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The happy times of my uncle

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By DanilBosPublished 4 years ago 5 min read

A few days ago, I suddenly received a call from my brother-in-law, saying that my old uncle was sick and was receiving treatment at the county hospital. My aunt said that he missed me very much and hoped that I could find time to go home and see him once.

I have a lot of uncles, my own uncles and cousins add up to dozens, old uncle is my cousin, we were born in the same year and the same month, he is also half a month younger than me, and I am the same, are the most beloved in the family of the old Ba son.

When I was young, I grew up with my old uncle, and we both soaked together almost every day to play, so to speak, inseparable, he is my old uncle, is my most iron buddy, but also my "security guard" ...... we are still in the same class from elementary school to junior high school, a table We sat on the same table for nine years. At that time, my uncle's performance was not very good, each homework is barely passing, and often red light high, while my learning has been the best in school, because of this, I was always my uncle's favorite and pride.

After graduating from junior high school, I was admitted to the teacher training school with the best score in town, while my uncle did not even get into an electric university because his score was too low, so he had to go home to farm, and not long after, my grandfather bought him a walk-behind tractor, and in that year, my uncle, who was only 18 years old, started his new life.

Old uncle married very early, just after twenty, he became a father. After the marriage, my uncle's happiness index has always been the highest in the crowd around me, my sister-in-law and we are also in the same class, her name is Zhang Ying, beautiful, virtuous, capable, strong ...... these words with her are not too much, but also appropriate. The first time I was in my third year of school, there was a rumor that my uncle and Zhang Ying had fallen in love early, and my classmates often coaxed me to call her "aunt", and at that moment, the flower-like Zhang Ying always smiled and nodded in agreement, and gave me one or two pieces of sugar or rice cakes as a reward.

After marriage, my aunt and uncle lived a sweet life, and because of my uncle's intelligence and hard work, his family was always rich and prosperous. He loved his aunt very much, a little too much! He loved her so much that everyone was jealous! All year round, he called his wife "my oldest" and his son "my second", and he hardly let his aunt do outside work, much less let her go to work, and as long as she kept the house clean and comfortable, he would have twelve percent satisfaction and smiles. As long as she kept the house clean and comfortable, he would have twelve satisfaction and smiles. Old uncle's favorite and most proud to do is to invite his wife and son to dinner three times, of course, he did not have the money to go to high-end hotels, more often just to the roadside stalls. Whenever he came back from driving the tractor, he gave a large part of the money he earned to his aunt and uncle, leaving only a little for himself, and then, after a clean bath, put on beautiful new clothes, rode on his modified big three-wheeled motorcycle, took his wife and son to the county town, five miles away, to the stalls, four dishes, one soup, half a kilogram of white wine, and every time when he was staggering, it was his aunt and uncle riding a big motorcycle, singing all the way home to bring him safely. It was a gorgeous, unforgettable sight. That was a gorgeous, indescribable scenery, at that moment, the son was happy, the uncle was drunk, the aunt was excited, but their whole family was happy.

When she was in junior high school, her aunt was a girl who loved popsicles, and the popsicles at that time were only 2 cents a piece. In order to let her beloved eat popsicles, her uncle used to pick up garbage, collect bottles, and carry small buckets for the mason. After marriage, ice-cream and ice cream gradually became popular, and the old uncle's family was the first to buy a refrigerator in the village. No matter it was a hot summer day or a cold winter day, my aunt never tired of eating one or two ice creams made by my uncle every day. My uncle said that my aunt was the most beautiful and happy woman in the world when she was eating ice cream.

At that time, Go was not yet popular, so my aunt bought many books on the subject, and he and his wife and children played under the lamp for many nights. Speaking of Go, it was his pride for life, because he and his son are still the unbeatable champion and runner-up in the county for thirty years.

In fact, my old uncle also had worries and sorrows, but he never revealed a word to his aunt and uncle, he must have given his wife the sunniest, brightest, most pleased smile, the most sincere love and care, the most happy sharing, and his own pain is deeply hidden in the inner part, in my old uncle's view, if his wife is well, it is always sunny.

Fortunately, what my uncle has is not a bad disease, but a herniated disc, as long as he works less and recuperates more, he will be fine. When my wife and I arrived at the hospital, my cousin, who was already working, also hurried to the hospital. When we arrived there, my cousin gave my uncle a pair of exquisite brass go, and with a glowing face, he pulled his parents together, patted his chest and said with confidence, "Dad, you should take a break, and leave the baton of the family to me!" Hearing my cousin's promise, our hearts were warmed.

Every time I go back to the countryside, I can't help but think of my uncle's happy times and happily go to his place to see my uncle, my hairdresser and my classmates, which is a kind of comfort without drinking first. Like my uncle, every time I went there knowingly and went home dizzy.

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