Speaking of one thing that I care most about in my life, it sounds incredible, but it really happened to me, and I don't even want to mention it to outsiders. It feels too unethical and ethical.
This happened seven days before my father died. But we have to start with the day my father died.
When my father died, my only uncle came at once and invited a familiar Mr. Feng Shui to help with his father's affairs. My uncle's life is not rich. He has been ill all the year round and needs to take medicine and injections to be hospitalized. So is my aunt. Their expenses are basically spent on medicines, but they have no income, only a meager pension, and their lives are stretched. But when his father died, he took out all his remaining 500 yuan pension, left 100 yuan for daily use, and gave his mother 400 yuan to solve the urgent need. I have always been grateful to hear my mother talk about it.
Mr. Feng Shui invited by my uncle is also a professional, at least in my opinion. He is very responsible. He helped my family for two days and one night, and kept showing my father incense burners at night. My mother was sad to see him.
Later, at dinner the next day, my husband asked me if I had a boyfriend, and I saidno. He said he happened to know someone whose son didn't have a girlfriend at home. He wants us to meet and fix us up. My uncle also heard this at the dinner table and agreed with it very much.
On my father's seventh day, I visited my uncle's house and brought him fruits and snacks as a thank you for his hard work. My uncle said that he had made an appointment with that family, and his family would go home this afternoon, so that I could meet his son, and maybe we could really get together. As soon as I heard it, I was unhappy at that time. It happened to be my dad's seventh birthday, and you asked me to date him on his seventh birthday. Have you considered my feelings and respected my dead father? Thought of here, my heart completely cold, I can't imagine my uncle would do such a thing.
But out of respect for my uncle, I met my family at home in the afternoon and left without saying a word.
That boy is my boyfriend now. I mentioned it to him, and he felt guilty, saying that if he knew, he wouldn't come to me even if he was killed.
Later, my aunt was seriously ill and died. I saw him in tears at my uncle's house. I thought about his hard half life, his love for me since childhood, and my boyfriend who I love very much now. I can't hate him anymore. At that moment, I was completely relieved that he asked me to date.
Life is too short to be impossible. Only by letting go can we have a broader life.