Sister-in-law, wait until I graduate, then I'll come back and marry you!

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Sister-in-law, wait until I graduate, I'll come back and marry you!
When I was three, my parents tragically died in a shipwreck. My brother and I depended on each other for survival.
Although life was hard, I had a happy childhood thanks to my brother's love.
Unexpectedly, when I was twelve, a mining accident took away my only remaining family member, and my brother also left me.
At that time, my sister-in-law had just married into our family.
Not long after, someone proposed marriage to her. The man was a widower butcher, from a well-off family, and a strong man.
My sister-in-law asked, "Is it alright if I bring Kangming along?" The matchmaker, dressed in red and green, never came again.
After that, several other families came to propose marriage, but my sister-in-law always had only one requirement: she could bring Kangming along, otherwise, it wouldn't work.
My sister-in-law was the daughter of a well-to-do family. When she married my brother, her family strongly opposed it, even threatening to sever ties with her. But she still married him; she valued my brother's character.
After my elder brother passed away, my sister-in-law suffered a lot of ridicule from her family, who pressured her to remarry as soon as possible. Her domineering younger brother even threatened to burn down our house.
My sister-in-law always said the same thing, "I'll remarry, but I must take Kangming with me." Although my sister-in-law was beautiful and virtuous, no family wanted her to marry a burden like that. Her family was so angry that they stomped their feet and rarely contacted her anymore. My sister -in-law
worked in a towel factory, earning just over two thousand yuan a month. Sometimes, when the factory was inefficient, they would use surplus, low-quality towels as payment. At that time, I was in junior high school, and I needed at least three or four hundred yuan a month. My sister-in-law never waited for me to ask for money; she would always ask me, "Mingming, are you out of money?" While saying this, she would stuff money into my pocket, saying, "Spend it sparingly, but don't skimp on things you need. You're growing, so eat more." I had a special notebook where I recorded every penny my sister-in-law gave me, the date and amount clearly. I thought that when I grew up and earned money, I would definitely repay my sister-in-law for raising me. Before the joint entrance exam, I told my sister-in-law, "Sister-in-law, I applied to a vocational school so I can start working sooner." Upon hearing this, she glared at me angrily, "How could you do this? You're going to university! No way, you have to change it!" The next day, without a word, she dragged me to the teacher and forced me to change my application. I successfully passed the entrance exam for Jianzhong High School in Taipei. When my sister-in-law heard the news, she prepared a lavish dinner to celebrate. "Mingming, study hard and make your sister-in-law proud," she said lightly, but I felt a heavy weight in my heart. The next day, my sister-in-law came home with red, swollen eyes. I asked her what happened, and she hoarsely replied, "Nothing, I just got some sand in my eyes." She quickly went to fetch water to wash her face. The third day, her younger brother came over and mocked her. I learned that my sister-in-law had tried to borrow money from her family to pay for my tuition, but they had kicked her out. Seeing my sister-in-law's still slightly swollen eyes, I said, "Sister-in-law, I'm not going to study anymore. A diploma isn't that important these days; many factories don't require much education..." Before I could finish, she slapped me. "You have to study, whether you like it or not! Are you going to end up like your brother, digging coal?" she yelled at me. My sister-in-law had always been a gentle person; that was the first time I'd ever seen her angry. During that time, she always came home very late, carrying a large woven bag, looking exhausted. I asked her what was in the bag, but she wouldn't show me. One evening, I went to a classmate's house to pick up some books. From afar, I saw a familiar figure squatting under a streetlamp, a white cloth spread out in front of her, covered with shoes, socks, needles, and other odds and ends. It was my sister-in-law. I didn't go over to "expose" her. I watched her from a distance, sometimes bending over to haggle with others, sometimes carefully sorting through loose change. In the dim light, a glimmer of hope shone in her eyes. It was 11:30 when my sister-in-law returned, carrying a woven bag, panting heavily, her face exhausted but beaming with a smile. Seeing me sitting at the table studying, she came over and patted my head. "Mingming, are you hungry? I'll cook for you." I nodded, my back to her, trying not to let her see the tears welling in my eyes. That night, my sister-in-law collapsed in the kitchen. I rushed in after hearing a loud thud; she was lying on her side, pale. I quickly carried her to the hospital. The doctor said she had fainted due to anemia caused by malnutrition and overwork. I wanted to stay at the hospital to take care of her, but my sister-in-law shooed me out, saying, "Go home and study. School starts soon; the first year of high school is crucial." My sister-in-law stayed in the hospital for a day and then went home, still pale. But she went to work as usual, still carrying that woven bag to her street stall in the evenings. I couldn't bear it any longer and ran over to snatch the bag away. My sister-in-law seemed to know I'd discovered her secret. She smiled and said, "Mingming, you're still a little short. A little more and it'll be enough." She gently took the woven bag from my hand and walked away into the night. The few dollars she earned each night were far from enough to pay for my tuition. She begged the factory for an advance on three months' wages, but it still wasn't enough. So she went to the hospital to sell her blood. She was already anemic, and when they drew 300cc, the nurse couldn't bear to watch and removed the needle on her own. My sister-in-law never told me any of this; it was the nurse—my classmate's sister—who told me later. My sister-in-law personally took me to school, helped me with the enrollment procedures, and then went to my dormitory to make my bed, bustling around taking care of everything. After she left, a classmate said, "Your mom is so good to you!" A pang of sadness welled up inside me. "That's not my mom, that's my sister-in-law." My classmates sighed, and someone whispered, "Such an old sister-in-law." I glared at him fiercely. My home was far from school, and I only went back once a month. Every time I went back home, my sister-in-law would prepare a sumptuous meal to treat me. Before I left, she would prepare many dishes, packing them in clear glass jars, and tell me which ones to eat first and which ones to eat later. Each time, she would only lower her waving hand after watching the bus drive away. And each time I came home, I found that my sister- in-law had aged a lot compared to the last time. I was in my second year of high school when I discovered that she had gray hair. To support my schooling, my sister-in-law not only set up a street stall outside, but also contacted a cardboard box factory to get business in smelting cardboard boxes. After closing up her stall or on rainy days when she couldn't go out to set up her stall, she would sit under the lamp and smelt cardboard boxes. She earned four cents for smelting a cardboard box, and the materials were provided by the cardboard box factory. That time when I came home, I saw her smelting meticulously under the lamplight, and I said, "Sister-in-law, let me help you smelt!" My sister-in-law looked up at me, and the wrinkles on her forehead were like the bark of an old tree in winter, one fold after another. A few stray silver strands stood out starkly against her dull black hair, like sharp knives piercing my heart. My sister-in-law smiled. "No need. Go study. You'll be a senior next year, so work hard and make me proud." I nodded vigorously, turned away, and tears streamed down my face. Sister-in-law, you're only twenty-six! I remembered how young she was when she first married my brother, her smooth face rosy, her long, black hair styled up, like a star on TV or a calendar. I ran into the house, buried my face in my hands, and let my tears fall freely. After crying, I frantically studied and worked on problems, telling myself that even if not for myself, I had to study hard for my sister-in-law.

I was admitted to National Taiwan University with the highest score in the liberal arts section of the entire school.
The day I received my acceptance letter, my sister-in-law bought a huge roll of firecrackers, a long string laid out on the ground like a red fire dragon.
She lit an incense stick and handed it to me, saying, "Mingming, go light the firecrackers!" I took the incense, as if accepting all of my sister-in-law's hopes and blessings.
The crackling firecrackers attracted the neighbors.
That day, my sister-in-law's parents and younger brother also came, standing in the crowd.
When my sister-in-law saw them, she went over, threw herself on her mother's shoulder, and burst into tears.
That evening, the five of us sat around a table for dinner.
Her brother patted my shoulder and said, "Kangming, you really should study hard."
I toasted each of my sister-in-law's family members, sincerely thanking them for giving me such a wonderful sister-in-law.
The last toast was to my sister-in-law; she stood up, smiled, and said, "Mingming, we're family, don't be so polite!"
University life and studies were much easier than in high school, and every year I received a scholarship for my excellent grades.
Moreover, I had plenty of free time to work part-time, studying while working, so I basically didn't need any money from home.
My sister-in-law, however, still sent me money every month, telling me to eat well, dress warmly, and take care of myself.
One day, looking at the notebook that recorded every time my sister-in-law gave me money, I suddenly hated myself.
What my sister-in-law had given me was far more than just a notebook; I slapped myself hard and tore the notebook to shreds.
Before finishing my junior year, I was specially recruited by an IT company in Taipei.
When I called my sister-in-law with the news, she was overjoyed, choking back tears on the other end of the phone, "That's good, that's good, your sister-in-law doesn't have to worry about you anymore. Kangying can rest in peace now."
I suddenly blurted out, "Sister-in-law, after I graduate, I'll come back and marry you!" My sister-in-law chuckled on the other end, "Mingming, what nonsense are you talking about! Work hard in the future and try to find your sister-in-law a beautiful wife." I stubbornly said, "No, I want to marry you." My sister-in-law hung up the phone.
Finally, graduation came, and I returned home excitedly with my advance salary from the company. My sister-in-law had already prepared dinner, waiting for me.
At the table sat a man in his forties.
Seeing me, my sister-in-law said, "Kangming, quickly greet Brother Zhang. I'm going to live with him from now on." The man stood up, shook my hand, and clicked his tongue, saying, "Not bad at all, a college graduate!" I shook his hand for only two seconds before running to my room.
That night, I didn't eat. Lying in bed, I kept asking myself, "Sister-in-law, why, why didn't you give me a chance to take care of you?"
Not long after, my sister-in-law married that man surnamed Zhang.
I went to the wedding and drank a lot.
My sister-in-law also drank quite a bit, and I vaguely heard her say to others, "Look, this is my younger brother Kangming, a college graduate from National Taiwan University! He works in Taipei." Her words were full of pride.
Later, because of my busy work schedule, I couldn't go home often, and I could only send most of my monthly salary to my sister-in-law, but she always returned it all.
She said, "Mingming, your sister-in-law is getting old and doesn't cost much. It's you who should be earning money to settle down and start a family." She would also send me local specialties from our hometown from time to time, saying, "Mingming, work hard and settle down as soon as possible. When your sister-in-law gets old, I'll come and stay with you for a while and visit Taipei. Don't forget your old sister-in-law then!"
My tears welled up like a flood. My dear sister-in-law, how could your brother forget you!

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