Weather on August 18, 1990 Torrential rain (my mother recalled afterwards)
Two wins, two wins... Hurry up and the old lady is going to give birth!
My dad patted his thigh Buddha: Bear girls were born at this time, who told you to be born and hold back quickly, the rain is so big that no matter if you are born tomorrow!
My Mother: You're a half-hanger who came to you to hold one for me to see,
My Dad: You break your eyes and see, the house is leaking water, and there is a bear!
My mom: No, I'm going to give birth, pick up the baby quickly!
My dad: Oh obedient, my old Yang family has a back pull is a belt handle, not to this child why not cry, so he carried my legs a few times and I wow
My mother: Why don't you boil some hot water for the baby to wash and hug,
My dad: It rained so heavily on the chicken neck mountain boiling water! Isn't that water in a rope? So my dad took me nan in two buckets to catch the rain a few times, fortunately I would have ancestral qi qi shen gong otherwise my dad would have picked it up and killed!
The two buckets in the house were filled with water Dad thought it was lucky, so he named me Two Buckets.
Since then, I have a messy life!