When I died, my son hid far away; When the epidemic happened, my son chased him home!

On the day when the epidemic raged, most people stayed at home and dared not go anywhere. It happened that some people are anxious and desperately want to get out, but it is not the most beautiful to go to the front line to treat patients.

The neighbor told me a true story that happened to her sister.

Say it in a neighbor's voice.

I have a sister who is 60 years old and works as a nanny in our community.

Maybe you will ask, why do you come out to suffer at such a big age? Besides, my family's economic conditions are quite good, and it's my own sister. Give her a little subsidy, enough food and clothing for her.

To tell you the truth, I helped her find the main house.

You may be even more surprised when you hear this. How could I be so ungrateful, personally pushing my sister forward and looking at her face to work for others?

Sister is the best-looking of all brothers and sisters, and she is famous for her ingenuity, so her heart is particularly high.

At the age of eighteen, my sister begged my parents, and my parents begged my brother to worship her, and took out all the savings at home, and finally got my sister to work in the city's Wosi factory.

Despite the hard work of the female workers in Wosi Factory, my sister jumped with joy, because at that time, it was no different for rural people to go to work in cities to eat imperial grain.

Sure enough, my sister's life has been thriving ever since.

First of all, I married a young man with a city hukou and a house. Later, my brother-in-law resigned and went to the sea to do business, and his family was thriving.

The most important thing is that my brother-in-law earns more money and treats my sister as always. My sister is basically in charge of everything at home.

Later, a woman and a son were admitted to the university.

At that time, my sister, it can be said that everything went smoothly and the spring breeze was very proud.

Always thinking about the wind and the rain, which contributed to her arrogance.

Arrogance doesn't matter. She doesn't even care about our brother and sister's headaches, brain fever, physical illness and death.

Her parents were ill in bed for many years, and she didn't wait on them for half a day except for a token amount of money.

My brother's son was short of money when he went to college. She pulled a long face and said many sarcastic words.

When I had a hysteromyoma operation that year, she not only could not see, but also didn't say a word, so there was no such thing.

Among the brothers and sisters, she is the richest, and she doesn't walk around with our family at ordinary times, so her feelings are extremely indifferent.

Her son Dagang is a late arrival, but the baby won't. Give her a rattle if you want her head, and move a ladder if you want to come into the house and uncover tiles.

When I came home for the New Year, my brother's daughter touched Dagang's luxurious model airplane, and Dagang threw my niece's schoolbag into the river. Sister didn't teach Dagang a lesson.

In the summer vacation of my freshman year in the second year of junior high school, my father went to town to send some fruits and vegetables he grew, which was the only time he went to my sister's house when he was alive.

Dagang spends money like water, and my father said a few words to him. He threw away my dad's package and shut the old man out.

It was raining cats and dogs outside, and my father hobbled home to the station in the rain.

For takong's wanton behavior, my sister always downplays it and rarely strictly disciplines it.

Since childhood, Dagang has spent a lot of money, especially after going to college, and consumption is chasing fashion. Apple mobile phones, brand belts, high-end hotels and luxury tours in Europe are all sons who spend a lot of money.

More and more, so that 50 thousand to 60 thousand a month, my sister got nervous and began to reduce the living expenses of Dagang.

If you don't give money, Dagang will either make a hullabaloo about or even cajole. These tricks have been used many times, and then you simply drop them in borrow money to spend.

Of course, my sister paid back the money in full. Can you be indifferent to interests?

After graduating from college, Dagang either disliked this disgraceful job, complained about the low income, or felt that he was overqualified. Anyway, he fished for three days and dried his net for two days, and then went home to work full-time.

Before long, my brother-in-law's business went from bad to worse, urging Dagang to go out and find a job and stand on his own feet. To this end, the father and son had a quarrel and even beat and scold.

After a while, Dagang still went his own way, indulging in games as always.

Late one night, a stranger knocked at the door, urging for a large loan owed by Dagang.

My sister and brother-in-law didn't really realize the danger of Dagang going astray until now.

After another beating and cursing, they dried their tears and reluctantly returned the loan to their son.

Their tears and kindness, the son not only did not repent, but often spoke ill of them.

Rome was not built in a day as a runaway wild horse. How can it be called back in a few words?

In addition to loans, Dagang, eager to get rich, is also infected with gambling.

Dagang was penniless and hid in Tibet, so the creditors had to gamble with the old couple.

Gambling is a bottomless pit, and the old couple's coffins are all taken out to pay their debts, leaving only the walls of their house.

After selling the house and paying off the gambling debt for the last time, my brother-in-law died suddenly in the middle of the night within one year.

Dagang didn't dare to come back to offer his condolences, so he stayed away because he heard that he was going to catch a turtle in a barrel for debt collection.

My sister is seriously ill and her health is not as good as before. I went to pick her up and nurse her back to my house, but she refused to live or die.

In the early years, our brothers and sisters were not as good as her, but now, our family lives in harmony and is rich.

She said that before, she looked down on everyone and never helped her brothers and sisters. Now, how dare she come to our house to eat and drink? Being old and homeless is God's retribution. Who told your adopted son not to teach others to harm himself?

When the house was sold, she had to rent a shabby shed to live in.

When the retirement salary is not high, she does odd jobs and sometimes picks up garbage.

In the unit behind my house, there happened to be a widowed grandmother who needed someone to take care of her, so she introduced my sister and asked me to take care of her nearby.

People who have been pampered for most of their lives are now doing the most tiring and dirty work, wearing the simplest clothes, scrimping and saving, throwing eight cents, thinking about saving money for their sons to get married and have children in the future.

She often talks to herself, because she committed a crime, and she willingly came to atone for it.

My brother-in-law has been dead for five years, and Dagang has never come home, and of course he has no home.

When the Spring Festival epidemic broke out, many people stayed up all night and were anxious.

Perhaps it was a matter of conscience that Dagang called back several times to ask questions.

Later, I heard that my sister lost her appetite and was depressed, and she kept clamoring for her to come back.

My sister was very scared. She warned him to stay where he was anyway and come back when the epidemic improved.

After staying in the same place for 14 days, as soon as some traffic lines were restored, Dagang came back non-stop and reported directly to the property management of the rental house, and was isolated for 14 days.

He told me that every day when I was away from home, I was afraid, and there was not a day when I didn't have nightmares. I didn't feel at ease until I came back. I won't run away from difficulties in the future. I will earn money to pay my debts and live a good life.

I don't know how much he has suffered in the past few years, and I don't want to explore what happened to him, which made him change so much. I hope his prodigal son will never change money.

What I know is that a spoiled child is like killing a child. Parents' excessive doting and doting is an invisible knife, which kills the child inch by inch unconsciously.

When the neighbor said this, I nodded deeply.

It is parents' instinct to love children, but how to love vertically can better test parents' wisdom and rationality, otherwise improper love will not only backfire, but also bite themselves!