My aunt story a beekeeper's aunt is a pro-aunt. The mother and aunt and sister are two, and the age difference is more than ten years. Before my mother, there was a second eldest, my uncle, about eight years old.

My aunt's story is a beekeeper

The aunt is the pro-aunt.

The mother and aunt and sister are two, and the age difference is more than ten years. Before my mother, there was a second eldest, my uncle, who was about eight years old and was mistakenly cured by mediocre medicine musk. When I was a child, I asked my grandmother about this matter, which caused her to cry, and later I was taught a harsh lesson by my mother and was not allowed to mention it again.

My aunt was basically illiterate, but she was determined and cultivated, mighty and strong, and did not fall behind everywhere. The mother said that her aunt's life was good, but her own life was not good. During the three years of the Great Leap Forward, my aunt or girl was drawn to the farm of the commune, where she ate and drank well and did not go hungry. It is said that uncle Fa Tian (my name is Uncle Grandpa) on the zhuang came to her place once, and his aunt cooked him a pot of porridge, and Uncle Fatian almost ate it to death. Uncle Fatian, who was happy, remembered all his life, and said it to everyone.

My aunt got married and found a good family. My uncle was born as a soldier, and after demobilization, he arranged a job and ate commercial grain at a cotton station in the countryside. When I was a child, I watched my uncle take pictures of Tiananmen Square and the Great Wall in Beijing, and I was very envious. My uncle unfortunately died of illness in middle age, but my eldest cousin was admitted to Zaoyang Normal School, and my second cousin took over into the cotton station after my uncle's death, which is still enviable. If I had a goal at that time, I dreamed of being admitted to a teacher's training like my eldest cousin, eating commodity grain, and marrying a daughter-in-law who ate commodity grain.

After my eldest cousin got married and taught in a middle school, I asked my aunt to sell the old house and live with them. I was in high school at the time, and sometimes I would go to my eldest cousin's place to play. My aunt often had people there, so I heard a bleak story told by a middle-aged woman.

"Sister, I have a daughter in the family, my father and wife who serve him, and two children, who do I say my suffering to?"

"He sent money back a few times a year, didn't tell the address, and didn't let me look for it when he died."

"I gritted my teeth and took the small one to look for it, and went to xx in Guangxi (I didn't remember) and asked everywhere if there were any beekeepers in Hubei." After asking for a few days, I finally found someone. ”

"He was with a local woman."

"So what to do. He fell seriously ill there that year, and the woman served him and slowly lived together. ”

"What can I do?" My life is so bitter..."

I was reading in the back room, my aunt and the woman were talking in the outhouse, the woman was sobbing endlessly when it came to the emotional place, and the aunt comforted just right.

So a poignant story was imprinted in my mind.

It's a true story. According to my aunt's social circle and familiarity with them, this woman should be from the surrounding villages, not out of the range of Lutou Town or even Jihe Township.

That beekeeper, are you still here?

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