Guo Jiali
Brother Rong is called Guo Guangrong. He was born in 1962. He is 12 years older than me. He is the second son of my uncle's family. Although his uncle is not tall, he is a good worker. When San Gu was born Rong Ge, the production team had just awarded San Shu the certificate of advanced worker. Uncle said that this is a glorious thing, and the child is called glory. At that time, his uncle had a 4-year-old son, Guo.
I have never seen Senior Brother Guo, because he died at the age of 10. It is said that he died of a high fever. It rained all night and the road to the hospital was almost impassable. When he arrived at the hospital, he could not get treatment. It is said that Third Aunt has been nagging for several years: Look, it's really a sin. I didn't starve to death when I was hungry in' 59. Good, good, good. Why not? -
Brother Rong recalled his childhood to me many times, and his face was full of glory. My father won the prize every year, and my brother took him everywhere to play. No one dared to bully him. In winter, my mother will give him big cotton gloves and ear dryers, and my father will show him various awards and tell various stories.
Accidents will happen. Who would have thought that at the age of jung 10, his uncle suddenly died of a cerebral hemorrhage. Good family, only orphans and widows. Third aunt began the long years that widows endured for decades.
Rongge primary school dropped out. In his words, it hurts to watch those little tadpoles and ants count. Always playing truant, falling in love with carpentry, secretly watching others do carpentry. He developed rapidly and soon grew to 170. He can eat very much, and it is difficult for his mother to satisfy him by earning centimeters.
Learning carpentry is dedicated to worshipping the master. When his mother couldn't get a present, he worked hard to earn centimeters. Finally, I learned a good hand by taking Grandpa Jiu as my teacher. He made all the small tables and benches in my family, and so far they are meticulous and motionless.
At the age of daughter-in-law, Jung's family was an orphan, but it was no trouble. Brother Rong, 19 years old, the height is already 178, the heaven is full, there are, the facial features are correct, the limbs are strong, and the standard handsome guy. Just got 4 mu of land from the production team, he tidied up neatly and in good order, and soon got enough food and clothing and ate pure wheat flour, which was really praised by everyone. I can still be a carpenter, so my daughter-in-law can get it done soon.
I helped him make the bed when he got married. On the first night of my wedding, I asked my two sisters-in-law to give me a lamp first. One of them had a kerosene lamp in his hand and said, "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law is coming to deliver the lamp. Listen to the gods in the sky, bless new people every year, and men and women are in full bloom. " Then they put new bedding on the bed, spread it layer by layer in order, and put red dates and peanuts on the four corners of the bed. Then let me sleep for one night and call the publishing house, which is generally no older than 10. Let me open the first floor of a bed corner, pee on it and cover it.
Brother Rong bears hardships and stands hard work. With his own woodworking skills, in the early days of reform and opening up, his family was superior. Sister Rong is also an old-school family. She seldom talks and is very busy at home. However, they have been married for several years and have no children. Third aunt doesn't know how many roads she has taken to pray for God, and how much money she has spent. Brother Rong and sister-in-law don't know how many hospitals they have been to, but they just can't see clearly. Later, I really didn't have the strength to run and gave up.
There are many wonders in the world. Just a year after they gave up treatment, my sister-in-law got pregnant in the dark. Brother Rong is happy and worried. Is this baby mine?
It was not until birth that the child's small nose, mouth and eyes looked like Brother Rong, laughing, drinking and singing. The beginning is not tight, just like a flood that burst its banks, it can't be stopped at all. Sister Rong spent four years giving birth to three babies-one big dog, two dogs and three Ni Jing. Third aunt gave them nicknames, saying hello.
Brother Rong and I have nothing in common. First, we are very different in age. Second, I spent time at school while he was busy giving birth everywhere. Later, we met, mainly because he wanted to train his children to go to college and often met me to ask about going to school. Later, as I grew older, I learned more about his helpfulness, so I looked at him with new eyes.
But I really got to know him after I came to Nanchang 10 years ago. That year, the big dog got engaged and was as big as his father when he got engaged. Two dog went to college and Sanjingni went to high school. He asked me to help him find a job in Nanchang. He said that he has been working in a furniture factory outside these years to support a family of six. But now many processes are mechanized, and his old craft-buttoning tunnels-is basically useless, and his salary is getting lower and lower, so he can't do it anymore.
In Nanchang, I know several fellow villagers who do interior decoration such as ceiling and floor tiles. He can't do any of these jobs, but he can only do coolies and move things, and he will run to whichever one has a job. You can earn hundreds of dollars a day, but you can't live for a few days. He had no other way out and came with me. In his forties, his back is still straight, his expression is still firm, and the wind of handsome men is still there, but his hair is a little sparse, his face is a little black, and wrinkles begin to climb.
I rented him a house near me. For ten years, he didn't buy any furniture, only a broken TV, a bed, a table, his own gas tank, a few broken bowls, a neat stack of clothes and a few pairs of chopsticks.
I'm too tired to live during the day and don't want to move when I get home. I know he can't eat well, so I often invite him to dinner. After eating for two weeks, he refused to come to me and insisted on cooking by himself. Later, I called him every once in a while, and he brought something. I am really angry.
Once, his phone was turned off, but he couldn't get in touch and didn't go home at night. I am in a hurry. For so many years, he never came back for fear that I was worried. Did something happen? I didn't dare to think much, so I hurried to find him.
In the morning 12, I found him at a bus stop 20 miles away. He fell asleep leaning against the post.
Although I can't do technical work, I won the appreciation of several bosses with my down-to-earth work and earned a lot of hard-earned money in ten years. A two-story building was built for the remains of the big dog, and funds were provided for the remains of two dog and three universities in Ni Jing. I'm preparing a down payment for my second dog.
I'm a heavy drinker, and he likes it, but he seldom drinks it himself. Only under my strong persuasion will he enjoy a few drinks. Then he talked to me about those short things on my parents with a cigarette in his mouth. I realized that his heart was full of grievances: "The children left by big dogs are not only not good at learning, but also lazy. Seeing that his daughter-in-law can't hold back, she always says that she is partial and won't let her go to the school of the second child and the third child. Angry with my sister-in-law all day. You said your grandson would take care of her and work for her, but it still doesn't work. As long as I don't give them some money when I go home, I don't want to leave home safely. " "You said a second child, I estimate that no matter after graduating from college. Who knows that I have to prepare a down payment for him? " "My old mother is old and I don't know what to do now."
Sometimes when he is happy, he will hum "Bragging" by Guo Yongzhang, a pendant master, and later become the ending song of the movie "Favorite":
I have a cotton-padded jacket on the top of the willow tree, cotton in winter and a single knot in summer, an ingot on the top of the elm tree and a silver dollar on the top of the poplar tree. The heavenly queen comes to cook, and the nine-day fairy is a servant girl. Kong Laoer posted my bill, and Chiang Kai-shek gave me chamber pot in the middle of the night. -I fed 80,000 mules, 80,000 horses, 80,000 boss tips, 80,000 donkeys, and ground white flour for everyone to eat. I have 86 thousand for the old lady and 103 thousand for my good children and grandchildren. I am michel platini of God, and I am not decent.
Brother Rong packed his bags and went home last year under the guise of autumn harvest and planting. I know my words stimulated him.
One night last year, when I was playing table tennis, he called me to the police station. I hurried to the police station. I saw him crouching in one place, with his hands over his head and his neck flushed with shame. I haven't seen you for two days, and I'm getting old. I didn't know brother Rong was arrested by the criminal police until I asked the police. I paid 3000 yuan, took him out of the police station and drove him home. After getting on the bus, I casually scolded: "How can big brother do such a thing?" He grabbed his hair and said anxiously, "My brother lost it to you-lost it-lost it-lost it. I swear, just this once, I was fooled. " I have no face here. "
Later, I worked every day and managed to support him for a month and a half. He said that he felt that the whole city despised him, and he couldn't stand it. Let's leave now.
Today, the news of Brother Rong's sudden death came as a bolt from the blue. I drove home in a hurry to see my brother off. I know he fell ill soon after he came home, but it is said that it doesn't matter much, but years of fatigue and smoking have made him a little emphysema, which is not a serious illness. Zuo, who had just worked for two years, suddenly committed suicide (for many reasons: schizophrenia, lovelorn, triad persecution, falling into pyramid schemes and being criticized by leaders), which was a great blow to him, but at that time he went home and talked with others for a few days, and the wound seemed to be healed. It is said that after a period of good health, I came to work in Nanchang. How can I leave? What the hell is going on? Let's go home and get to know each other.