Loneliness is soaked in my second aunt's bones.

After dinner, I took my daughter for a walk on the country road. On the arch bridge not far in front of me, several uncles and aunts in the village are sitting there gossiping. Seeing me coming, they immediately changed the subject and teased my daughter.

The teacher Lin in their mouth is my second aunt, a kindergarten teacher in our village, and most children in the village are enlightened here. In the past, she waited for anyone whose children couldn't pick them up, or sent them home directly. When she retired a few years ago, she was elected as the director of women in the village because she was eager to help anyone who had something to find her. So my parents' generation respected my second cousin very much.

Second cousin is unlucky again. Married for several years, my second uncle has never had children. Her own big brother advised her to get a divorce and not to involve herself. She didn't listen, and after many twists and turns, she found someone to adopt a girl born in someone else's house. Even so, she was looked down upon by her mother-in-law, not to mention that her mother-in-law took care of her children and was even driven out by her mother-in-law to "stand on her own feet." Although Uncle Table 2 can earn a few dollars by running transportation, he can lose all his money by playing cards before it is too hot.

Two years ago, Aunt Table 2, her only adopted daughter, finally couldn't resist the torture of the disease and left. No one can know how painful she is. It was brought up by her daughter through hard work. Nearly 60 years old, losing a daughter means losing the right to be a mother.

When I saw my second aunt again, she had come out of her sadness. At least to outsiders, her face is still filled with a gentle smile, and she warmly greets the villagers. But I still found tears hidden behind my second aunt.

That holiday, my husband and I took two children back to our hometown. With nothing to do, we drove around the village path, looking for a rape field to take pictures. Somehow, we drove to a small gas station where my aunt at Table 2 worked after retirement.

Since the death of her daughter, Aunt Table 2 has not lived at home. Uncle found a job to refuel at a gas station, and Aunt Table 2 quit her job as a village women's director and went to a gas station to find a job to cook. Because I haven't seen Aunt Table 2 during the Spring Festival (according to relatives, gas stations can't live without people, and they spent their years at gas stations), we drove into the gas station and planned to visit Aunt Table 2.

The gas station is very small, there are only four gas tanks in the pavilion, and the low house stands on the mountain. If it weren't for the "XX gas station" written above the house, it is estimated that no one would notice it. In the gas station, no car is refueling, only the aunt at Table 2 just stands in front of the gas tank. She saw our car coming from a distance and asked enthusiastically what gas to add. I rolled down the window and saw my second aunt, unlike her usual spirit, wearing dark overalls and looking a little black on her face.

"Second aunt, second aunt!" I shouted at my second aunt. Aunt at Table 2 probably didn't recognize us. She looked at us with some doubts and parked her car far away from the gas tank.

When we opened the car door and took the children out, the aunt at Table 2 reacted. As soon as she saw our children, she immediately showed a bright smile on her face, affectionately shouted the names of the two children, and reached out to hug the two little guys. These two children seem a little rusty, because they haven't seen their second aunt too much, but they just want Doby to play with them.

I looked at my second aunt in front of me and didn't know how to say hello to her. This is the first time we have met since she lost her daughter. Fortunately, my husband was around, which broke my embarrassment. Aunt at Table 2 welcomed us into the gas station, where there was a table to keep warm. She asked us to sit down and warm up, but she was busy making some snacks. He said there was nothing to eat here, while stuffing food into the child's hand.

We told her to sit down quickly and not be so busy. Let's sit together. We'll leave later. Aunt at Table 2 is willing to sit down and chat with us. Aunt at Table 2 seems to have saved a lot of words, from the gas station, from my second uncle, from another home ... She kept telling us, but at the same time she didn't forget to invite us to stay for dinner. I hope you don't dislike it here.

How dare we eat here? After all, this is where Aunt Table 2 works. If we eat, we have to work hard. She has to spend money. We waved our hands and refused, saying that the meal was cooked at home and we would go back to eat soon. Aunt at table 2 still refused. "Although not as good as my family here, there are still some dishes and things that I cook for them myself, and the boss is not here. Very casual! "

My second aunt has always been so enthusiastic, but my husband and I are embarrassed, and my 2-year-old son is clamoring to go somewhere else to play at this time. I breathed a sigh of relief, excused the child's stay and said to stay a little longer.

Aunt Table 2 is a kindergarten teacher who has taught for many years after all. She knows children's minds very well, so she won't stay any longer. Let's just chat for a while. After all, the two children still found the gas station boring and dragged us away.

Aunt table 2 came out with us and sent it to the car. When my husband opened the car door and I was holding my little son to get on the bus, the aunt at Table 2 suddenly took out some pink grandfathers from her pocket. She gave two to each of the two children and said, "Aunt at Table 2 has nothing to eat here. Take it to buy delicious food! "

I held the child in my arms and quickly pushed it away. The two children looked at me with no intention of accepting. I held the child in one hand and gave it to my second aunt except one hand.

"Well, this is all for two babies. It's rare to see them! " Aunt at Table 2 "refused to give in" and urged: "If the two babies want to play, take them quickly!"

"Aunt second cousin, we can't eat this. We're just passing by. How can there be? " I helped Dabao get on the bus and gave my second aunt the money in my hand.

Aunt at Table 2 is still hiding behind, refusing to accept the returned money. "This is a small gift for my two babies, which I can't see several times a year ..."

I'm a little sad to hear my second aunt say this, and it's not easy to shirk it. Aunt at table 2 probably thought of her daughter again! After I let my two children get the money, let them say thank you to my second aunt. This time, the two children shouted the second aunt in unison and said thank you sweetly. "ah! Two good babies! " Aunt at Table 2 smiled when she heard this, and her dim face suddenly lit up.

My husband started the car, and I waved goodbye to my second aunt. She still stood there, watching us leave from a distance, until she became a small black spot in our sight. And the small gas station has returned to the previous cold and cheerless, leaving a table aunt on duty to guard the gas station.

Along the way, my husband and I were crying. In the process of meeting my second aunt just now, we obviously felt that she had aged a lot. Only when she saw the child, she was happy from the heart, but there was a trace of sadness in this happiness.

I thought it was fate's biggest injustice to my second aunt, but fate didn't let her go. In the second year after her daughter died, Aunt Table 2' s eldest brother also died of illness. At the funeral, the aunt at Table 2 looked at the black and white photo of Big Brother. Her eyes were blank and she muttered, "I don't even have a big brother!" " "

After I heard that, I felt sad and helpless for my second aunt. Aunt at table 2 has suffered too much in the past two years. First, a year before her daughter died, her mother left with red eyes and tears. Then, my daughter's brain cancer recurred and died, and her hair at the temples was gray. Then, the only big brother left, and her tears could no longer flow out.

For Aunt Table 2, all her close relatives are gone. Since the death of his adopted daughter, Uncle Er Table has resumed his bad habit of gambling, and even often scolds Aunt Er Table. Table 2 Aunt's bitterness has nowhere to tell. She even thought about adopting another child. Relatives advised her, "How many children can you raise in 20 years at your age?" Why raise children? It is better to keep money for your own pension! "

My aunt and second cousin gave up the idea of raising another child. However, every time Aunt Er Table sees her grandchildren's children, her yearning and loneliness in her eyes remind her of her dead daughter again and again. If my daughter were still here, maybe she would have become a grandmother. Now, she still has the kinetic energy to support herself, but she is always lonely.

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