But in the past twenty years, because I am the only child of the third generation in my family, the love of my elders has given me the right to be impolite. My name is Aunt Cao's big sister and aunt, and my little sister and aunt. I shouted behind my mother. At first, they agreed with me. At first, they thought it was more intimate. Later, maybe it was to make up for my mother not calling them that for years.
Their relationship is so good that Aunt Cao is very popular, with wonderful but old hands and a fashionable and lovely soul. My aunt is generous and knowledgeable, and she is the only intellectual in the early generation of her family. The little aunt has more wonderful hands and a husband who loves her very much.
When I was very arty in my early years, three sisters always reminded me of three witches in Shakespeare's works. But now I can't help thinking, what would Aunt Cao do if she were a witch? At least she doesn't have to wash clothes.
Will she embark on a journey to find the deathly Hallows and resurrect menstruation?
Yes, just this morning, there were only two of the three sisters left.
After work, I hurried to menstruation's home to pay a New Year call. Aunt Cao arrived early and obviously cried. This expression is like the asphalt road wet by the rain in Chen Zhe at night, with colorful sadness.
I sprayed perfume on my aunt, and the photos were in color, as if they were taken when she went out to play in spring. In the photo, she is wearing a colorful silk scarf and her cheeks are full and rosy.
I can't help but recall that every time I come here to play, she looks at me with expectant and appreciative eyes and pats my shoulder. Thinking about it, tears fell.
The little aunt is crying and folding paper money. I remembered the scene that we sent my aunt to CT room in the emergency room of the hospital the other day. Cancer cells ate all her flesh and deprived her of the power to speak, leaving her only a layer of skin and a handful of bones.
I pulled her pants and moved her from the hospital bed to the instrument without much effort. She is very light. We left Aunt Cao upstairs and didn't let her go with us. We are afraid that she will cry.
But when the door of CT room closed slowly, we couldn't help crying sadly. The little aunt is a few years younger than them, but her hair has almost turned white during this time. I hugged her, and she took off her composure and strength in front of the patient and fell on my shoulder and cried.
She called my name, and she said it would be just me and your grandmother soon. I said no, everything will pass.
But just like the college entrance examination proposition of that year, everything passed and nothing passed. It's raining heavily today, just like who is crying.