Remember my uncle

My uncle was born in the 1940s and was a standard beautiful man. He is the only son of his grandmother and the only younger brother of his two older sisters. And I, the youngest daughter of his eldest sister. Because the mother is the eldest in the family, she loves her uncle more than herself, and the uncle loves each of her children and grandchildren more than her own children.

For as long as I can remember, my brother and sister have been the correspondents of my family and my uncle's family: go, tell your uncle to come up to dinner, go, send this bottle of wine and this pack of cigarettes to your uncle, go, your uncle plays mahjong at the mouth of the village, sends this change to your uncle, goes, quickly call your uncle, Mao Mao has a fever...

My uncle graduated from the Northwest Aviation School, and in the sixties, he actually made God send home to become a village doctor, and his uncle was open-minded, charitable, and served the township, and treated headaches and brain fever. Whenever the clinic closes, the uncle picks up his own clay star pot and sits in front of his home, north and south, the sea and the sky: the big hole in the sky, the patch of the earth, the worst thing to do, but it is a matter, it doesn't matter...

The uncle is a beautiful man with a radius of dozens of miles, who has been cheerful and cheerful all his life, and is more foreign.5 After getting old, the hobby is to smoke and drink and play mahjong, there is an uncle, my three or five hundred yuan can come in handy every time I go home, my uncle died, no one can take my three or five hundred yuan with joy, my uncle has money to play mahjong, don't want me to baby money............ My uncle loved foreign fire all his life, and when he left, he chose the most foreign fire day: the first snow in Xi'an, the winter of 2021...