Fanxing | My Erji

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◇ Zhou Fang

Some time ago, there was a video of "Second" on the Internet, which is said to be hot. In addition to the traffic, I also have a "two".

When it comes to Erji, you have to go back to my grandfather. The grandfather is the second son at home. Among the old -fashioned family, the eldest grandson is the successor of the family business and honor. The other male Ding did not benefit much, and the girl could not touch it.

The grandfather made porcelain to buy and sell, but the days had passed, but died early. In the end, only the two, my mother, and my aunt were left. As the only boy in the family, his teenage Erji provoked the burden of the family and contracted all the farm work with two young sisters. The plowing fields and ditch are picked up, and three thin figures are hidden in the pile of adults all day, earning work, and busy grabbing. After the three of them were adults, their back and shoulders were deformed due to tiredness.

The second uncle and aunt are reorganized families. The second uncle has no children. Aunt brings two young daughters. After marriage, the two have two sons. How can the family get along with each other. The old scalpel -like ethyli was planed from the ground day and night. The hard -working aunt maintained the life and emotions of the family. Although there were decades of stumbling, a family loved each other, and the children were adults smoothly. Even the old couple helped the third generation of growth.

Erji suffered from femoral head necrosis, and one leg was completely disabled. When he was in his sixties, his legs officially "retired" from the field. He couldn't help him, walking in the village with a simple tricycle to help people grind the knife and cut it. The cutting cuts of the farmers are mostly from the blacksmith shop. They have used more than one generation. They are not worse than those big brands of knife cuts. The knife shovel is a hard work, and there are not many people who can persist. A bench, a piece of grinding stone, and a beverage can for water, all of them are all home to the second. "Speak and snoring" twice, the blade should be on the thumb, and it doesn't work. Some people often praise Erji to grind well, and the clever Ershi pouting and smiling, he went down the donkey: In order to learn craftsmanship, he went to worship the teacher. My master was a celebrity in this small line and went south to north.

When he was old, Er and Auntie often gathered in my house. Erji loved to drink, and he also had a lot of wine. Sometimes my aunt turned over the old account and complained that when she was young, Er Ai asked my mother to drop out of school halfway, otherwise, with my mother's culture, she would have changed her destiny. The aunt said to be honest, because my mother stopped school, and another female classmate in the same class was able to jump out of the farmer. When the old saying was re -mentioned, the second concubine was not angry, smiled, lifted the wine glass, and "nourished" and sounded particularly. My mother walked early. A few days before her death, Er Yan dragged his sick leg to my house, crying, and kept saying sorry for my mother. My mother waved weakly: Brothers and sisters, how can there be any sorry. My mother said before that for everyone's food and clothing, the second uncle had never entered the school.

The current medical insurance policy is becoming more and more complete. This year, Erji had surgery to replace the necrotic hip joints. Except for the reimbursement part, he only spent thousands of yuan.

The suffering of life, the twists and turns of marriage, and the torture of the disease are all going. My second sister is the old man. Now he, his descendants around your knees, live a rich life, and more and more smiles on Eryu's face.

In life, there are too many small characters like me. When there is no way to go, there is no more choice except creating the way. Erji often says that people can stand up and boil, and good days will come.

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Edit: Qin Xiaoyi

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