Reborn in 1940 and survived until the new century

Listen, this is my little brother. He always says whatever he wants at home, but fortunately he is not like that when he is outside.

Otherwise, I'm really worried that after he leaves school and enters society, he will be beaten up by the society.

But then again, no matter how smooth a person is, he has to endure some beatings in society. Otherwise, how can he learn to gain a foothold in society?

Also, if you want to survive in society, it is impossible to avoid being beaten by society. However, this is not the right time to tell him. Let’s wait until he enters society and experiences some experiences first!

Just like that, after the old father finished talking, no one said anything more, but just ate there, and after eating, they started to busy themselves with the things at hand.

After finishing my meal, I went back to the house. Since I had nothing else to do, I started packing my luggage.

There weren't many other things in it, just some clothes for changing and some small items.

There is no way. I don’t live at home often, so I don’t prepare many things. After all, they will easily expire if they are left somewhere for a long time without being used.

Fortunately, there wasn’t much stuff and I packed it quickly in a small suitcase. As for other things like ID cards and bank cards, there was no need to worry about them as they could just be put in my handbag.

You can carry these things wherever you go without worrying about leaving them behind.

As for the other things outside, you don’t have to worry about them at all. I guess they are all in the trunk of the car now. You can drive away after breakfast tomorrow morning.

Finally I can walk now, otherwise I would have to listen to my mother nagging me.

In fact, it’s not that I don’t want to listen, it’s just some family trivialities. If I listen to it once, it will become a success. But if it keeps being said, who can stand it?

Not long after, I heard my mother talking to me outside?

"My girl, I've already put your things in the car. Remember to move them upstairs when the time comes. Don't forget.

Otherwise, the food will go bad in no time?"

"Okay, Mom, I get it. It's getting late. You should go to bed early!"

"Okay, don't play with your phone too late, you have to get up early tomorrow."

"Got it, Mom. Don't worry. I know what's going on."

"That's good."

It's like this every time I come back. No matter what the matter is, my mother will remind me over and over again, for fear that I will forget something.

In fact, there is nothing important, just some food that we eat during the recent Chinese New Year.

But even with these things, even if they can be bought outside, parents will still prepare a lot for themselves.

No matter what you say to them, they just won't listen. Every time they come back, they still fill the trunk full.

To be honest, sometimes I don’t even know how much I throw away because I can’t finish the food.

But I really didn't dare tell them this, after all, these were the foods they had carefully prepared.

Throwing it away is a sin for them.

Ugh!

There is no choice but to do as they say and put them away in different categories later, otherwise they will easily break after a long time.

But think about it carefully, this is the love that parents have for their children. If they don’t love their children, which parent would carefully prepare so much food for their children?

Fortunately, I always drove back home, otherwise I would never take the things my mother prepared back to the city. There were just too many things and it would be a torture to carry them with me.

While thinking about my mother's love for me, I quickly took my clothes and went to wash.

What was unexpected was that when I came out of the bathroom, my finger was scratched by a nail. I saw the blood flowing from my finger and quickly raised my hand. My finger was bleeding, so I had to wash it with clean water.

It was precisely because of this action that no one expected that a drop of blood would fall on the peace locket.

As for what happened afterwards, it was not clear, and instead the focus was on the finger. After all, the wound seemed a bit deep, so we should go back to the house and clean it up!

Otherwise, what if it gets inflamed?

I have seen cases where limbs had to be amputated because a minor injury was not treated properly.

Oh! I don't know how many times I have told my father about this nail in the bathroom, but he just won't listen.

Now, I’m hurt again. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. But is there any way?

Why do you have to hammer the nail here? I don't know what it's for.

To be honest, when I thought it didn't exist at all, my father said that there was a reason for its existence.

I can only say that the elderly know how to live. Isn’t this just like a moving light cord?

Since the light in the yard was not very bright, I just pulled one out from the bathroom.

You might say it would be nice to just change the light bulb, but people will say the light bulb is not broken, so why change it?

This is the answer people give, alas!

What else can I do?

You can only follow their wishes!

You can't break the light bulb on purpose, can you?

In fact, even this movable light line is not used at ordinary times. The only time it is used is during the busy farming season, especially at night when it cannot be seen, and you can tidy up the yard before going to bed.

Or the grain that was originally hung out to dry in the yard had to be picked up in the middle of the night due to weather reasons. Otherwise, the line would not have been pulled, and the nail would not have been there.

Otherwise, according to my father, is there any need for his existence?

Ugh!

As children, we understand, but we still feel uncomfortable when our fingers are suddenly cut.

If it wasn't useful, I would have taken it down myself without telling my father.

Forget it, I don’t want to think about it anymore. My parents are old, so I won’t find jobs for them. So let it be!

Should I go back to the room and take care of the wound first, as I have to get up early tomorrow?

Where do I have the time to think about all these trivial things?

Does it depend on going to bed early and getting up early?

When I came back before, my ex-husband was with me, but this time, whether I come back or go back, I’m alone.

Be careful when driving alone, otherwise it is easy to get into an accident.

After all, it takes more than four hours to drive on the road, so it is better to be in good spirits.

The next morning, I got up early and tidied the room first.

Then I pulled the suitcase out, washed up, and quickly sat down to eat breakfast.

While eating breakfast, I listened to my mother nagging beside me.

"My dear, when you drive on the road, you must drive slowly. We have plenty of time on the way back today, so don't be too anxious.

And when you get there, don't forget to call mom, okay?"

"Mom, don't worry!

When have I not called on time? "

"That's right, but no matter what, I still have to make the call. At least I have to reassure Mom. Do you hear me?"