Compared with the romantic love story of Shi Zhizheng and his wife, the past of my father and my mother is not romantic at all, according to their common statement, they work in an office every day, and then they feel that each other is still pleasing to the eye, and they are not small, and after the two weigh the benefits, they are together.

It's boring, it's just boring!

And I think that this "boring" of theirs has even infected my aunt and uncle, think about it. What legendary figures those two people are in history!

…… How to get married in modern society. It's all about oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and it's not romantic at all?

According to my dad's words, if you are so romantic that you don't even know oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, then don't live at all, eat and drink Murong Xuan Chapter 15 Smoke as a fairy.

That's the "fairy couple" who are alive and well!

But occasionally, I can still catch a glimpse of the slightest trace of romance in the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar of the day, I mean, aunt and uncle.

At the time I write these words, my aunt is over forty years old. But I still called her "little aunt", and she also went from the beginning of the eyebrows to the anger, slowly becoming accustomed to it, and in the end, she simply went with me.

As I expected at first, my aunt didn't seem to care much about her age, and although she loved cosmetics and beauty salons like other middle-aged women, she didn't look in the mirror every day about her crow's feet like those nervous women who were afraid that their husbands would think they were aging.

In my aunt's words, the best way to get wrinkles is to be nervous and worried, and she said she wasn't stupid.

But my dad called my aunt "stupid big sister", and my dad said that my aunt wanted to be a lack of heart and talk nonsense in front of people.

There is evidence for what my dad said.

A few years ago, once my aunt asked my dad to accompany her to go shopping, it was close to the New Year, Murong Xuan Chapter 15 My uncle worked overtime as usual and had no time, my aunt bought too many New Year's goods in the mall, and she couldn't move back alone, so she called her dad to drive to pick her up.

After loading the New Year's goods in the car, my aunt proposed to go to eat again, and she said that the new Italian restaurant opened nearby was delicious, and since her brother had worked hard to help her, she would reward her brother, and she said that she had a treat.

However, when the two of them came home that day, I saw my father's expression, as if he was losing his temper with someone.

"I won't go out with you again! Give me 10,000 yuan and I won't go! Dad was so angry that he was about to get angry, but my aunt was laughing on the sidelines!

It turned out that day in the restaurant, my aunt met a college classmate, because I also studied painting, that one went to France after graduation, and did not come back for more than ten years.

Because Dad was next to him, people inevitably asked who it was.

My aunt said it was her brother.

Judging from his appearance, his father looked more than ten years younger than his aunt, so the other party was very surprised.

"I've always heard you say that you have a younger brother, but I haven't seen you, but I didn't expect your brother to be so young!"

And then, according to my dad. My aunt began to talk nonsense: she said that my father was the youngest in the family, and there were two older brothers on it, and my parents didn't want to have any more children, so they didn't know which nerve was wrong, and they had to have another one, and the result was that this 'old boy 1 little said α

The son violated the national policy, and the parents' wages were lowered by two levels that year, and the whole factory circulated criticism...... Rao is so. The younger brother is also the most favored one in the family. Eggs, meat, milk powder, or something in the planned economy, how difficult it is to get them, they all provided him alone, and she and her two brothers were greedy on the side, because they had a good foundation when they were children, and their younger brother was so handsome. My aunt also talked about how in the final stage of the cancellation of food stamps, she stole the family's national food stamps to exchange them for meat buns, and then shared them with her brother.

Needless to say, my dad sat next to him and listened to his sister's nonsense, and he was so angry that he didn't sit or walk, but fortunately, the classmate was also interested in being mentioned as a child, and she believed it and was completely engaged in her aunt's words, not noticing my dad's expression of wanting to kill next to him.

When I came out of the restaurant, my dad got angry, and he said what my aunt was talking about! Is it so fun to make up some life stories for others to hear? But my aunt pouted and said, "What if you don't?" Do you really tell others that they are Xianbei Murong Clan? That sounds more like "making up", right?

Later, my dad said that my aunt had an unparalleled talent in making up nonsense and bluffing people.

It's just that I think maybe my aunt once had such a fantasy: I hope that I was born in an ordinary and normal family, and there are parents who work hard for their children. There are older brothers and younger brothers who carry schoolbags and play with spinning tops at the door of the staff dormitory every day......

But what she really has is her father, who sent her to the enemy's harem, and her mother, who died in depression. and, fratricidal brothers and sisters for the throne.

I think a large part of the reason why my aunt can become so happy now is my uncle.

But what did she think of her husband? Especially now that her husband looks more than ten years younger than her.

In my aunt's words, uncle to her. It's more like a seater.

"It's like when I first started riding a bike. Someone has to help you control the back seat so that the bike doesn't fall over. My aunt thought about it and said. Your uncle is like a man in the back seat to me. ”

My aunt also said that it was my father who was in charge of the back seat of the car for her at first, but unfortunately my younger brother was my younger brother, and he was still unreliable, so she fell into the ditch on the side of the road.

"I fell and my nose was bruised and my face was swollen." My aunt laughed, "Later, it was your uncle who dragged me out of the ditch and held the bicycle steady, so that I could continue practicing." ”

"And now?" I asked again.

"Now that I've learned how to ride, I don't need him to hold the back seat for me anymore." When my aunt said this, she put away her smile and said as if in contemplation, "Sooner or later, I will have to ride this car alone, that's for sure, no one wants to rely on someone else to hold the back seat for the rest of their lives." Then you'll never learn to ride. ”

I somewhat understood what my aunt meant.

"Besides, two people riding a bicycle together can help more than one person riding a bicycle and the other panting. It's a lot more fun! My aunt said.

I don't know what it's like to ride a bicycle together, but I've seen all of their works, my aunt's painting, with my uncle's "Tasha Xing", which received quite high comments at the art exhibition......

My aunt showed me that report, and we were both so happy to die, and my uncle regretted it, saying that if I lost it like this, the industry would have to say that my aunt had a husband who specialized in studying Li Yu, and it would be too unlucky.

My aunt said it didn't matter, she had heard a joke about Chaplin going to the "Imitation Chaplin Competition" anonymously and only won a second place.

It seemed to me that my uncle didn't write much anymore, maybe he was still writing and playing in private, but he wouldn't show it to people again, and when I asked him why he didn't write it, he said very seriously that he had found a more "great" cause: he was determined to write, so he gave up poetry.

If you've seen his "great", you'll probably vomit blood.

Uncle's those,It's full of murderous maniacs, vampires, zombies, and this kind of scary thing.,He was serialized on the Internet at the beginning.,Many people chased it.,My aunt likes this kind of thing.,Uncle originally wrote this kind of thing for his wife to see.,Not for money and fame.,Later, when other people in the bureau knew that my uncle was writing horror.,So they all chased after it.。

In this group of relatives and friends, my uncle established his "target readership", and he did not write quickly, with the same degree of care as he did when he wrote words and scrutinized words. But as soon as the manuscript comes out, he reads it to about three or four target readers, checks the problem, and then makes revisions.

The target audience of the early uncle was: the aunt. My dad, Uncle Wei, Uncle Yu Kai.

Unlike the other three who are becoming more and more die-hards. It didn't take long for my dad to quit this target audience, he couldn't stand his brother-in-law's horror stories, and said that if this continued, my uncle might not be able to enter the history of literature for the second time—with his works that would scare people to death.

My dad's "scared people alive" is not an exaggeration. My uncle's horror was different from the ordinary, his literary attainments determined the quality of his writing, and the average writer could use one word to achieve 60 percent horror, and when he came to him, he could increase the horror to 90 percent by choosing another more suitable word. And his writing at critical moments, particularly particular, inexperienced authors, will destroy the reading effect because of messy writing, the harder, but the more let the reader "play", my uncle will especially adjust the text, his article structure is originally very strict, logical reasoning will not feel loopholes, and he knows more about "human feelings" than ordinary authors, knows what can really touch the reader, he uses four or two thousand pounds of ingenuity, so that it sets off the atmosphere of the plot, to achieve the greatest "scary" effect - alas. So you see, all the talent of this person in the first half of his life was used on how to make people worry, and his current talent is all used on how to make people afraid.

In my uncle's works (I mean horror works), I remember the most impressive story about Jack the Ripper, I hid in a drawer during the day and secretly watched it with my mobile phone, the sunny April weather, surrounded by teachers and classmates, I even saw chills all over my body, screaming and screaming and throwing down my phone and rushing out of the classroom! When the book was published later, my classmates loved me so much that after knowing that I was the author's niece, they specifically told me to ask my uncle for an autograph. Later, I told my uncle about this story, and it was almost comparable to Conan Doyle's "The Speckled Ribbon Case." My uncle was very proud when he heard this, he said that he and my aunt had discussed it for many nights, and later told it to Xiaomo, which scared the little guy who always went out to fight for several days and didn't dare to mess around again.

…… Is he a genius at writing lyrics, or is he a genius at writing horrors? The question is, where the hell did he come up with so many scare-scaring stories?! Wasn't he afraid at all when he conceived these horrific episodes?

I asked my uncle, and he said that he was also afraid, and that at night, his mind was full of these things, but the more afraid he was, the more he had to write it down, so that everyone would be afraid with him, and he would not be so afraid when he heard the screams of "wow wow" one after another.

…… I'll admit that my uncle's statement is a bit underwhelming.

People say that the words to the Lord Li and the vision began to widen, and the emotion was deep, so the words of the workers became the words of the scholars.

But what kind of strange transformation is this from "Scholar Doctor" to "Stephen King"? Later, my father said that after Uncle Xiao Yang learned that my uncle had given up writing lyrics and turned his head to write the horror of "not entering the stream", he was so angry that he even had the heart to kill him.

Well, so I decided not to tell you my uncle's usual ID on the Internet!!