After Chinese New Year's Eve, it's the new year. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoDuring the first month, as usual, I have to visit relatives and friends to pay New Year's greetings. But over the years, Ueno has changed dramatically. The friends and relatives who I knew each other had already moved. Therefore, the New Year's greeting activities that could have been lively for almost half a month were pitifully shrunk into a few days.

My grandfather's immediate relatives in that generation are gone, except for my uncle in Xiaolianzhuang. But in Dage Village, the father of five Uncle Tu brothers is a brother to my grandfather's father. Over the years, everyone has lived in the same village, and the relationship between the younger generations is also very good. Therefore, in the past, every year for the New Year, we would walk around Dage Village. But the world is unpredictable, now, the grandparents of the older generation are moving and moving, and the remaining relatives of the older generation in Dage Village are only Grandma Tu.

After greeting Grandma Tu for the New Year, my uncle called and asked when we would go over to play. Mom said that she would come over in the third year of junior high school.

According to the rules of Dage Village, the first day of the new year should be at the man's relative's house, and the second day of the new year can go to the woman's house. In the past, we stayed at home on the first day of junior high school and waited for others to come to pay New Year's greetings to our grandparents. At noon on the second day of the new year, I went to my grandparents' house to pay New Year's greetings to my grandparents. Later, my grandparents were gone, so we were very casual. In the second year of junior high school, he visited the relatives of the older generation in Dage Village, and on the third day of junior high school, he went to his uncle's house to pay New Year's greetings.

Speaking of my uncle, he was my grandfather's only son. My grandmother gave birth to five children, and only the third was a handle. I originally wanted to have another son after the third child, but I didn't expect two more girls to come. My grandfather went to private school for several years, and he treated his son and daughter the same. The reason why I still want to have a son is just to be on the safe side. In those years, famine was severe, and people often starved to death. Although my grandfather did not discriminate against his daughter, the rule in the village was that his son would die in his old age. Grandpa is also inevitably vulgar. So, after his uncle was born, he hoped to have another son. Unexpectedly, one girl after another was born. Grandpa accepted his fate, and the girl was a girl, and she was not much better than her son. But later, according to my grandmother, the reason why she didn't give birth again was because the family couldn't afford to support it. Even so, only three of the five children remained. My mom was the youngest girl.

Speaking of my uncle, I have mixed feelings. The source of this complexity is mainly a sensational family affair a few years ago. One of the protagonists of the incident was my uncle, who seemed to be very honest.

My uncle was originally working in the township health center. My uncle often stayed in the hospital for work reasons. At that time, my aunt and my little cousin were still living in Baiping Township. Except for the weekly rotation when he went home, the rest of the time, my uncle stayed in the hospital.

Although the two are separated, life has been peaceful. The husband and wife respect each other like guests, and they have children, and there seems to be nothing to regret.

No one expected the accident.

Rumors began to fly.

I also learned from my mother and aunt chatting.

My uncle and a new nurse from their hospital got along. The little head nurse was not pretty, but she was slender and young. Compared with my aunt, who is slightly plump and older, I naturally have a slight advantage.

After the two got along, her uncle often took her on a motorcycle to wander the streets. The two of them are like husband and wife, and they do not shy away from going in and out together. The rumors finally reached Baiping Township, and after my aunt found out, she collapsed on the bed angrily and couldn't get up for several days.

They said that my aunt was very strong, and she was better than my uncle in making money or anything. This makes my uncle often have a sense of frustration at home that he is useless. And the young nurse admired his uncle who had a formal establishment in the hospital. Seeing that there were young girls worshipping him, his uncle's self-confidence and charm, which had been suppressed for many years, were suddenly released.

I don't know how they solved it after it happened. My uncle and aunt didn't get divorced later, so I still lived a good life. The young nurse left the hospital, and her uncle never contacted her again. Later, I heard that the little girl had married shortly after leaving the hospital.

My aunt told her mother that she hadn't thought about divorce, but she couldn't let go of Chenchen. Chenchen was my little cousin, and at that time she had just entered the first grade of primary school in Baiping Township. Thinking that her daughter was still so young, my aunt couldn't bear it. So, she could only endure it.

I remember going to my uncle's house that summer. At that time, it should have been shortly after my uncle's affair broke out. My uncle called back and asked for a bag of peppercorns. After hearing this, my aunt didn't say a word, so she took me and Chenchen back to my parents' house to cut it.

My aunt's maiden home is not far from my uncle, and it takes about ten minutes to walk. Near Baiping Elementary School. My aunt was the vice principal of Baiping Elementary School at the time.

When I was a child, I used to attend Baiping Elementary School for a year and a half. At that time, my aunt took me for half a year. At that time, she was not yet a vice principal, and she was still an ordinary classroom teacher. Chenchen was still young at that time, and he was held in his arms, and he couldn't even walk.

At that time, I was not afraid of anyone, but my aunt. Not only because my aunt was unusually strict, but also because she took special "care" of me because of her scruples about her relatives.

In Chinese class, my aunt assigned to copy new words. Nine new words are copied on one page. At that time, it was a Tianzi grid book. In order to save trouble, I wrote the characters very large, so that nine words are exactly nine pages one by one. Seeing that I was so lazy, my aunt ordered me to go to the blackboard to write silently during class, and I made two or three mistakes, and then my aunt slapped me on the palm and punished me for copying double on her desk after school. I reasoned that the book was not enough to write, and my aunt brought me a brand new one; I said that I would go home late later, and my aunt said that I would let my uncle send me; I said I was hungry and wanted to go home for dinner, and my aunt said that when the meal was ready, she called me...... That's it, no one who is obedient to my aunt's treatment.

When we walked to the school, the sun was hot. Chenchen and I were not afraid of the heat and lay at the school gate and looked inside. The swing shelves are still there, the playground hasn't changed much, and the old plum tree in front of my aunt's former dormitory is still there. It's as if time has stopped. I seem to be the same little girl who was a little nervous when I got to my aunt's class many years ago.

My aunt left first. Chenchen and I rested under two cedars in front of the school gate. I asked if the osmanthus tree in the easternmost part of Chenchen's classroom was still there. When we were children, we often climbed trees to fold osmanthus flowers, and the old man who provoked the janitor often chased us and scolded. Chenchen said that he had already cut it. I was stunned.

When I think of the laurel tree, I am reminded of a very distant old thing.

When I was in the fifth grade, my Chinese teacher asked us to write an essay about the school. I combined Ueno Elementary School with Shiradaira Elementary School and wrote about the scenery of the campus throughout the year, and the osmanthus tree of Shiradaira Elementary School was included in the description of the autumn scenery. After handing it in, the Chinese teacher asked me to stand up, and she judged that I had copied the essay.