My mother was born on 1 1 month 18, 1967. Standard "old times" rural women. My father was born in 19641month, and my younger brother was born in1April 3, 988. I was born on June 2 1 day, 1994. I should have a sister, or I shouldn't.
I was so ignorant that I angered my mother with my naked sister. I admit that I am an asshole. My mother is actually a very kind person, although I always feel like a fearless fool. I have two aunts. My aunt is my mother's sister. A generation ago, people said that my mother was a bad child. At a young age, she has to support a family and two sisters. Then there was me and my brother, and an unreliable father. She's great, not great. But the greatness of the whole family. And everyone in our family has inherited a special nature, although this nature makes us a little painful. Let's stop here about my mother, because it's a long story. Her name is Wang Guoying, and you can know a family's expectation and wisdom for her life just by her name. Her sister's name is Wang. I think it's confusing, so we simply call the Chinese character in the middle Wang Mei. My little sister called it, but I suddenly can't remember it, because it has been called "what", but it should be called aunt. It is ok to follow the Sichuan accent. But forgetting her name doesn't stop her from becoming one of my favorite family members.
? About my father, the older generation said that his father was the grandfather of the Qing county magistrate. I have been trying to find something from the place where my father was born, but I have never found it. I ran all over that barren ravine called Gaoshan. I searched the hut that is not a yamen, but is called warm in winter and cool in summer. Maybe everything was taken into those mounds called graves. But I'm not mixed enough to dig my ancestral grave with Luoyang shovel. Although I don't believe in God and admire science, I can always come up with biology and cytology theories that I don't understand. But I am obviously a descendant of a poor middle peasant, bearing or even linking the word illiteracy. Maybe it's because I didn't live up to expectations when I was a child. When people said my last name, I never hesitated, and even said my last name was Wang. Instead, my mother always compares me with my father and decides together. I can't judge whether my father is right or wrong. Maybe I shouldn't judge. His name is Pu Guilin, just like Guilin. He traveled all over the land of Sanqin, all over the place where acetic acid is said to be ten miles, and didn't go south to see the sea until he was old. He has a sister named Pu Guixiu. What I remember most is what she said, "People like us." This sentence is like a sharp sword, and I am a little disgusted with her. She said it seemed to be in my after the car accident. With some special feelings of so-called well-off families in rural areas. The emotional language spoken is quite memorable. His brother's name is Pu Gui. I may have forgotten. After all, it may be bad debts. I may have been dead for some years, but I don't remember clearly. But maybe it's because I don't want to remember. Maybe it's because I don't know who my relatives are and what to call them when I meet them. It's like I have a father who didn't know until he was in his twenties. It's incredible. I've said a little too much.
Next, my brother. His surname is Wang, or wang pu. Or Chen Wang, or Wang. Single name is a military vocabulary. The standard post-80s generation. Just like an old man said, "Swiss squire", becoming the first place was an immediate success. However, after all, there is no golden list in today's society, and there is no imperial list that makes the city happy. It doesn't matter. Admittedly, this is not a failure, at least it is a success for me who failed. After all, I am recognized as a negative textbook, and everything he does is good. For example, he stabbed a wasp, and my face was like a bud. After all, I have done all the bad things. ...
This is what my home looks like. I hope I can finish this story as completely as possible. Please forgive me if there are emotional deviations in writing and the words are not satisfactory. After all, some stories are only clear to the parties themselves, and our storytellers may all be hearsay. Did the officials of the Qing Dynasty hold a collective pestle when they went to court? For example, when the Japanese entered the village, the elders said that it was "stick two" coming down the mountain. After the founding of the new "China", pot rice and collective labor were recorded in centimeters. Always standing on the bench, wearing a pointed hat. You have to pay half the tax to kill pigs. I don't have a time wheel from God's perspective or a time machine. Moonlight box, travel through time and space, and see what happens. If so, I really want to see the ancestors of the Wangs who didn't have to climb trees to direct them to pick peaches from sacks. Go and see the place where Pujia county magistrate hides his wealth. The time machine and the Moonlight Box are made by the same manufacturer? Is God the Jade Emperor? How did the Buddha allocate jurisdiction with them? What is the relationship between Guanyin and Buddha? Do laughing monks really laugh all the time? How do Yue Lao and Cupid give love? What do they think love is …
I remember my aunt's name. My name is Wang Xiaoyan, the same as the name my parents gave me, with a small print in the middle. I have always felt that fine print is very restrictive, but fortunately fate didn't call it that name. (preface ends)