from Aunt Diwa's home over a mountain and went back to my home, it was already dark. I ran down the steep alley near our home alone and broke out in a cold sweat like a ghost chasing behind me. When I ran to our door, my neighbor's uncle's flower dog barked several times, which scared me to cry and scream. At that moment, my father was holding a pig food basin in the pigsty outside the door, pouring food for pigs and yelling. Because that kind of work is usually done by mother. My father asked me a few words, but I didn't catch them clearly, so I ran into the house in one breath. I saw my mother lying on the kang, and a little doll beside me was crying. I didn't know that my mother had given birth to a little doll with a long Niu Niu. The whole family was very happy. My younger brother was the first boy to spread incense in our generation. My mother gave birth to a boy after giving birth to four girls.

Ten years later, several children born to Aunt Diwa studied in the school where I taught. Two daughters were very good, but they didn't study very well. After graduating from junior high school, they all dropped out of school to work and married to live the life of an ordinary peasant woman. The third boy, who was famous for being naughty, only graduated from junior high school. Later, he joined the army and became a soldier, and it seems that he got a job and married a foreign daughter-in-law as a city person, leaving only his aunt at home.

for a while, I was familiar with my aunt's family, because I also married the son of a family in that village, became the daughter-in-law of that family for more than 2 years, and sometimes went for a walk in that village, but our marriage didn't last, because I studied some books and always wanted to fight for my right to be a human being, and I didn't want to behave as a slave. When I was the daughter-in-law of that family, I met Aunt Diwa several times. At that time, my body was still healthy. A virtuous and simple peasant woman made a casual peasant meal, which was different from ordinary families. She was full of color, smell and taste, and her aunt and sister could be called a good family in the countryside.

Time has passed unexpectedly for many years. I have heard my father and mother occasionally talk about the situation of some relatives, and I know that Aunt Diva is very ill, but I really didn't expect that she suddenly passed away and walked in front of her old mother. What a pity will our last grandmother be!

Third and third aunts

"Mom, who is that old woman today?" My daughter got up after a nap and asked me.

"You mistress, your aunt Hai Xia's mother, how did you forget what I told you?" I said.

"how old is she?" The daughter asked again.

"One year younger than me, your aunt Hai Xia is the same age as your brother. She is already a mother of two children, and your brother has nothing yet." I said.

"ah? I look like your mother. " The daughter said so.

"How is it possible? Does your third mistress look that old? Is your mother that young? " I criticized my daughter and secretly rejoiced.

"Really, compared with her, you are too young. She really looks like your mother!" The daughter insisted.

"That's what you wouldn't look at. You're a countryman. He's weathered, his skin is dark, and he looks old in his old clothes." I said. "Hey, speaking of which, I remembered a joke that I used to make. That time, I walked with your aunt Xie, and Xiaoding of our school met me. She didn't know your aunt Xie, so she asked me if this was your old man. I was very embarrassed, and quickly explained that no, this was Mr. Xie from No.1 Middle School. Xiaoding was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say. Later, I also expressed my apologies to your aunt Xie!" "You say, are you that old?" I then asked my daughter.

"Well, it's really old." I was secretly pleased for a while.

alas, how old people want others to say that they are young! After all, he is over half a hundred years old, so how can he be young? Today is the first time for my aunt to visit my door. She is holding her two-and-a-half-year-old daughter with her daughter, my little cousin Hai Xia, and Hai Xia. Her eldest daughter is almost seven years old and is in the first grade of primary school. Hai Xia has been working outside the home for seven or eight years since she got married. I have hardly seen her, but she visited frequently this year. First, she asked me for help.