I was on the phone with my mother, and when I was chatting, my mother told me that Uncle Changfeng, who lived in the back of the village, had died a few days ago, and today was the day of his funeral.
Uncle Changfeng, what flashed in my mind was the way he talked loudly and spiritedly when he was young. In that era of collective labor, he did not guard the land where his ancestors had taken root for generations, like other fathers, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. He was always like a passer-by, disappearing in front of people unexpectedly, as little as a few days, as much as a year or two. Seeing him again, his clothes and shoes were innovative and full of style, and all kinds of new things outside poured out of his mouth, like a bright lamp shining in the village. Although the villagers had all kinds of opinions about him, it was undeniable that they looked up to him.
By the end of the 1980s, Uncle Changfeng was going out longer and longer, sometimes not coming home for four or five years, remembering that his eldest daughter could not find anyone who could not find him when she married in the 1990s. Poor aunt of his family, in the midst of heavy labor and the discussion of others, grayed her hair early, her spirit was dull, and she became a thin old woman.
People in the village speculated and talked about it, saying that Uncle Changfeng had found a woman to start a family somewhere in Jiangxi, and probably would not come back.
It seems that a year after his eldest daughter became a family, he did not think that one day the villagers saw Uncle Changfeng again, or dressed decently, and his appearance was still good. He casually greeted the villagers and shared cigarettes, naturally and decently.
Someone asked him what he had done all these years, why hadn't he gone home to see it for so many years? Uncle Changfeng said that he was busy with business, his words were vague, he did not want to say more, and everyone did not ask any more questions.
This time, Uncle Changfeng rarely stayed in his hometown for a year or two, during which he also became the captain of the production team. Just in time for the village houshan to dig iron ore, every household is busy digging, Uncle Changfeng is the end of the world, he is responsible for the acquisition, and contact the city's steel factory to sell the iron ore.
The villagers all think that Uncle Changfeng has finally fulfilled his duty and it is time to guard his home to live a peaceful birthday. Unexpectedly, one day in a certain month of 1993, in the cry of his aunt, people knew that Uncle Changfeng had run away from home again and taken the family's savings. The aunt said that she had sneaked away at night without any explanation.
The villagers cursed Uncle Changfeng and scolded him for having his conscience chewed by dogs.
Time passed like a white colt, and in the blink of an eye, Uncle Changfeng had been away from home for more than twenty years. During this period, his parents passed away one after another, and several of his children all started a family. People no longer mention Uncle Changfeng, and his aunt also said that he must have died outside.
However, one day in the middle of winter in 2015, a van drove into the village, and several people got out of the car in turn, namely Uncle Changfeng's three younger sisters and his eldest daughter. The last to come out was Uncle Changfeng, only to see that he was wearing a black cotton jacket and a velvet hat, the whole person was fat and fat, walking a little toddler, and the throat "whirred" with the breath, typical emphysema patient appearance. Before people could react to who this old man was, Uncle Changfeng bowed his head and silently followed his daughter home.
Later, I heard his aunt say that Uncle Changfeng was begging all the way back this time, and he went home directly without a face, first finding his eldest sister's house, and the eldest sister quickly informed other relatives. His eldest daughter said that when she first met her father, she was really speechless, only to cry, this abandoned father finally came home when he was old and lonely, and saw that his beard was slagged, full of wind and frost, dirty and worn clothes, this is how much suffering he suffered along the way, why is this?
Uncle Changfeng is old, counting the age should have seventy ben eight, but also a body of diseases: kidney disease, emphysema, this time, completely duty, can no longer go out of this mountain village nest. His aunt is kind, does not remember the previous suspicions, and silently takes care of him.
Now, Uncle Changfeng has finally finished his life, and the right and wrong in his life have disappeared. I wrote his story, just to say, in the world of life, please grasp yourself, there is no bottom line to indulge yourself, the responsibility should be responsible, the people who should cherish can not live up, and live a good life without complaint or regret.