Summary of five family stories

What is happiness? Honey bud knows that someone has done such a survey, and the most answered is that the family lives happily together. For your convenience, I'll tell you a little story about family.

Family story 1

As the most famous Chinese director in Hollywood, John Woo is famous for his obsession with movies. In his early years, he devoted himself to his career and neglected his wife and children, which led to constant contradictions between the couple and almost broke up. After 32 years of marriage, John Woo and his wife not only live in harmony and love, but also have a successful career. Talking about his own marriage experience, John Woo said with infinite emotion: "If a man wants to succeed, he must find a suitable balance between his career and his family."

One-year love letter saves family crisis

John Woo told reporters in Hong Kong: "I was so desperate when I was in Hong Kong. I put my energy and time on my work, and my thoughts and time on my family were pitiful, which gradually evolved into a family crisis. " After Mrs. Wu Niu Chunlong immigrated to the United States with her children, she persistently wrote a love letter for more than a year and recalled it today. Mrs. Wu is still shy: "His letter makes me feel very important. They often say things like I love you very much. Oh, it turns out that he loves me so much, and it feels good. "

Later, for the sake of family harmony, John Woo, who had not seen the future of Hollywood at that time, gritted his teeth and went to the United States. John Woo said: "After I came to the United States, I didn't have to work on weekends, so I spent more time with my family and my family relationship improved."

In Kangxi Comes, John Woo shyly admits that he will accompany his wife to the gym in leg press and give him a hug. After 32 years of "housewife" homework, Niu Chunlong ushered in Wu Yusen's lateness-"Red Cliff is like my wife", which is probably the hottest love story she has ever heard: "It's all flattering me. He has never filmed before. " John Woo promised his wife that his 30-year honeymoon has not yet come true. He can't stop the movie. "In his mind, career is always the first, and family is the last. I have more time now, because he has no time to accompany me, so I have to insist. I am always waiting for him. If he tells me that he will retire this minute, I can take my luggage and go with him at once. "

I don't want my wife and daughter to get their hands dirty, but I am willing to be the "master" of the family.

Wu Yusen has two daughters. Regarding the choice of study and career, both he and his wife respect girls' own interests. In family education, John Woo does not deny that his wife has made the greatest contribution. From being a person to doing things, she has set many examples for her daughter. "My eldest daughter likes teaching. The two daughters have different personalities and hobbies. The youngest daughter doesn't talk much. She likes to observe. Although we haven't talked much, she has worked with me for eight years. She is my work assistant. She likes my movies very much. This is the biggest communication. "

In front of his daughter, John Woo is the most intimate father and the most "good" father. As he said, he listened to his daughter. "The eldest daughter told me not to smoke or drink, and I obeyed. I am more afraid of my daughter than my wife. "

When John Woo worked in the United States, he deliberately settled his home in a relatively quiet suburb, and they enjoyed the tranquility and warmth. Wu Yusen's housekeeping skill of "pleasing" his wife and daughter is cooking: "I often cook for them. No matter what happens, I go to the kitchen to cook whenever I have time, and they are all very happy. I will try my best to cook a meal, whether it is three hours or eight hours, they will feel the warmth of their families. I don't want my wife's hands to get dirty, nor do I want my daughter's hands to get dirty. If I need help, I will call my little son. My work is too busy and I put a lot of energy into it, so I try to make them comfortable at home. "

His daughter is his tacit partner.

John Woo's youngest daughter, Wu Feixia, made several guest appearances in his film Sword Rain. Wu Yusen commented on his little daughter: "I saw her performance at the scene of Sword Rain. Although it was only a few short times, it was very good. "

At the same time, Wu Feixia also has an identity, and that is John Woo's assistant. "About 2 1 year old, I started to do things related to movies. Such as commercials and independent films. At first, I was just a research assistant, mainly responsible for consulting and preparing materials needed for filming. Later, my father began to let me be his personal assistant. " Wu Feixia said.

On the set, Wu Feixia is a good assistant. John Woo said, "Sometimes we talk for a while, not for long. Although she works next to me, neither of us is used to talking. We mainly make eye contact. When I was filming in Hollywood, there were many unpleasant situations. When I wanted to lose my temper, she held me down and immediately calmed me down. She knows me very well, so do I. When he is going to lose his temper, I have a hunch. Even if I wasn't with him at that time and felt that he was going to lose his temper, I would go over and stand by and watch him, and his mood would be controlled a little. " Wu Feixia said with a smile.

Family story 2

At first, she didn't like me.

On her 2 1 birthday, I asked my husband's man to take me to celebrate her birthday. It's snowing, and my hands are warm in men's hands. At that time, I had only been in love with this man for two months. It is when you are jealous of me that love is clearly written on your acne-covered face.

She was waiting for us happily at the station, but the smile in her eyes suddenly disappeared when she looked at our tangled hands. I brought her a present, but she frowned and refused to give her a perfunctory smile. Her eyebrows and eyes are full of grievances. I didn't understand it at the time, but I thought she was headstrong and difficult. It took me 10 years to understand. It was the man and I who ignored her feelings. We forget that for 2 1 years, the men around me only loved her and tried their best to hurt her. Someone gave him a piece of candy, so he took it out and licked it, and quickly wrapped it back just to give it to her; Walking has been holding her hand, from 2 years old to 2 1 years old, has always had its own name, he just called her smelly Ni 'er. Suddenly, I came, the delicious candy became mine, the warmth of my hands became mine, and even the name that originally belonged to her was given to me. So much love that originally belonged to her was taken away by me in vain, and anyone else would be unhappy. However, before lovers get married, love will definitely be more important than affection.

Whether she likes it or not, her brother finally became my man. She is in the west and we are in the east. It's rare to meet each other. The relationship is not too far or too close, and there is a deliberate alienation in manners. I am one year younger than her. At that time, we didn't have a marriage certificate, and even our parents had never met, so she didn't call me sister-in-law, but vaguely called me "hey" or "hi".

The first time she approached, her brother had an accident. She and I both received a phone call from the doctor. I met two people at the gate of the hospital, two faces full of tears, and we ran hand in hand to the emergency room. This man has been sent to have an operation. We have been holding hands through the door, as if this can comfort each other. For half an hour, we stood up and looked out through the door. The rest of the time, we held each other's hands. She said, nothing. I told you, it's gonna be okay. When we saw the innocent man, we all cried our eyes out.

After that, they began to send messages to each other and occasionally asked each other to go shopping. She also gave me a specific title. She called me a beauty, and then explained, "In fact, you are not very beautiful, but you are used to calling me a beauty to please you." I called her an angel and told her to run after me all over the street. She thought it was too shabby for her. Some people used to be cute.

She is in love, but we are at odds. We don't like any of her boyfriends and we can't dissuade them. We tipped off our parents. Her life is in chaos. But in the end, I got her marriage. My parents won't let us participate in her wedding planning. In a rage, she went shopping in a hurry and lost 4 pounds in a week. I still feel sorry for her. I made a list, bought everything she needed in the middle of the night, tied a red rope and posted a happy word. Looking at that pile of red is as sad as marrying a daughter. Some people really don't want her to leave. Then we watched her wedding video, and there were only two people who were most unhappy-her mother and me.

In a blink of an eye, we have passed 30 and have our own children. The difference between the two babies is 10 days. The first time we put them together, we knew to hold each other's hands. She squatted beside her two babies and said, "This is your brother and this is your brother. You should love each other for life, just like your mother and I. "Time has polished us into love-yes, I forget when she changed her name to my sister-in-law. I quarreled with a man, and she must be the most anxious. She yelled at the man and called my mother-in-law when she was in a hurry.

When I was writing, she happened to come to my house, took a casual look, saw the topic and smiled and asked me who to write. She said, "Sister-in-law, if you are blue or have any little secrets, you must tell me, and I will share your happiness, and then I will keep your secret." I'm the one who laughs wildly. Whose little secret would I tell my man's sister?

Time is a good thing, which makes many people cross each other and become more and more inseparable. Marriage is a good thing, it gives me a man worthy of love, and also gives me the most popular confidante.

Family story 3

When the husband died, the son was 6 years old. In June of that year, I took him to the school to register. When filling out the form, I stubbornly left the column "father" blank, as if I didn't know it couldn't be hidden. A female teacher with a loud voice called her son's name in public and asked me to fill in the blanks. I didn't expect that I would be so fragile, fill out the form and cry uncontrollably. From that day on, I really began to face a boy without a father.

My son was very good when he was a child. When my husband was in hospital, I once took him to the hospital to see his father. On the way, I bought him and his father an ice cream and sat in the back seat of the bike. He asked, "Mom, why don't you eat it yourself?" "Mom doesn't like cold food." He said, "No! It's not that you don't like food, but that our family doesn't have that much money. When I grow up, I must buy three ice creams, 1 for you, 1 for me, 1 for my father. "

In those years when my husband was ill, I always had no energy to take care of him. Once, he got pneumonia and didn't go to kindergarten. At noon, after he fell asleep, I opened it. I wanted to come back before he woke up, but I was delayed in the hospital. It was late autumn, and it was already dark when I came back. I rushed into the stair-door and saw him standing in the dark corridor. The two thin legs in cotton trousers are even more abrupt at the moment. He didn't cry, he didn't cry after seeing his mother, and he didn't ask me why I came back so late, as if he knew that her mother had to take care of her father first.

Whenever he is sick or telling a story before going to bed, I walk away and he never protests in any way. I know this is caused by the environment, and the children who suffer at home have long understood it. This makes me both happy and sad.

Once, I can't remember why my son offended me. I smashed one of his toy cars into pieces. He is almost a boy who never makes mistakes, so it is hard for me to imagine that he would make me so angry. In the following years, I imagined his frightened expression and felt his innocence and helplessness. I told some friends about it and said, "I actually bullied a child!" " "My friend comforted me that every parent would do such a thing. But I can't forgive myself.

During the most important period of his personality growth from the age of 3 to 6, I seldom caressed him, whispered with him, and even took him to the suburbs and amusement parks. Even when I got home at 9 pm, I found my son who was alone at home had a high fever of nearly 40℃, but I couldn't say "I'm sorry" to him. I know I have no fragile rights. I can only say to my son in my heart: mom owes you time and care, even if you do your duty for mom and filial piety for dad. After my husband died, I agreed to take him out for the first time. But the next morning, I had a high fever, but I still insisted on climbing the mountain and playing with him. Until I couldn't hold on, I lay on a bench in the park. Because I don't know what else I can do to repay what I owe him.

In the first two years of his boarding, when I picked him up every weekend, I would habitually ask him, "Do you miss your mother?" He would say with great restraint, "a little." I then asked, "How much is one point?" He draws with two hands, big and small, and my heart will be more gratified or lost with the size of his small hand opening and closing.

Once, he accidentally broke his classmate's face while playing in the dormitory. Afterwards, the classmate's father angrily threatened him: "I want to find your father and let your father teach you a lesson!" " "This scene is another classmate's mother told me. She also said, "Your son just cried and didn't answer a word. He looks miserable. "That day, I almost didn't sleep all night. I couldn't bear to think how sad it would be if he didn't have the same tall father to protect me.

At lunch the next day, I ran to the school 20 kilometers away from home and waited for him at the gate of the canteen. I held back from crying. I was relieved to hear him say "I'm fine" like a man. Finally, at the weekend, I went to the parent hysterically and accused him of unilaterally intervening in the children's disputes. He had no right to teach other people's children a lesson. Except for my son, I have never been so hesitant about anything and then overreacted. Every time this happens, I try my best to put my son under my wing like an angry hen.

For five years, every Tomb-Sweeping Day and Memorial Day, taking our son to visit the grave has become the most important family affair in our two families. It takes an hour to walk from the foot of the mountain to the cemetery. The two of us took flowers, one for me and the other for him, and talked while walking. I can't imagine how I will walk on this mountain road leading to the cemetery year after year without my son's company.

It's a little ridiculous to say. At my age when I am above vanity for fame and even for the opposite sex, I often can't help playing vanity in front of a teenage boy. For example, sometimes I will brag to him a little about my so-called achievements that I don't even value myself; For another example, every time I go to his school, I will deliberately dress myself up so that he will not feel humiliated; For example, I actively evaluate senior titles in order to have an explanation for him in the future. I did it wishful thinking, but I hope he will think his mother is great. Because he has no father, I must do my best.

Years ago, a friend came from Chongqing and gave me a handicraft. A swan carries three little swans on its back, and the swan protects them with its wings. There is a card in the exquisite packaging box, which says, "I will carry it with me all my life, sweet, happy and proud." She said that when she saw this sentence, she thought of our mother and son.

In fact, which mother in the world is not like this? Tired, worried and angry, but also sweet, happy and proud. Because the son is a boy without a father, his mother is destined to have too much sadness and bitterness, and therefore too much emotion and happiness.

Family story 4

At 8 o'clock this evening, my daughter suddenly proposed to play games. She said, "Dad, you stand here." Then she asked me to stand opposite her husband and said, "You can hold your hands up and then hold them up to make them look like arch bridges." Then, my daughter took my husband and I as the axis, crossed the arch bridge built by ourselves, circled around our bodies, and sang while turning.

In my daughter's singing, my husband and I also smiled happily and laughed. I asked my husband, "How did your hands get so rough?" When he was in love, his hands were very delicate. I teased him that such a good hand should be able to play the piano. After six years of marriage, we were busy making money, having children, and stumbling through life. We never looked at each other's hands as carefully as when we were in love, and suddenly we had a different taste in our hearts. At this time, the husband also said, "Your hand has changed. Your hands used to be soft, but now they are hard. " I said, "On this day." This night, long-lost worries began to appear again.

Since then, our whole family has fallen in love with this kind of physical contact game. We have developed from "arch bridge" to "sedan chair". My husband and I crossed our hands to form a cushion. Then my daughter's legs straddled the circle formed by our arms, sat on our hands and put her hands on my husband's shoulders. We shouted, "Here comes the bride, here comes the bride." Take your daughter from one room to another. Carrying it, my husband suddenly said, "I'm tired. I'll come back after a rest." I was surprised: "I'm not tired, how can you be tired?" Husband said, "It's been like this for a while, and it's easy to get tired."

I was a little scared and took my husband to the hospital the next day. The result of the examination was high transaminase. My husband had hepatitis when he was a child. As long as he is in poor health, transaminase will rise. When I got home, I ordered my husband not to do housework for a month and go to bed at night 10. And I also began to make soup in purple casserole every night, and I got up early in the morning to cook noodles for him with the cooked soup.

In the past, in order to take on more work, I always had a lot of entertainment at night. Now that I think about it, what matters is the health of my family, and money can't be earned. So I try to go home early at night and cook some good dishes with vegetarian dishes to make my husband's diet more reasonable and help him recuperate. In less than a month, my husband's mental state improved obviously and went to the hospital for a blood test. Sure enough, transaminase basically returned to normal.

That day, I came home from the hospital, and my husband and I were clasped. This intimate feeling touched me very much. After so many years of marriage, we only have physical communication when we are close, and we are usually busy with each other. We seldom feel this intimacy, so that we all ignore each other's bodies and forget a look and a smiling face that once moved us.

My husband also sighed with emotion: "Usually reading newspapers only pays attention to work-related information, but now it is different. I read the newspaper yesterday, and there was a very good story about a couple hugging once a day. I was actually very touched when I saw it. "

At some point, we got home. As soon as I entered the room, my husband opened his arms. I rushed over and he hugged me tightly. It's the first time I've been hugged so warmly by him. I feel spoiled in my father's arms and can't help crying.

In the evening, our family of three began to play games again. I had a whim and asked my daughter to "drill a cave". My husband and I were lying in bed, our bodies were constantly overlapping, making all kinds of "caves", and then my daughter climbed in the middle like a pangolin. This kind of "body language" communication makes us gradually understand what "intimacy" is in skin blind date.

Many years ago, I read a poem about the way two people love each other, that is, "combing each other's feathers." I didn't know much at that time, but now I finally have a new understanding. Between men and women, the most essential needs are the satisfaction of life and the integration of bodies, and the most basic thing in life is the intimacy of each other's bodies.

Family story 5

Father's pet phrase is: "Be careful, don't let mom know."

My mother was betrothed to my father by my grandfather when I was eight years old. At that time, grandpa had 90 acres of wheat fields and often helped his family. Later, grandpa's family property was confiscated, but grandpa's family was in full swing and opened a big basket shop in Tianjin, but grandpa insisted on marrying his mother as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, and her mother cried at that time. The poor father comforted his mother with his whole life's tenderness, and at the same time won the attention of all ages in the village, including his grandfather's family, in an unexpected way. Besides, there are some things that her mother has never known.

My father worked in grandpa's basket weaving shop and learned that my uncle broke up with his partner because of a bicycle. He bought a bike from Tangshan overnight and sent it to my uncle's house. He didn't dare to go home, so he returned to Tianjin that night. At that time, my two brothers also reached marriageable age. Bicycle is a rare dowry, and my father is afraid that my mother will be angry when she knows it.

During the funeral for his father, his two sons carefully arranged for his brother to stay in front of his father's coffin day and night.

At that time, big mirrors were popular and hung on the wall directly above the cabinet. Birds are painted on the mirror, or poems by Chairman Mao are written on it. There are flowers and birds or figures on the three edges of the mirror, most of which are pine trees, bamboo trees and plum trees. It is very beautiful. Hanging a mirror like that on the wall is the expectation of our whole family.

Later, my father took the money he had saved for a year and went to Tangshan to buy a big mirror. At that time, he went to Eryijia Village to wait for the train. When he got on the bus, his second aunt politely said that she wanted one, too. My father used the only 60 yuan money to carry two mirrors, one of which was directly hung on the wall of my second aunt's house. Of course, he did not let his mother know. Because in my mother's heart, my second aunt's spare time is better than mine. Why should we help them?

That year, my second uncle was very ill and was admitted to Shanhaiguan Hospital. My second uncle just died, and my second aunt was embarrassed to ask her sons for money. She is in a hurry because she also wants to see her second uncle. Father secretly took out 200 yuan money to send his second aunt to the railway station. Of course, he didn't let his mother know. Because my mother always said, "Your second aunt's sons are all rich, and the money can't be spent."

After his father died, his second aunt often went to the grave to talk to his father. She said, "Knowing that your father is buried here, come and see him, and you will no longer be lonely. Just talk to him often. " At some point, my second aunt cried. My mother said that when my second uncle died, I had never seen her so sad.

My father came to see me at my home, and I heard that my aunt who had a problem at home also moved to the county seat. He said to me, "Let bygones be bygones, don't hold grudges like your mother. At that time, your aunt was also at fault, and so was your mother. " He asked me to buy roast chicken and watermelon to visit my aunt. Of course, he still didn't let mom know. Because my mother once said, "As long as it is my child, I can never go to see my aunt." .

When my father died, menstruation's cousins came, and they knelt down and shouted "Grandpa", which my mother never expected.

Whenever my mother and I were left alone at home, she took pains to tell me that her father was very kind to her before his death. My father's love for my mother is engraved in my mind like a movie. I looked at my gray-haired mother and wanted to say that my father still has a lot of love you don't know. It is these special loves that make our children inherit the strength and diligence of their mothers and the kindness and tolerance of their fathers.

Every time I listen to my mother's nagging, "I'm not as timid as you, and your father listens to me all my life." I really want to say, "Sometimes my father doesn't listen to you." But I pursed my lips and kept my mouth shut, so that my mother could continue her pride in her father's absence. The love that my mother doesn't know is the unique love that my father passed on to my mother through others in my life, which enriches the connotation of love. It is this love that makes our children deeply proud of having such a father.

I can't say any more, because I seem to hear my father's words: "Be careful, don't let your mother know."

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