In Those Years, Our Family

In 1951, he was born in a very poor rural area. My father said: "Our family has been farming for generations, and you have to farm too." He didn't believe it. He lit a kerosene lamp to study and became the first person in the village to eat from the public family. He is an accountant, calculating accounts one by one, from bookkeeper to deputy director. He has three brothers - the second brother who stayed in the countryside, the third brother who was the first to start a business, and the fourth brother who joined the army. The four people made an appointment: every New Year's Eve, no one is allowed to be absent. He thought the good times had just begun. Later, he fell from the clouds. He gritted his teeth and said: "No matter how difficult the life is, the children's books cannot be stopped." Forty years later, he was lying in a hospital bed with the college acceptance letters of his eight grandchildren in front of him. The fourth brother, the younger brother who had been a soldier, was now ninety years old, and said something that made everyone burst into tears: "Brother, have you seen it? No one in our family is left behind." This is the ups and downs of a family for fifty years. There are betrayals, debts, and darkest moments, as well as wine on New Year's Eve, ledgers under the pillow, and a yellowed family photo. A letter from home expresses the resilience and affection of a Chinese-style family.