In memory of Sister Ying

Sister Ying has been away from this world for seven years, and probably no one remembers or mentions her except her family. But I still want to write her experience as my personal memory of this elder sister.

Sister Ying is from Changting, Fujian, and her husband is also from there. Sister Ying was tall and big when she was young, with white skin and big eyes, so she should have some beauty. When I met her, she and her husband were running a shop processing car cushions. Her shop is in a bad location. There are many pieces of cloth and leather hanging on the wall on one side of the room. On one side of the room, there is a sewing machine for Yingjie's work. Below is a pile of rags and leather.

Because the store location is not good, the business in the store is not busy, and many orders need to be introduced and assisted by acquaintances. But once she comes to work, she is often in a hurry. Her husband can't do it. Yingjie is a newcomer in this industry, so she has to stay up late to do it herself. To tell the truth, at that time, Yingjie often lived in a mess, a little unkempt, and neglected his own image. Her face and eyes are often swollen, and she often has dark circles. She was only in her forties, but she was very fat and looked a little older than her age. Clothes are often worn casually.

Although Yingjie worked hard at that time, it was said that her husband would beat her when he was drunk. Originally, her husband was a thin man and shouldn't fight, but she probably didn't fight back, so he always succeeded.

However, it is said that Yingjie was a woman with good taste in clothes when she was young. At that time, Yingjie's husband was an elite with higher education. As a housewife, Yingjie has also lived a glamorous life for many years. She ate well, dressed well, had children and a unhappy life, and was once envied by many people. At that time, my brother-in-law wouldn't hit her, except that he spoke a little grumpy.

Unfortunately, later, the husband and wife were addicted to stock trading, and after a few years, they squandered a lot of money. If they stop at this time, it may not be too bad, but at that time, they were probably blind, charged relatives and friends a lot of money to read books, and finally squandered it. Her husband, in order to pay off his debts quickly, sold his big house and even quit his job and started doing business in other places. His children stayed in their hometown, leaving them to their parents for discipline and study.

Their business is also very bad, and their hard work is only enough to barely maintain the daily expenses of a family of several. Since then, her husband has often been drunk, probably because he is depressed. When you are drunk, you will beat Yingjie to vent your anger. The kind English sister, also aware of her husband's pain, silently endured his attack and became a sandbag for him to vent.

At that time, we often went to her shop. Sometimes her husband was happy when he met his fellow villagers, and the other party or himself always mentioned the good days that everyone envied before. Her husband is particularly unwilling. Why did nature create man? Gao Feixia, who was originally envied by everyone, had to be reduced from an executive of a big company to a small businessman who barely maintained food and clothing and was busy all day. His inner structure is very big, but his dreams can't fit in the real shop.

Later, at the end of 14, Ying Jie went back to her hometown and then went to the hospital for examination. As a result, she was told that she had lymphoma. The disease soon showed a horrible face on her, and her body deteriorated rapidly, and she was dying. At first, she thought that as long as she was treated seriously, she would recover soon, but with constant hospitalization, chemotherapy and radiotherapy, she endured all kinds of pain and suffering, and her body declined rapidly. Like a lost flower, it soon went to ruin.

At this time, her husband raised money to sell iron to treat her, stood by her bedside unswervingly, and dutifully served her last years, which was considered forbearance. At this time, Ying Jie should be relieved. She didn't choose the wrong person. It was also at this time that her husband found out how sorry he was and how he should not have tortured her for many years. This hard-working bully, this woman who always cooks food for him diligently, and this employee who always stays up late to work overtime to make money for him are gone in the future.

Sister Ying suddenly left our life like this. After the spring of the following year, I could only listen to her fellow villagers talk about her illness intermittently. She is very ill, and the situation is worse. The whole person is listless, dying, gone and buried. ...

It was not until her departure that I discovered that life was so impermanent. Yingjie, who thought she was just going home for the New Year, a fat woman with a loud voice and a love of jokes, came to the end of her life because of illness so soon. How attached she should be to the world. Her daughter is only a teenager and her son is still in primary school. ...

I was in insurance at that time. In fact, I went to her shop to chat and have tea many times during the exhibition, and sometimes I stayed for a light meal. I once wanted to sell her insurance, and she also wanted to buy it. But when I learned about her financial situation and debt, I didn't mention it again. If I could persuade her to buy an insurance policy at that time, even if her illness could not be controlled, it would at least greatly alleviate the financial embarrassment at home. Unfortunately, there is no if in life. I feel sorry that I can't help her because of my work.

Sometimes I can't help thinking that lymphoma has something to do with her sleepless nights, her long-term inner depression, her being bullied and beaten by her husband, her suffering, and her worries ... Sister Ying's life is really bitter! Now that seven years have passed, I don't know whether she has been reincarnated and started a new life. I hope she will suffer less in the afterlife!

Some people say that a person's departure is not a real death, and the real death begins from the moment of forgetting. I don't know why these years, but I can't forget her, so she just lives in my heart all the time.