My Chinese relatives.

my grandfather left two months ago.

not only am I not crying, but I am also indifferent.

what blew me out was not my grandfather's departure, but my grandmother's birthday this weekend two months later. The eldest uncle next to my grandfather's video asked me mockingly at my grandfather's house: "did you cry when your grandfather died?" How do you cry? Cry and show me.

after I had had enough to drink and eat, my uncle in his sixties touched his beer belly, gave up on himself, leaned to the side, and asked me, "Hey, come on, show me how you cry your grandfather."

he said that the complex facial expressions and tone of my mother over the past few months appeared in my mind.

but I thought I was a mature person. I looked up with a smile and said, "Why should I answer this question?" Then his eyes turned to his grandparents and continued to tease them to act cute.

"of course, I won't answer this question for you, but that's because you don't deserve it. My mouth is dirty. "

"Yes, my grandfather left two months ago.

I'm not just not crying, I'm indifferent. "

Grandpa and his mother still had an inextricable knot before they died. This is a Chinese old man who interpreted the ignorant preference for sons over daughters to the extreme. Tens of millions of Chinese families told this story. But my mother's suffering is extreme enough.

my mother is the second daughter in the family, and it is easy to imagine how insignificant the second daughter is in a big family. There is the first child in the family, the eldest sister, the little sister who the whole family gives way, and the younger brother with three babies with a handle. At first, after my mother gave birth to my mother, I was going to give it away. I sent it to my distant relatives for a few years. My mother had a serious illness and tuberculosis. My grandmother loved her flesh and blood and secretly brought it back to raise it. So my mother is very strong by nature. she probably knew from an early age that everything in the family had nothing to do with her. if she didn't open her teeth and claws, she would only be bullied and trampled. Apart from my grandmother, the whole family has squeezed the second daughter all her life, but everyone's face is taken for granted, there is more extreme desire and dissatisfaction, and the food is extremely ugly.

more than 20 years ago, my uncle committed crimes, gambled, cheated money and beat people every day, knocked people into a coma, and broke his legs. He went to prison several times. My mother looked everywhere for someone to protect my brother from prison. At the end of the 1980s, my mother met my father at the railway station and fell in love with my father. After graduation, I stayed at university to teach, married, and started a family, but not a single day of life was free, and my poor monthly salary was sent back to my grandfather. I couldn't buy a new dress in a year. The couple is skinny and frugal. I have seen all the pictures. As for Grandpa, as soon as he got the money, the first thing he did was to give it to his eldest son. this was a long time later, and it was the fact that the bloody forest had only been dug up in the past two years. But at that time my mother thought that the salary she sent back every month was used to support the family. You may not believe it, this situation of working for this vampire family lasted for more than 20 years, until I was ready to study abroad.

more than 10 years ago, my uncle was bullied by my uncle at home with severe depression. He refused to read every day, did not speak, hurt himself, and was autistic. He only wrote to a sister who had a crush on him every day. I wanted to die. I was going to die. The little uncle was the last child. He had a son in his 40s in his middle age. Grandma almost gave birth to him and died of massive bleeding. Grandpa disappeared for a whole month and didn't care about the life or death of his wife. What's the use of having a son in old age? I can't raise him at all. I developed severe depression. When my mother went home, she saw a little brother whose eyes were glazed and who was in adolescence. She couldn't stop her tears. She grabbed her brother and took her home to Shaoxing, saying that she came to raise him, found a private international high school with high tuition fees to read him, paid all his college tuition and graduated, asked someone to find a relationship to find a job, during which time he asked someone to find a relationship to find a job. My mother confessed later, no less than she spent on me.

apart from supporting my little brother, all the children of my younger brothers and sisters are in charge of learning English, taking part in the college entrance examination, and coming to Zhejiang one by one during the summer vacation. I haven't done any psychological construction with me, not to mention, that my memory of the summer vacation is only occupied by three things: 1. Piano Grade II. Eat watermelon and read books 3. Every summer vacation, they are harassed by cousins they don't know well at all, and all kinds of personal space are plundered and bullied.

over the years, my grandfather has made numerous requests for my mother to take over the children of several brothers and sisters in my family, just because I have gone out, and my family is in relatively good financial condition. My mother talked to me wearily about my grandfather's absurd demands that I could only yell at assholes on the phone.

then the timeline was pushed back slightly, and my grandparents successively detected cancer, grandpa's blood cancer, grandma's bowel cancer, and heart disease, followed by more than a decade of surgery and recuperation. You don't believe it. My mother picked up the lives of two old people from the morgue. As soon as they were found out, except my mother, the whole family decided to sit at home and wait for death. My grandfather began to find someone to fix the coffin. The coffin was made more than a decade ago, but my mother refused, and my brothers and sisters all looked incurable and waited for death. She could not agree with it, could not shed tears, and clenched her back teeth regardless of her family's opposition. Before and after a man dragged two old people to Beijing and Shanghai for surgery, my father refused to let my father take care of me at home, and the doctors and nurses were shocked after the general anesthesia operation. Was this woman crazy? Surprisingly, there is only one person to take care of the general anesthesia for patients with advanced cancer. Another handful of shit, one handful of urine, one handful of shit, one handful of urine, one handful of urine, one handful of shit, one handful of urine, one hand She has been buying this kind of chemotherapy medicine for more than ten years. In my early years in England and Hong Kong, I was often asked by her how to buy this medicine-- only, unfortunately, they are all prescription drugs. In foreign countries, as long as they are prescription drugs and there is no doctor's list, they cannot be bought through regular channels.

the tough part came, picked it up one by one, and lived for more than ten years, and then there was something wrong with it in recent years, such as grandma's osteoporosis. The first reaction at home was to point at my mother and say, "it's all your fault." if you took them to do this operation to treat this chemotherapy drug, you should have known that you should not have let her treat any disease in the first place, and you should have waited to die.

when I heard my mother talking about this in recent years, I just wanted to hack this family to death.

my mother is excellent, strong, studies well always rank first in the whole school, has been admitted to a good university, majored in English and American literature, and majored in French. After working, the foreign trade manager flew from North America and Europe all over the world and settled down in the rich land in the south of the Yangtze River. keep the small family in good order and abuse dogs with your father every day. In terms of children's education, when I was 18 years old, I didn't let my family worry about my studies and working all the way abroad. My mother is a very excellent and filial daughter, but my grandfather never looked my mother in the eye.

never look straight in the eye, but the daughter can still seize every penny and never miss any chance to squeeze it dry, and then give all of it to the son, especially the eldest son, who is most valued. My uncle later went to Shenzhen to go to sea, taking the hard-earned money my mother gave to my father year after year to cheat and cheat society. A few years later, he made a fortune. Tens of millions of yuan needed a special company to manage the money for him. He bought tens of millions of houses, tens of millions of luxury houses by the sea, and now the whole family has emigrated to Canada. However, the medical expenses of the old father and mother refused to pay a penny, so this year, the old man of the family had to be blackmailed into sharing the rural real estate he wanted when he wrote his will. However, fate is also quite ironic, according to my mother's words, "God gave him money is a big joke with him." My uncle, in addition to the eldest son and a younger daughter, had another illegitimate son born to a mistress this year. His eldest son was typically spoiled by him and sent to Canada to remedy it. I couldn't do it at all. After five years of junior high school, I couldn't graduate. I wrote several letters of dissuasion from the school, and now I'm just dragging my feet. Because of what happened to the eldest son, Grandpa and he pinned their hopes on the second illegitimate child in the family, without a trace of guilt or remorse for the destruction of the three children, the family's real wife, and the complete home. Instead, they were complacent-- "our family has added Ding again, and we are still a boy with a handle."

this kind of bosom friend story, the magical reality of Chinese style, is staged around me intact.

I am an impersonal person. Before I went abroad, I hated all family gatherings and shunned relatives. In the ten years since I went abroad, I have almost denied six relatives, no matter in Britain, Hong Kong, or Auckland. For this reason, my mother said that I was bullied again and again. I told her: you should stop helping them, ABCDEFG, let them all go away, be nice to yourself, be nice to your father, be nice to me. That's enough. My mother is educated in the West, but she can't get rid of the cannibalistic human relations in China. In recent years, I have to admit that my parents have some cognitive limitations, and my mother has limitations in her time. On the overseas phone, she reminded me not to forget that Easterners attach importance to family and family, telling me that friends are unreliable and relatives are the closest. Did I retort: dear? When I was in the most difficult and painful time abroad, which one of them came out to kiss me? In the past ten years abroad, only the most intimate good friend and I supported each other.

what she advised me told me from Britain to Hong Kong, but not from Hong Kong to Auckland.

within a month after I resigned from Hong Kong in 15 years, my mother went back to my hometown in Hunan with my father during the college holiday and went back to Shaoxing on the third day. That was very abnormal. I asked them how they were on Wechat, and my mother didn't reply at all. Only my father replied to me alone, "your mother and I went home early, and your mother was very angry." Only then did I know that mom and grandpa fell out. My mother went home crying sadly and couldn't sleep or eat for a few days after returning home. When she talked to me later, she said, "I hate him."

I sometimes feel that they should have fallen out a long time ago, and sometimes I feel that they have not fallen out for so many years, so why bother to stir up unnecessary waves in their twilight years?

but to me, no matter how it is a dispute of the previous generation, I don't have any personal feelings toward my grandparents. Unlike my grandparents, I have close feelings with my grandparents. I spent a lot of time with my grandparents when I was young. I never got along with my grandparents, and I didn't understand the language. He favors boys over girls, but he likes children who are "good at reading and promising". He is very fond of talking about these things when I get Warwick's offer and go to the University of Hong Kong. Including later stayed to work in Hong Kong and went to the southern hemisphere, he chased me every day on the computer to check the weather in Britain, Hong Kong, and New Zealand. He was very proud and bragged with people everywhere, but he hated that I was a girl. I do not care what he thinks of me, because I have no feelings for him, people, only when there are personal feelings, I have no feelings for him.

I just feel sorry for him.

the sad thing is, suppose I don't know him, he's just any old Chinese man who won't understand. I majored in Gender Studies & amp in Sociology of Science. Sexology, male and female, is just a small proposition in the social science-a scientific proposition, but like those who believe in pedantic Chinese traditional ideas, he binds himself with this fallacy that he can't stand his deliberation, blocking the true feelings of the women associated with him all his life.

after falling out with my father, my mother only called Grandma and continued to send money to Grandma every month, but never mentioned Grandpa. Until March this year, my father Wechat, my grandfather knocked his head in the middle of the night and died with a broken bedhead. Frustrated, my mother rushed back to Hunan for two days and immediately left for Shaoxing. I texted my dad. Is mom all right? I am particularly worried about her mood. Dad, you must be by her side to be more considerate of her complex emotions. In those days, I was afraid to contact her at first, for fear of not knowing what emotion to face. On the day of the end of the funeral, I made a phone call to her carefully. Her voice was so hoarse and weak that she lost her former look. My mother is a very arrogant talker, and she has hardly ever seen her in such a state in her life. Before I began to ask anything on the other end of the phone, her strong temper showed up again. She was so weak that she suddenly raised her voice and said:

"I'm fine, tw (my name). I don't care anymore. Didn't she kowtow in my sleep?" It's better, before you know it, it's better to go. "

my dad said, it broke my heart, it broke my heart.

it should have been hurt a long time ago, wasn't it?

but no matter how you listen to this sentence, you can still hear the fetters of love.

  death is so powerful that when a person dies, it seems to be written off once he is alive. What else are you talking about?

my mother's heart is so deep that I don't know. She doesn't have an asshole father. She doesn't have any voice or status in this patriarchal family. She only tells me that she will never go back to her hometown in this life. She only cares about her old mother. Most of the love and hatred of her own life disappeared with the last trace of smoke brought by her father's death. It's a good thing my dad loves her and respects her. She is now happy by herself, looking forward to a healthy and happy old age.

as an adult, I became the listener of all grievances, carrying my mother's heartbroken by her native family for countless years, her hard personality broken and reorganized, and the long-accumulated resentment of entanglement over my mother's clan blood that could not be sorted out. I thought of my uncle's hideous and playful face secretly teasing my mother, and asking me to "perform the scene of how to cry and die." I didn't have any other ideas. I just want to hack all the relatives on both sides.

with my mother's heartbroken by my grandfather for countless years, and my hatred for his psychological and material abuse of my mother, I remembered that my uncle's hideous and laughing face secretly teased my mother and asked me to "show how my grandfather died." I didn't have any other thoughts. I just wanted to hack all my relatives to death.

I believe that many Chinese families have performed or are performing any of the absurd real things I have mentioned above, or even worse. The materials of my friends and families around me alone are enough to write several novels, and the absurdity of the story is more than one.

over the years abroad, I have already rejected my six relatives. I have not returned home for the Spring Festival in England for five years. I finally went home for the Spring Festival in Hong Kong, and I was scared half to death. After dinner, my brother's son had to poop. The whole family crouched around the little boy in open-crotch pants in the living room to look at the baby boy's genitals and praised the chicken as really cute. This abnormal reproductive worship in East Asia scared me out of the door immediately. The typical representatives of my relatives on my father's side are my eldest uncle, who can insult my mother and me with other people's father's death. The rest is so unbearable that it is not enough to write such a long story.

doesn't it mean that family ugliness should not be made public? But to me, none of the above is my home. So I don't know each other, and I don't care to share these troubles with you. I work so hard and want to choose my own life, why can't I define the scope of my family?

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I have been abroad for almost ten years. In the past ten years, I have jumped out of the so-called ethics and family affection of the Chinese, and I think all this is very ridiculous. Whatever, if you say I am indifferent, I may be indifferent, but is a beautiful and warm intimate relationship like this in the Chinese family?