I have a relative who is particularly fond of prying into other people's privacy, which makes me feel that she is very odd. It's inevitable to visit friends and relatives during the New Year holidays. But there are some relatives that I can't avoid. They are like natural detectives who love to inquire about other people's personal problems and privacy that they don't want to talk about. When I stay with them, I am always asked a lot of questions. And they like to get to the bottom of things and won't stop until they get answers. For example, I have a cousin who is keen to grab people and ask them this and that. "Exam? How many points ah? Find a girlfriend? Did you find a job? How much money do you make a month now? Did you buy a house? When are you going to have kids? Still planning to have a second child?" These questions often make the person being asked very embarrassed, it's not right to say, it's not right not to say. If she is perfunctory, she will still ask questions relentlessly. Therefore, I avoided her from a distance every time.
I have a relative who is particularly fond of crying about poverty, which makes me feel that she is very strange. I remember once we went to a cousin's house to pick her up for a relative's wedding. Just as we got to the door of her house, we heard a burst of crying coming out. We thought something unfortunate had happened, and several people scrambled to pull her up from the ground. Only after listening to her intermittent crying did we realize why. It turned out that she hadn't prepared the gift money for the newlyweds, so she sat on the ground and cried. Some straight-talking people said, "You didn't have any money when people were getting married, but how come you were so nonchalant when your family received gifts for a happy occasion?"
I have a relative who is particularly fond of picking up rags, which makes me feel like she's very odd. The relative's family condition is quite good, her children have all started their own families, and her daughter spent more than a million dollars to buy her a building. She usually lives alone, she always loves to pick up some bottles and cans and waste paper boxes in the community's garbage cans, and then piles them up in the hallway when she can't put them away at home. At first the neighbors thought she was living in a difficult situation, but later learned that her daughter had bought her a house, and her son would give her a few thousand dollars of pocket money every month. The children have advised her to dance when she has nothing to do, but she still keeps picking up rags.