Quick Travel System: Age Strategy

My name is Chen Xincheng. I was born in a poor family. There are five people in my family and my father is the only working person.

My father was a miner. Because he was an alcoholic and short, none of the girls in the city that the matchmaker introduced to him were willing to marry him, so he set his sights on the countryside.

But the country girls shook their heads when they heard that he was an alcoholic. After several failed blind dates, my father became depressed.

After the blind date, he called the matchmaker and went with the villagers to buy a bottle of homemade wine, which he held in front of him and drank while walking.

I don’t know if it was because of the wine or because he was drunk, but he actually thought he saw a fairy.

It is absolutely true that drinking can lead to mistakes. The drunk father walked over and picked up the mother.

It was this action of his that gave the matchmakers who had suffered successive failures in the blind date industry hope of success.

She shouted in a loud voice: "Someone come quickly, come out and see."

It was this sudden shout that caused the villagers to gather together and watch the scene.

Although the mother struggled, it was in vain. The villagers still saw her being held in the arms of a strange man.

The matchmaker made the right move in this move, as the father without a wife got a beautiful daughter-in-law.

Even though my mother looked down on my father and disliked him for being short and drinking, she still lived with him.

Because my father has a square face, which was popular in that era, and he has a city hukou and is a worker.

When they first got married, my father was still a probationary worker, earning 18 yuan a month.

My mother is beautiful, but it’s a pity that she never went to school.

In her eyes, her father, who only earns 18 yuan a month, can also earn a lot.

They rented a two-bedroom, one-living-room house in the city, paying 3 yuan a month.

The eldest brother was born when they were in love and was regarded by them as the fruit of their love.

Later, my father went to a farther place to mine, and he came home less and less often.

At this time, my mother was pregnant with me, and my father was very happy about it and took the whole family out to a restaurant.

The situation changed after I was born. Neighbors would come over to tease me when they saw me before, but later some people spread rumors that I was not my biological child, but the product of my mother's affair with someone else.

Mom tried to dispel the rumors in every way she could but it was no use spreading them. Dad told Mom that he believed her but in his heart he didn't believe her.

Every time someone looked at him as if he was cuckolded, my father, who couldn't stand such sympathetic looks, would buy a bottle of wine for the house.

When he drinks, he reveals his true feelings, grabs his mother by the neck and asks her if she has ever slept with anyone else?! Is her body still clean?!

My mother went from trying desperately to explain at first to becoming numb later on.

Every time when he got drunk, Dad would personally check if Mom was clean. Sometimes he would black out and sober up and check again. If he found something, he would think that Mom had slept with someone else.

In fact, it was not what he thought. He was drunk and didn't remember it after he sobered up.

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What breaks a woman down and makes her lose the courage to live often comes from day-to-day torture.

My mother didn't care whether I lived or died and just treated me as an adopted child.

Every time I cried because of hunger, she would just ignore it and send my brother to school.

When I can't bear it anymore, he will pick me up and feed me. When he sees me eating happily, he will say that I am a bastard.

At that time, I didn’t understand what this meant and thought my mother was teasing me, so I gave her a smiling face in response.

Later, when I started school, my mother became pregnant again.

After confirming that this time the baby was his own, my father returned to his previous appearance, and my mother had a smile on her face, but it was not directed at me.

Every time I looked over and laughed with my mother, the smile on her face would quickly disappear.

My brother doesn’t like me either and thinks I’m a bad person who destroys our parents’ relationship.

When I followed my brother to school, he was always unwilling to wait for me, so I had to take a few more steps if I didn't want to be left behind.

Sometimes, I would fall to the ground because I was tossing and turning too fast. My brother would never turn back to help me up. He would just stand there and look at me coldly, "Hurry up and stand up."

"Brother, it hurts..." The injury on my knee made it impossible for me to get up temporarily, so I had to say this to my brother, hoping that he would come over and pull me up.

But he didn't do that. He just turned around and moved forward.

Seeing that he ignored me, I had to stand up by myself and walk dragging my injured leg.

It wasn't until a kind teacher at school saw that I was injured and applied medicine to me that my leg healed sooner.

The birth of my third brother improved the relationship between my parents, and my mother superstitiously called my third brother a lucky star.

In her eyes, I am an unforgivable evil bastard.

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The long-term family atmosphere has taught me to read people's expressions, and because of this advantage, I can always find out how to win the love of the neighbor aunts and uncles.

I remember something that happened when I was in elementary school. At that time, you had to pay tuition to go to school, and it was 80 cents per child.

Our family of three children only needs to pay two dollars and forty cents.

My mother hesitated when it came to paying my tuition. She felt that 80 cents was too expensive.

This is normal. I have always eaten the food that my brother couldn’t finish.

If she couldn't afford to lose face at school and be thought to be stingy for not paying a mere 80 cents for her child, she would not have paid my tuition to go to school.

The whole village saw my mom and dad's first meeting, which was a setback for her as she had always been pursuing fame.

After getting married, she would often return to the village and bring some receipts that could only be received in the city to show off how good a husband she had married and how happy her life was.

Over time, everyone began to admire her, thinking of pleasing her in order to get the tickets in her hands. It was at this time that my mother developed a strong vanity.

From showing off in the village to showing off to her neighbors later, every success made her feel proud.

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Every year during the Chinese New Year, which child doesn’t want adults to give them more delicious food or new clothes?

I am no exception and have thought about these things before, but in the end they are just thoughts because I have never had new clothes.

When my older brothers and younger brothers all received it, I would stand in front of my mother and look at her with tender eyes, hoping that I could get it too.

My mother would always say to me, "Xincheng, your brother has a piece of clothing that is too small for you. I think it will be a perfect fit for you. You should wear your brother's this year."

She says this every year. If I don’t want my brother’s, I will really have no new clothes.

I still like to take my brother's old clothes because then everyone can see that I have new clothes instead of last year's hand-me-downs.