My name is Jock, a real Chinese.

Dad's surname is Joe, and I don't know why they gave me that name.

Now when I see those comments on the Internet that say that Chinese are outward, I think of my father. Of course, I don't know if he's active or passive, my name should be his outward performance.

I left China as a child and grew up in France.

I still remember when I was a child, my grandparents and I lived in a courtyard house.

I was twelve years old when I left, in the fifth grade of elementary school.

My parents came back from far away France and said they wanted to take me on a plane to France.

I had never been on a plane before, and I was looking forward to flying for the first time in my life.

The moment the plane took off, I cried.

It takes about 10 hours to fly from China to France, which is too long for me as a young child.

I barely stopped crying on the plane, and I forgot how many excuses my parents used to coax me well. But it didn't take long for me to continue crying, and the cycle continued until the plane landed in France.

I went to my parents' house in France.

At first, it was rented, but it was later bought by my parents.

On the first day, I slept at my parents' house, and my mother told me in the small bedroom that I might not be able to go back.

At that time, I wondered if I could go back.

Mom said that grandma and grandpa's house can't go back.

I can't go back to the school I went to.

I can't go back to my friends in the courtyard.

I didn't cry anymore because I had dried up on the plane.

The plane ended in France, and after that, it was really like my mother said that I never went back.

The new school is full of students of different skin colors, and their language is as strange as their skin color.

Strange pronunciation and strange lessons, plus hairy teachers.

That's what I went through after that.

A little older, I was sixteen that year.

I finally knew why I came to France.

After Dad's company went public, it opened a branch in France.

I need my own people to be stationed and managed, so I found my dad.

The company offered Dad a condition that he could barely refuse.

My father took my mother to work in France for three years.

My father was a manager, and my mother was hired by the company after learning a little accounting when she was young.

One day three years later, my grandmother was diagnosed with advanced stomach cancer. In desperation, I made an international call and told my parents in France the bad news.

My grandfather had to take care of my grandmother again, and I couldn't take care of me when I was still in elementary school.

And all of this happened without me when I was in elementary school.

My parents had no choice but to fly back to China to pick me up and go to France, and half a year later, my grandmother died of stomach cancer. A year after my grandmother's death, my grandfather was diagnosed with lung cancer and died shortly after.

These parents never told me that the funeral was also arranged by relatives.

Q: How do I know this? I was told by an international call.

I was sixteen years old and the caller said it was my aunt.

The above words were explained to me by my aunt sentence by sentence.

My aunt said that she was calling, and she was looking for my parents.

To explain the issue of inheritance, the grandparents house can not be sold.

At the end, my aunt said that I was still young and ignorant, and my parents were unfilial.

I don't remember what I said, but I guess I wanted to go home.

My aunt finally said that she would not agree to sell my grandmother and grandfather's courtyard, and asked me to come to her and call her when I grew up. When the time comes, I'll help me find a way to come back, but I have to be an adult. And said that no matter where I am in the future, my grandparents' courtyard will have a room waiting for me.