Near the community where I live is a vocational college, where my wife used to work as a supervisor of dorm and got to know several colleagues. One of her female colleagues, Xiao Zhou, came from a nearby village. From this, my wife learned something about her mother-in-law's family and that the deaf-mute who had grown vegetables outside the school walls was her husband's older brother.
As a newly built school, the open space outside the school's courtyard wall has been idle for a long time. Later, a deaf-mute comes to open up wasteland there to grow vegetables and crops. The deaf-mute looks very old, probably not as old as he looks. I once suspect that he is not much older than me. He is busy there almost every day, digging, planting and watering. Maybe considering that he is a deaf-mute the school the school doesn’t stop him. After all, it is better than to leave the land idle.
Xiao Zhou's husband, the younger brother of the deaf-mute, died many years ago, as if he had been sent to a psychiatric hospital in a crazy way, and then there was no news. He suspected that his son was not his own, and was insane, so he threw his son into the ground and killed him.
The wife of the deaf mute died early, and they had two daughters. When they grew up, they married who lived a modest life in the countryside. They seldom went home to see their father. The property right of the house where the deaf-mute lives is also handled by Xiao Zhou and falls under her name. The deaf mutes also have a minimum living allowance, but they are all received by Xiao Zhou. The deaf-mute doesn't know anything and can't speak, living like a vagrant every day.
At noon yesterday, I went downstairs to throw garbage. I saw an old man rummaging in the trash can from afar. It was the jelly thrown away by others. The old man opened it to eat. I looked carefully and found it was the deaf-mute. Long time no see, he became a lot older, just looking at me expressionless.
When I got home, I talked to my wife about it. We only felt sorry for the deaf-mute and wanted to give him something warm to eat when we met him again.
The deaf-mute’s family is really unlucky. Their parents died early, one brother was crazy and finally died, and the deaf mute’s wife died early. The deaf mute live a vagabond life alone, picking up garbage everywhere. What a miserable man!
When I was in primary school, the classmate next to me was a boy with dirty clothes. His nose was running so long that it seemed that it would never end. He lived with his sister, brother and father, and his mother died when he was young. Every time I went to school, I had to pass by his house. There was no yard. Two adobe houses faced the path in front of the door. He and his brother often sat at the door, looking at passers-by. Their father was once taken to be an able-bodied man by the Kuomintang troops. Later, when he came back, the bad boys from the village called him "Kuomintang". His father was tall, but he was unkempt. In winter, he tied his dirty thick cotton padded jacket with straw ropes. He was also fond of drinking, and when he became drunk, he hit his sons. The eldest son sometimes scolded his father, and when he was angry, he fought with his father in the street.
I could hardly remember his sister's appearance. Later, she married someone, but soon her husband came to say that he could not find her. People didn't know whether she was sold by her mother-in-law’s family, or pushed into the well or drowned in the river. Anyway, there was no result in the end.
Their father did not live long either. Later, the older son fell ill and died, while the younger son, my classmate in the primary school, also lost his news. It is very likely that he is no longer alive now.
My mother always sighed when she talked about the "Kuomintang" family, saying that if people don't live a good life, they will ruin their family.
It is not his fault to be captured by the Kuomintang army as a soldier, but it is not a father's act to drink too much, beat and scold his children.
The influence of the original family is enormous and difficult to change, but a person's future destiny is in his own hands, and it is entirely up to him.
小区附近是一所职业学院，妻子曾在那里干过宿管，也结识了几个同事。其中一个女同事小周来自附近的村子，由此也了解到了她婆婆家的一些事情，也知晓了原来在学校院墙外面种菜的那个聋哑人是她的大伯哥。
因是新建的学校，学校院墙外面的空地一直闲置着，后来有一个聋哑人在那里开荒种菜，也种庄稼。聋哑人看上去很是老相，很可能实际年龄没有看起来那样大，我也曾怀疑他比我大不了许多。他几乎天天在那里忙碌，推土、种地、浇水，学校里大概看他是个聋哑人也就默认了，毕竟总比闲着那些空地好。
小周的对象，也就是这聋哑人的弟弟，许多年前就去世了，好似是疯疯癫癫被送进了精神病医院，再后来就没有了消息。他疑神疑鬼，怀疑儿子不是自己亲生的，精神错乱，竟把自己的儿子弄到地里砸死了。
聋哑人妻子去世的早，有两个女儿，长大后便都出嫁了，生活在农村，日子也过得勉勉强强，也难得回家来看一看自己的老爹。聋哑人住的房子产权也由小周办理，也落在了她的名下，聋哑人也有低保，但都由小周领取，聋哑人啥也不知，也说不出话来，每日里像个流浪汉一般。
昨天中午，我到楼下去扔垃圾，远远看见一个老头在那里翻弄垃圾桶里的东西。是别人扔掉的果冻，那老头还打开来吃，我仔细一看，原来是那个聋哑人。多时不见，苍老了许多，他只是面无表情地看着我。
回到家，与妻子说起此事，我们只觉得聋哑人可怜，想着再碰到他时给他些热乎乎的东西吃。
聋哑人一家真的是命运多舛，父母早亡，一个弟弟疯疯癫癫最终死去，而聋哑人妻子又早亡，独自一人过着流浪汉般的生活，四处捡吃垃圾。多么苦命的人！
上小学时，我的邻桌是一个穿着脏兮兮的男孩子，鼻涕流得老长，似乎永远都流不完。他与姐姐、哥哥、父亲生活在一起，母亲在他小时候就去世了。每次上学，我都要路过他的家，没有院子，两间土坯房子对着门前的小路。他和他的哥哥常常坐在门口，望着过往的行人。他们的父亲曾被国民党拉去当过壮丁，后来跑了回来，村子来的坏孩子便喊他“国民党”。他父亲长得高大，可穿着邋里邋遢，大冬天里用草绳系着脏兮兮的厚棉袄，而且他好喝酒，喝多了就发酒疯，打自己的儿子。大儿子有时与父亲对骂，急了眼还与父亲在大街上动手。
我几乎记不起他姐姐的样子来，后来嫁了人，可没过多久婆家来人说人找不到了,不知是被婆家人卖掉了，还是推到井里还是河里淹死了，反正到最后也没有结果。
他们的父亲也没长寿，后来大儿子得了病也死去了，而与我同学的小儿子最后也没了消息，很有可能现在也不再人世了。
母亲每每谈起“国民党”一家，总会叹口气，说人不好好过日子，就会败家了。
被国民党军队抓去当兵，这不是自己的错，可酗酒打骂儿女就不是一个父亲的作为了。
原生家庭的影响是巨大的，也是难以改变的，但一个人将来的命运掌握在自己手中，命运苦不苦，完全取决于自己。
Thank you, my dear friend.