The backyard was shrouded in a dreary atmosphere, and when I walked inside, my uncle was sitting at the head of the bed, hunched over with red and swollen eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The man has aged a lot all of a sudden, and the years seem to have been sucked out of his body.

Uncle, I'm back.

When he heard the words, he looked up, saw that it was me, and nodded.

We spoke a few words between us, and we were all very careful.

"Liters?" I asked, "Sheng is his son, my brother."

My uncle looked at me in amazement, and he tilted his head towards the bed, motioning for me to look that way. I looked over and saw a slightly taller young man lying on the bed, looking strange, probably the child of some of my aunt's relatives, I thought.

"Rise, call someone." My uncle spoke suddenly. That's when I realized that the boy was my brother who didn't reach my shoulder in my mind.

I was stunned, and I didn't know him in the blink of an eye. I realized that three years had passed in a trance.

Time to move forward makes those memories live forever. 、

He opened his mouth to call me brother, I patted him on the shoulder, he grew up all of a sudden, and now I have to look at him at eye level, which is hard to get used to.

He didn't say anything more, and replied with some embarrassment.

I realized that he was now a poor child who had lost his mother.

There are many ways to grieve, and he didn't cry bitterly, he didn't break down. Just sit quietly and fiddle with your phone.

I knew he was just looking for a place to be pure.

It would be a very different reaction if it happened to another person, most people would cry and weep and be devastated, and most people think that way, so they think that the child who is grieving in front of them should do the same.

He didn't adopt this approach, and in the eyes of most people, he became a child who didn't know anything about the world.

I don't think so, we should learn to respect the person's reaction, he must have suffered unspeakable pain, but he is unwilling to express it in a cathartic way, maybe he chose to digest this pain for many years, maybe he does not want to lose his mother, so he refuses to cry.

He chose not to add to the grief of the people associated with him at this juncture, which should be respected. Maybe he is mature and calm and chooses this choice, or maybe he is still childish and chooses not to choose, in any case, I don't think a teenager who is going through hardship should be measured by a set of standards inherent in society.

Suffering seems to have been hiding somewhere since the day you fell to the ground, and it is always in ambush around you, making it difficult for you to guard against. We describe the moment we encounter it as an "experience", so we use it to tell others what suffering is, and repeatedly emphasize that you are a person who has "experienced", and that you know exactly what suffering looks like. But suffering is not all the same.

"Go and get some rest, you've stayed up all night, you're tired, aren't you?" Someone said to me.

He was right, and I listened to him.

By the time I woke up, it was dusk, the sun was about to set in the sky, and I got up from the kang and tried to adjust to the cold temperature.

Turn on your phone and open the contact interface, probably to find someone to chat casually and relieve the sad atmosphere.

I paused when I flipped to the name, I wasn't sure if she had received this sad message too, I wasn't sure, so I tried to send a message asking for it.

"Sister, our aunt is gone, do you know?" She is my half-sister.

I feel sorry for her fate more bumpy than mine, more adrift than me, born a daughter, and must have suffered a lot of sourness in this society. I have more than enough heart, but not enough strength. I couldn't help her through the ups and downs, and it made me sad, and I couldn't change her life for the better, or even change my embarrassing situation. This sense of powerlessness made me realize how humble my abilities are in my current situation.

"Let's go? Where did you go? She replied, and in a rhetorical tone, I wasn't sure if she had anticipated the worst.

I decided to tell her the facts that had happened, "Dead." Our aunt is dead. “

I can't guess her reaction on the other side of the screen at the moment, she has more contact with her relatives back home than me, and her feelings should naturally be deeper than mine. Besides, she is a kind girl.

The message was no longer replied to, and instead it was a phone call from my sister.

The matter was naturally explained clearly through words, and she booked the nearest bus ticket and rushed back.

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