Brother Dairy and his wife, who were just newly married at the time, were unfortunately both neglected and undervalued sons and new daughters-in-law who were rejected. The author still remembers that when I was a guest at their house in the first year, in the whole house, when the old, young, women, and children all ran to the atrium to surround me and make a happy painting, the new daughter-in-law of milk brother. ,
but can only nest in the house, peeping popular database through the door half-covered to see our play. It's no wonder that Dairy Brother, who spends all day on the cattle farm and spends only a few hours with his daughter-in-law, has to find spiritual supplies in the middle of the night after taking off the heavy farm work, so that he can return home to sleep comfortably. Every day after work, very punctually, at about eleven o’clock (two in the morning in
as long as the bell rings outside the door, I have already rested in the room. Rana Amin and I, no matter how passionate we were and how we were enjoying our newlyweds, we had to get dressed and lie down in parallel, because within a few seconds, we would hear Brother Dairy going straight to our room. Crash sound. That summer, the doorbell in the middle of the night became almost a reflexive nightmare for the author.