Besides delicious food, Chaoshan’s specialty is also something called “not asking for help”.

"Don't ask for help", wood, has two uses, one is to scratch the itch, the other is to beat the child.

My mother often beat me with this thing when I was a child.

Besides the face, hit everywhere else.

As for why "Don't ask for help" is called "Don't ask for help", I have never understood it.

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When I was a child, the house I lived in was very large, with three floors, and was located on a low ground, so every time it rained heavily, water would enter the house.

But I like the rainy season very much. I like to sit on the stairs on the second floor, watching the chairs and buckets floating on the first floor, and watching the rain slowly seeping down from the balcony on the third floor. .

I can watch it quietly all afternoon.

I was in kindergarten at that time, and my mother would carry me to school every day through water up to her knees.

The warmth on my mother’s back was a warm moment in my childhood.

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Maybe it’s because I carry a lot, and my mother’s back is always itchy.

I said: "Mom, let me scratch it for you."

"No, go get the 'not asking for help'." Mom would rather choose "not asking for help" to scratch the itch. Not wanting me either made me sad for a while.

According to her words, what I scratch is always not in the right place.

Then I understood that "not asking for help from others" means that if you can scratch your own itch, you don't ask for help from others.

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In my memory, I was very noisy before the third grade.

I often did wrong things but refused to admit them, and stubbornly thought that I was wrong. Argue yourself.

My family gave me a title called "Runner".

In Chaoshan, if a person likes to quarrel or argue, he is said to be very good at "Ya".

When I was a child, I liked to be "Ya" with my sister, "Ya" with my mother, "Ya" with my dad, and "Ya" with my children...

For example, my hand I dropped a spoon, so I had to rely on the old lady who just passed by.

With this talent since childhood, "Ya" is invincible in the world.

Why "Ya"? Because I'm afraid of being beaten by my mother.

Since being "Ya" can shirk responsibility and avoid being beaten, why not "Ya"?

Later, my mother told me "don't ask for help". No matter you win or lose, if you do something wrong, you must take responsibility.

This responsibility is to have sex with "not asking for help".

(Papapapa refers to the sound of being hit on the meat without asking for help, thank you)

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The sound of being hit on the meat without asking for help. It feels like being flicked by a rough rubber band. There is a moment of pain, and then red lines will slowly appear on the skin.

To be honest, hitting the arm is the most painful. After all, the arm is thin. So every time my mother spanked me, I would try my best to hit it with my butt.

My thick buttocks are probably the result of being trained to "not ask for help" since I was a child.

My sister and I both like to watch TV while eating. I like to watch Four Wheel Brothers, and my sister likes to watch Sailor Moon and the like, so the two of them fought over each other with the remote control, and finally both Don't look, let's start a fight...

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At this time, my mother will appear in time, rolling up her sleeves murderously, holding "Don't ask for help", with a look on her face He chased and beat the two of us murderously.

This time I got even more noisy. I ran from one room on the first floor to another, and then from the first floor to the second floor...

My mother didn't let me face the wall at the top of the stairs until she was tired of chasing me.

I cried while they were face to face. When I was tired of crying, I went to bed. When I woke up, I forgot everything. The next day, I was still fighting for the remote control with my sister.

My sister is two years older than me, and we thrived on my mom’s “not asking for help.”

After spanking, my mother stopped spanking my sister when she was in fifth grade. As a third-year student, I continued to receive the baptism of "not asking for help."

At that time, I both hated and feared "not asking for help".

So whenever I had the chance, I would use it to scratch the soles of my feet, trying to kill it with my athlete's foot.

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After the third grade, my mother stopped beating me.

She should have discovered from her conscience that people are inherently good at first, and children should be educated in a positive way.

So she went against the norm and returned to her original intention, filled with the brilliance of motherhood.

And the "not asking for help" that has left deep and shallow marks on my body has also returned to its original intention, scratching the itch.

There are a lot of mosquitoes at home in summer, and they love to bite me because I have delicate skin and tender flesh.

Mosquitoes bite the bag easily, so I used my nails to draw a "ten" on the bag, then it turned into "meter", and finally it turned into the square of "meter".

When summer comes, people sweat very easily, and their whole body feels itchy and sticky. I cried whenever I disagreed. When my mother saw me crying, she took off my clothes, covered me with "snake powder", and then tickled me "without asking for help."

My mother said that if you are bitten by a mosquito, don't scratch it, but touch it gently. Once you touch it, it will stop itching.

The fan squeaks and squeaks, and I touch it again and again without asking for help. It feels cool and refreshing, but it is also the scenery of childhood.

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Later, the "not asking for help" disappeared.

Just like when I look back on my childhood now, the years have become fragments.

Just like you are looking up at a redbud tree, a gust of wind blows by, and the petals are falling into pieces.

Just like you are admiring a snow scene, you open your palms, and the snowflakes fall on your palms and melt into the warmth of your palms.

But in my lost time, the "not asking for help" in my mother's hand seems to have accompanied me throughout my childhood.