Bengbu wedding banquet restaurant

At noon today, I drove to the countryside to attend a wedding banquet, which was the remarried wedding banquet of my wife's little brother's son. There are five or six tables in the hotel. In rural areas, vegetables are piled high and there are as many as ten cold dishes. When the last meatball is ready, it will be a round table. The table is full of plates and dishes.

Accompanied by the guests, the bride and groom have made a toast. Talk over dinner. The bride and groom have been together for five or six years. They are both beautiful and have a good image. The woman's family is from other places and remarried, and there is no bride price. It's just a process, an inherent right. This kind of wedding is really rare now. The son of the man and his ex-wife is seven or eight years old, running around asking who has cash. He wants to go shopping in a small shop. In fact, the man is only in his twenties and has a sister who has grown into a big girl. She is also fifteen or sixteen years old, and she looks like one meter seven. When their father died, the little girl was only four or five years old and was named Jingjing because she was afraid of being "taken away" by her beloved father. Their mother also married an elderly retired teacher a year after their father died.

After all these years, I thought times had changed. When attending the wedding reception, I always think how good it would be if my wife's little brother, the groom's father, saw all this or was still alive to attend. I feel that time is really a cold thing. How many things have changed unconsciously along the way.

My wife's little brother, my little brother, called little brother.

More than ten years ago, my wife and I finally got married after a long love run. After going home for three days, I sat at the main seat of the square table in the old man's house, and my little brother sat at the main seat. At that time, he was in his thirties, with clear eyes, regular facial features and medium posture. When he speaks, he always grins, even smiles in the eyes. He feels very kind and close to the people. I feel that we can talk together and feel like family.

At that time, I was riding my Prince Haojue motorcycle and taking the necessary transportation to visit my relatives and friends at work. My little brother added a small rubber fender with a very suitable size behind the fender tile in front of my motorcycle and fixed it with a spring. Very firm, beautiful and convenient, and will not throw mud again. He used to run motorcycles in Shanghai. He is a careful man.

He is also a thrifty man. He was one of the first people to build a building in the countryside. As long as the workers build a framework, the interior decoration is done by themselves to save money. Cement, paint, etc. At that time, he was ill and had a stomachache, so he took some medicine to deal with it. When you are a little tougher, go to the village doctor and hang a few bottles of water. Finally, I couldn't hold on any longer, so I went to the hospital. A check, it is intestinal cancer. The intestines are thicker than the arms. I heard that they have been cleaning for a long time.

My wife and I will visit him and chat with him when we have time. He heard that we sometimes quarrel, and he told me seriously that we should tolerate me more and not care too much. At that time, I went to Bengbu for effective treatment and my condition was excellent. Later, I went to work in Shanghai. First, look at the factory gate and be a security guard. Then I went to the chess room to tidy up and brought tea. Because of the lack of protection for the body, sometimes the regeneration is idle and the condition worsens. In fact, intestinal cancer itself is not necessarily a life-threatening disease. He returned to his hometown. When I saw him again, he was extremely thin and his spirit was getting worse every time. Later, he became terminally ill, and the time before and after was less than three years. Later, every time I knew we were going, I knew I wanted to eat roast duck and pig's trotters on my own initiative. I probably thought time was running out. If I can eat more good food, I will eat more good food, which is another kind of persistence in life. We took it with us, and he was greedy when he ate, and his thinking was clear, but he showed irritability and impatience from time to time. My wife and I will pinch his back and beat his shoulder when he cries for pain, so as to alleviate his pain, but most of the time with him is just a fragment, and we have our own things to do.

Then I got a call saying that he had passed away. My wife and children and I attended his funeral all the way and stayed there at night until he was sent to the ground. At that time, my mother-in-law was crying in the dark. My wife's grandmother's tears and a sentence "My meat" could make people feel sad, but I was extremely sad. Seeing them like this, I also secretly wiped a tear from time to time, and I couldn't help choking up, letting a person in his family look at me from time to time, meaning that this strange face would be so sad.

You may meet many people in society and life, but not many people make you feel that you can really get along and leave with great regret. I feel very sorry for the death of my little brother, just like losing a bosom friend. He was less than forty when he died, his son (the groom who remarried today) was only a teenager, his daughter was only four or five years old, and his wife was only thirty or forty years old.

A year later, his wife remarried. Four or five years later, my son got married. In two years, grandson. Another year, my son divorced. Now my son is married again. The remarried groom will tell him this when he goes to the happy grave tomorrow. When he died, his daughter was just sensible. According to rural customs, she was tied up in one place. She was afraid of being taken away by her loving father, so she changed her name to "Mo Jing". She also knows that she is crying for her father. Now she has grown into a slim girl, half a head taller than boys of the same age, and will find a good family when she grows up. Without him, children should grow up and get married, but in different ways. Time is a heartless thing.

After my younger brother died, I went to burn paper on his grave in Tomb-Sweeping Day every year, except this year. When you leave, burn some yellow paper and remember this past. Later, I was accompanied by his adult grandson. The little guy is a living monkey all the way, happy, jumping, extremely cheerful and fearless. You tease him, he knows how to protect himself, and he knows how to fight and resist. In his stepfather's house, the difficult living environment and complicated interpersonal relationship not only didn't embarrass him, but tempered his tough character. When burning paper, he also knows to say, Grandpa, I'm coming to your grave.

Since Qingming this year, I'm not going to burn paper on my little brother's grave again. As I said, time is a ruthless thing. As it goes by and washes away, everything will be deformed and stale. I used to need this form of going to the scene to recall and mourn the past, but now I prefer to hide it in my heart, just like hiding something in a drawer. You know there is such a thing, you know it's in the drawer, that's enough.

That's it.