I didn't know I missed her so much until I saw her. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

She arrived home early the next morning, and I wanted to give her a hug, but the strangeness I hadn't seen for a long time restrained her physical movements.

I explained to her that when I saw my uncle, she only said that I was back.

She nodded and said she knew. I thought to myself that I was talking too much, she was not me after all, she already had the certainty of handling things on her own.

I'm happy that she's getting more and more mature, but also sad, only bitter children need to be mature.

I wanted to protect her so that she could be self-willed, but at the moment I was a poor creature who couldn't even feed herself. I didn't dare to say these words that hurt her, it made me panic.

After dinner, the adults began to arrange their accommodation for the night. There are many sisters and brothers in the family, and they have all returned, so naturally they can't live.

My aunt's two sons are at home, and my sister and Brother Zikang went to sleep at Brother An's house with my sister and Brother Zikang. He makes people feel safe and has a sense of humor.

People like to go near places where they can feel at ease.

After dinner and a few beers, I, Brother Zikang, and Brother An sat at the coffee table and chatted. They shared some life experiences with me, and I was happy to be taught.

It's just that during the period, the mouth that couldn't control said something that shouldn't be said, and the brain paralyzed by alcohol temporarily forgot to think.

"I think my second aunt is most sorry for my second aunt in this life." This is the one I regret saying the most.

The talkative Brother An suddenly lost his words, bowed his head and was silent, fiddling with the small teacup.

"No one who has been in contact with him has said that he is a bad person." His voice was very soft, and his tone was very soft, but it was like a hammer, knocking me awake from my dizziness. He seemed to have a lot more to say, but he never spoke again.

The second brother-in-law was Brother An's father, who died when I was very young. He was a very heavy drinker, drinking several catties of liquor every day, and finally died in bed. At that time, his family was in a very poor situation, and after his death, his two children could only be taken care of by my second aunt.

I don't know why he was an alcoholic, but he didn't drink a drop of alcohol before that, and wine was probably the cheapest medicine he used to anesthetize himself.

My sketch of his image comes all from hearsay, which is not objective, it is all a subjective criticism of the aunts in the family for the injustice of the second aunt's situation, and the second aunt has always loved him, even at the last moment of his life. His behavior, his irresponsibility, and his decadence are all malicious criticisms of him by others, not what I have seen with my own eyes. Searching the depths of my memory, I have seen him a few times, but he was too young at that time, and I have the impression that he is always smiling and very friendly.

At this moment I felt so worldly, so prejudiced, and it made me feel ashamed of myself.

Groggy and groggy on the bed, I drifted off to sleep apologetically.

Before dawn, Brother An called me up to wash up.

Before leaving, Brother An said to me: When my aunt comes back, you have to lie on the kang and cry a few times, and if you can't cry, you will lower your head and pretend to cry a few times, after all, you are not at home all the year round, and no one will blame you.

"Do you still want to fake crying?" I pulled the car door open and sat in. I seemed to be a little overconfident, and although I started to brew emotions from the moment I sat in the car, at the moment I was present, I failed.

The car drove to the entrance of my village to gather, and many cars gathered together, all relatives, and the destination was the morgue of the city hospital.

In the past few days, I have learned about the cause of my aunt's death from conversations with adults.

The aunt died in the factory, being pulled in by the hair wrapped around the machine. When the person was rescued, he was not breathing, and he was sent to the hospital and could not be rescued.

Because it was an accident, the two sides negotiated compensation, which dragged on for a long time.

If you can be private, you can be private, and both parties don't want to go to court, which is too abrasive. So if you can negotiate, you can negotiate.

This matter has invited many people to say, and there are too many people mixed in it, and it almost became a matter of right and wrong.

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