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In this life, there are only a handful of people who can really come into my life, and my second uncle is one of them.

I don't know why, when I am wandering outside, I always think of my hometown and my second uncle.

My second uncle is the second brother of my parents. Speaking of which, it has been nine years since his death. Occasionally, in a foreign land where the dream of breaking the local accent failed, I feel that my uncle is sitting next to me and looking at me with kind eyes. ...

As far as I can remember, my second uncle is only in his early twenties. He has a hunchback, but he has a good appearance. As for the real reason of hunchback, my father said that my second uncle was very naughty when he was a child. Once I slept on a haystack at night, and fell off it after falling asleep, which hurt for a while. He was afraid of being beaten and didn't tell his family. Later, his bones changed shape and became like this.

My father's eldest brother was the production captain in the village at that time, perhaps because of this relationship, perhaps because of my uncle's hunchback. When I was four years old, my second uncle became a breeder of the production team.

He is in charge of five or six cows and six or seven horses alone, and his second uncle regards animals as his own life. He took care of him day and night, and everyone ate well, which made great contributions to the planting and transportation of crops in the team.

At that time, in spring, summer and autumn, my uncle would drive the animals to eat grass by Ertan River. When cows and horses graze there, he mows the grass with a sickle, often sweating profusely.

At that time, I liked herding cattle with my second uncle. He would spend time knitting me a wicker hat, folding me into a pistol with wicker, and sometimes playing with my newborn cow.

In winter, my uncle is more idle, because the forage for feeding animals in autumn is ready, so I also have more time to play in my uncle's breeding farm.

The breeding farm (cowshed) is a people's farm in the village, and many people gather every day. Every time my second uncle changes hands with cattle and horses or gives birth to calves and foals, there are many curious people. My second uncle will let me watch it with some children. I wonder why such a long nail doesn't hurt when it gets stuck in the hoof. My second uncle said it was his toenail. If it grows too long, livestock.

When the cow gave birth to the calf, several people helped to pull it out. The loving eyes of the old cow licking the calf's clothes made me see the brilliance of maternal love in the world, which was deeply imprinted in my teenager's heart. ...

In winter nights, there are many people in the farm to keep warm. Some men simply don't go home and go straight into the wheat straw pile full of cow dung. They don't take off their clothes. First, they slowly put their legs into the haystack until only their necks are exposed. Then, they chatted cheerfully, and all kinds of monsters were true and false.

In the bullpen, I snuggled up to my second uncle and listened to him tell me the story of Yang Jiajiang. Then I fell asleep in his arms when I was sleepy. I still have a pleasant sense of satisfaction when I think of the scene of that year.

In the eyes of my childhood, my second uncle was a great man. He has a shotgun and can hit almost every shot.

At that time, because of my uncle, I could often eat rabbit meat. When it snows in winter, my uncle likes to call me. Once he sees the target, he will pull the trigger. After the gun goes off, I will run to pick up the dead rabbit. Sometimes, my uncle will shoot the birds on the branches, and then he will take them to the cowshed to cook them carefully, so that I can enjoy the real game.

However, the most troublesome thing for the family is the marriage of the second uncle. For this reason, my grandparents used all the connections to let the well-known matchmakers around me look everywhere, but when the girls saw Uncle's hunchback, they all backed out. Therefore, the second uncle's marriage has become a big problem for the extended family.

1978, my second uncle was 25 years old, and the matchmaker introduced him to a lame girl. After many twists and turns, they finally entered the marriage hall. Although the bride is not very beautiful, the two people living in the cowshed are also affectionate and full of infinite love.

But after three months, the bride's lazy and gluttonous nature was undoubtedly exposed, and she treated people a little badly. For various reasons, there was a gap between her and her second uncle, and the relationship was deadlocked day by day. In just nine months, they fell apart.

Later, although my uncle worked hard, after all, it was a draw with a sieve, leaving my uncle alone. Being single has become an irreversible fact.

1979, I am in the first grade of primary school. Because my uncle's cowshed is near the primary school, I will stay there after school. When it was cold, my classmates stamped their feet with cold, but I didn't feel cold at all, because the cotton shoes I wore were padded with rabbit skin specially cut by my uncle.

1982, after the farmland was divided into households, my uncle moved to his house. My house is separated from where he lives by a wall. As long as I hear my crying, my second uncle will immediately come to "escort". I am with my second uncle, which is my most free, happy and unscrupulous moment.

Although I have three brothers, my second uncle likes me best. There are always a few cents of pocket money in his pocket, and a group of insatiable friends are always behind him.

Later, my grandparents passed away, but my uncle never tinkered with cooking. Comparatively speaking, I think his cooking is much better than my mother's. So I spend almost every day at my uncle's house, and it seems that watching me eat well makes my uncle more gratified.

I lived with my second uncle all through primary school and junior high school, and my home became a post station that I visited occasionally. So that the eldest brother said jealously, "Since the second uncle is so kind to you, you should be his child!" " "I directly responded to my eldest brother and them:" I am the second uncle's child! "

In June of my sophomore year, when I finished school on Saturday, I rode my bike too fast. As a result, I collided with a tricycle at an intersection on my way home. At that time, I suddenly fainted to the ground, and the driver rushed me to the hospital. The second uncle who learned the news cried into tears.

During my four days in hospital, he stayed with me and insisted on staying with me. When I woke up, I saw my second uncle around, and a strong sense of security flooded my heart. It was also at that time that I realized that when you are in trouble, having someone who really takes care of you is the greatest happiness.

After entering high school, I chose to live on campus, and the intersection with my second uncle became less and less. I only went home once on Saturday afternoon. For this reason, I think my second uncle often rides a bike to the middle school in the town to see me. I don't go home empty-handed every time I go. I buy fried dumplings, fried dough sticks, red knives, melon seeds and so on, and sometimes I buy clothes.

My most unforgettable time was in the winter of my second year of high school. My second uncle bought me a cotton-padded jacket, which is army green and my favorite color. It suits me just right. It is also the first time to wear the finished cotton-padded clothes bought since childhood. At that time, my mood was so beautiful that I couldn't sleep that night.

But during the holiday, I still eat and live with my second uncle. When he was cooking, I helped with the cooking, which was a tacit understanding.

My mother cooked delicious food and sometimes asked my brother to call my uncle, but no matter who called, my uncle would shirk and insist on not going. Only when I call him over will he answer immediately. Later, I became a teacher, and my uncle's quirk has not changed. There is a silent tacit understanding between us, and the core of this tacit understanding is one word: love!

After I graduated from normal school, I lived in the family hospital of the school, and the frequency of going home gradually decreased. My second uncle took advantage of the market to buy something to see me. As in the past, he held my hand and talked about what happened in the village. In fact, those contents are also what I like to listen to.

The reason why I have so much material in my writing has a lot to do with my second uncle, because when I was very young, I had a lot of character stories stored in my mind.

Compared with my peers, I am young, mature, stable and independent, and the formation of my personality is also related to my second uncle.

In those years when I was a teacher, my monthly salary was only 400 yuan. My wife was in poor health at that time. Although life is very embarrassing, I still insist on buying things to see my uncle from time to time, chatting with him and telling the truth.

In June, 200 1 year, my wife went behind my back and lent the only 5,000 yuan at home to one of her relatives. At that time, I was very angry and decided to divorce my wife. My wife was frightened to see my resolute attitude. She asked my mother for help, but her persuasion failed to change my decision.

So, the wife went to the second uncle for help.

That day, after class, I saw my uncle standing in front of my house, and my tears immediately flowed down. My stomach full of grievances seems to suddenly have a mouth to talk to. That night, my second uncle lived in my house. He still slept in the same bed as before, quietly listening to my difficulties.

After I finished this sentence, my second uncle asked me, "You are a teacher, and you should understand the truth of being a man. Everyone makes mistakes and gives others a chance to mend their ways. We can't kill a man with a stick. We have to look at each other's strengths! "

The next morning, I apologized to my wife and got back together. If my uncle hadn't stepped forward that time, my marriage would have come to an end.

Later, my wife and I often visited my uncle, sometimes buying gifts and sometimes giving him pocket money to do our best to be filial to my uncle.

But the death of my second uncle is the biggest regret in my life. On March 7th, 20 12, an uncle from our village came to see me at school. I'm teaching students. Suddenly, the door of the classroom was pushed open, and the doorman put his head in and asked, "Miss Gao, come out, someone outside is anxious to find you!" "

I ran quickly to the school gate. In front of me, I saw an uncle in the west of the village. He stood there on his bike with a worried face. I quickly asked, "How is the family?" He said sadly, "Your second uncle is dying!"

I immediately got on my motorcycle and drove home. When I arrived at the village head, I vaguely heard crying, and a sense of foreboding suddenly broke into my heart inexplicably and stung my heart. However, I comforted myself and prayed silently that nothing would happen.

Across the farmland a few hundred meters away, I saw three huge words on the door facing east coming into my eyes-it was a big deal. By the door, several women with towels are moving tables back and forth, which is a sign of rural funeral.

I know, it must be my second uncle. A week ago, when I was leaving home, my second uncle took me to the village with a cane. Although he had just finished hanging the garter st at that time, he felt that he looked ok. Unexpectedly, in just a few days, he became a farewell. He didn't even say a word before he died.

My second uncle's departure made me feel guilty about loving him deeply. I grabbed my uncle's stiff hand, and I cried and told him unscrupulously. I opened his face-covering paper and found that his eyes were slightly closed, and tears were oozing from his eyes. ...

When I was a child, I watched it many times when the old man in the village died. I am very puzzled by the hysterical sadness of their relatives. At that time, I thought, what's the use of being sad when people have already left?

But now, when I am here, I understand that when my second uncle who loves me leaves, maybe that kind of hearty crying is the best way to let go.

On the day of the funeral, I wanted to cry even more, and I was heartbroken and miserable. I volunteered to "throw the basin" and "carry the banner" for him, which surprised some relatives. In our hometown, there is a saying called "throwing a basin" and "carrying a banner", and three years is auspicious.

Even if it is true, I am willing to do so. It is my duty to see my uncle off for the last trip, because in my heart, my uncle is actually my father!