When I returned to my hometown in Northeast China the next year, I heard that one of my brother-in-laws left. He was still working in a unit. Suddenly, he died of illness at night. This brother-in-law ranked fourth, and according to his wife, the wife was the fourth among sisters. My brother-in-law is just over 60 years old and is a little young, which is his life span;
I often think of him, one is that I regretted that he died a little early; the other is that my family was still in the countryside at that time, and after the production team disintegrated, I also had some land to plant, sowing and autumn harvesting, and there were a lot of farm work. This is the fourth brother-in-law's brother-in-law. He called me brother-in-law. Our family was the eldest, and the fourth couple contributed the most. When I help me harvest garlic, corn, and sow seeds, manpower is indispensable.
At that time, my child was young and worked as a private teacher in my hometown elementary school. Life was very difficult. There is no one in my family, and many of the work depends on the relatives of these relatives, the fourth, fifth, and second. Thinking of their help to my family, my heart couldn't help but feel rippled. Now that the fourth brother is dead, I haven't drunk a bowl of water or a bite of rice from me over the years. I owe them too much.
His life was too short. In my opinion, it seems that it has not been fully revealed. After looking back, the person is gone. What a sad thing! My debt to them may be difficult for me to calm down.
I and my car.
