I often wonder if there are any brothers and sisters like me in this world.. If it weren't for my brother's accidental search, I probably wouldn't know who my biological parents are in my life..
Wen/Che Wen Jun
I grew up in Xinjiang, became familiar with the mountains, mountains and waters of Xinjiang, and got used to the local conditions and customs of Xinjiang..
My parents came to Xinjiang when they were young. My father worked in water conservancy and later worked in a large group. I remember picking red flowers (a kind of Chinese herbal medicine) with my parents when I was young..
Like other children in my childhood, I grew up happily under the care of my parents. I was 16 years old when I finished junior high school. My parents found a relationship and I took part in the work.. At the age of 19, some people in the same village said that I was adopted from other people's homes.. At that time, I was very angry. From then on, I began to pay attention to the appearance and character of myself and my family. I found that I did not look like my parents at all. I asked my parents if they were really angry and angry.. My brain, inside, tried hard to search for some memories of life in Xinjiang like a movie, and found one of the biggest doubts was the dopted mother in Xinjiang. When she went to her home as a child, she always gave me lucky money behind her back to my parents and wouldn't let me say it.. The dopted mother in my memory always preferred me, but she didn't go again after a period of time because her parents wouldn't let her go..
Since then, my mother has always said that she misses Grandma and wants to go back to her hometown to live with her.. So in the autumn of 1983, our family secretly returned to Zhoukou, Henan Province, where they now live, without telling their relatives and friends..
At the beginning of 2008, my younger brother went to Xinjiang to work and met my father's brother-in-law, that is, uncle. he actually told my younger brother that both of us were adopted in Xinjiang, and that there were also places and village names.. After my brother knew about this, he took a bus from Urumqi and then transferred to the place where we used to live, that is, the village where we used to live. he asked many old neighbors about my life experience. when he asked them, he knew that he had to go to the village 15 kilometers away to find a person, that is, my half-brother eldest brother. this person left my brother's phone number even if he was a liar. two days later, an old man called him and asked him the name of the village and my parents..
On May 18, I was at work when my younger brother called to ask me if I knew a Xinjiang man named Chen? I said no. My younger brother said he knew me and would call me later.. I wonder how he knew me. Suddenly there was a feeling that he must have something to do with my life experience.. About ten minutes later, the phone came. It was the voice of an old man. He first called my name in give self-introduction and asked me about my current family and living conditions. Finally, he said, let your biological mother give you a few words..
During the phone call, my biological mother spoke a native Xinjiang dialect and asked me about my situation. she said that I had five elder brothers and three elder sisters. forced by the pressure of life, she gave them away in 40 days, which is now my adoptive parents.. I wanted to ask, but knowing their age (76 for the biological father and 68 for the biological mother), I swallowed my words back, thinking that they might not have been easy either.. Who is willing to give away his own flesh and blood? I am also a mother. I know that the separation of flesh and blood is like cutting off the flesh of my own body. Even if the child is ill, I wonder why it is not me but the poor child, not to mention the separation of flesh and blood.. The birth mother said that she had asked her brother to look for me through the internet or other channels, but none of them were found..
The day after we received the phone call from our biological parents, we saw the video on the Internet. The two old people were all white-haired.. Since then, elder brothers and sisters have often called me, sent messages to care about and greet me, interceded for my biological parents, fearing that I would be angry and complain. In fact, I did not intend to be angry either.. Later, they asked me if I could go to Xinjiang. My parents were very old and wanted to see me, flour. I also wanted to see what my biological parents looked like, because I was so different from my adoptive parents..
In July, my brother went to Hangzhou to study and took me back by order of my biological mother.. We made an appointment to meet at the junction of the expressway. We got off the bus and recognized our brother at a glance, including my accompanying husband and friends. Because I looked so much like my brother, we had dinner that night and were ready to start our journey. The next day, we arrived in Urumqi in only four hours.. I am very excited to see my hometown after 26 years of separation.. The snow-covered Tianshan Mountains, vast vineyards, tomato gardens, golden sunflowers, attractive red flowers . All these are so beautiful.. Along the way, I did not dare to imagine the sight of my biological parents. The tears I choked back were swirling around inside's eyes.. (责任编辑：admin)