What was the story of modern mathematician Chen Jinrun when he was a child?

The middle-aged Chen Jingrun's father is busy with official business every day and has to take care of a group of young children, which really can't adapt to the hard-working life at home and abroad. After careful consideration and choice, my father married again. This is no small matter at home. Out of deep attachment to their biological mothers, children will naturally have some conflicts in their hearts, adding unspeakable melancholy to their feelings.

Slingshot was popular at that time. Children like to hit sparrows with slingshots, cicadas on the treetops and arbitrary marks. Chen Jingrun often takes his younger brother with him and has a good time with a group of small classmates. Unexpectedly, joy begets sorrow. A naughty boy missed, and the pebble flying out of the slingshot hit Chen Jingrun's younger brother Chen on the lips like a bullet. Suddenly, bloody horror. Chen Jingrun held her brother in tears. My friends panicked. Sent to the hospital, a few stitches.

The stepmother arrived after hearing the news. My aunt, who used to work in kindergarten, naturally took up the responsibility of taking care of her children. Jingguang's lips are swollen and she can't eat. With tears in her eyes, she fed the baby milk bit by bit with a small spoon. All this, Chen Jingrun see in the eye. He is not good at words, but he expresses his deep gratitude with gentle eyes. Chen Jingrun's brothers and sisters finally accepted their mother.

After liberation, the stepmother has been working in department stores, doing housework and doing her duty, and has always had a good reputation. My mother later unfortunately developed cancer and died in her 50 s. Chen Jingrun, who is far away in Beijing, sent money when her stepmother was ill and hospitalized. Later, when she returned to Fuzhou, she went to mourn her.

Chen Jingrun's boyhood passed away in such an atmosphere. A mathematical genius, a diligent wit, a great scientist, all these glorious aura enveloped Chen Jingrun's life. Only that distant childhood has become a memory, but it is as fresh as the wind in the south, blowing in the call of hometown.