In the late autumn of 1955, under the old locust tree in Chenjiagou, Chen Yumei, the daughter of the Chen family, was born. In the next sixteen years, the mother gave birth to five more daughters one after another, and it was not until the seventh child that she expected her younger brother Chen Xiangyang.
From a poor family, six sisters raised a younger brother. The eldest sister Chen Yumei studied barefoot and became a commune cadre, the second sister taught and educated people, the third sister worked for her father, the fourth sister established herself as a tailor, the fifth and sixth sisters joined the army and started medicine and started a business, and the seventh brother was admitted to a prestigious school and became a civil servant. The six daughters bloomed like sunflowers, but they never forgot their roots under the old locust tree.
Grandma Liu, with her little feet bound, was guarding the old house, waiting for her husband who was captured as a young man seventy years ago and never returned. In 2018, she returned to the countryside. When she was dying, she only said: "Your father, come to pick me up."
This is a story about roots and destination, waiting and blooming.
Okay, pretty good-looking