Today back to my hometown, one is to visit my parents, and the other is to hire my sister's boyfriend's family.
Fortunately, I met a sister who had witnessed the love of my adoptive parents by chance, and I didn't dare to blink my eyes, listen carefully, like a fool, laughing, crying...
The adoptive parents came to this remote township in 1980, and the villagers on both sides of the river live by the river, and most of them grow rice for their livelihood.
When the adoptive parents first lived, they were still "excluded", because in the conservative era of folk customs at that time, who could be as loving as the adoptive parents.
They often walk hand in hand, walking in the morning of sunrise, leaning against the sunset by the river, making occasional eye contact, as if there were a thousand words, warm sunshine, pulling their backs very long and long.....
Usually washing feet, soaking feet, cutting nails, is more normal, occasionally the adoptive father also has to carry the adoptive mother in circles, hopscotch, always can hear their pure laughter ....
Soon the locals slowly accepted them, the adoptive parents were originally very warm people, everyone liked it, anything would call them to help, when the farmer was busy, the adoptive parents went down to the rice field for the first time, and the result was that the adoptive mother's leg could not be pulled out, 4 people worked together to pull out, the whole village laughed to death, and the adoptive mother did not go out for three days.
Even my sister said that because of the influence of her adoptive parents, everyone is more willing to express love and know how to operate, I think this is what my adoptive parents told me, to be a warm person!
I want him to take the book as the bridegroom, the heart as a courtesy, the hand of the son, and the old man with the son!