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After my son was executed, I went home for the first time to eat wine and feel the warmth of the countryside

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Three years have passed, but those wounds cannot be healed. Life's ups and downs and turning points often come at the most inadvertent moments. I was a struggler in this city and had many friends, but as time passed, the friendship faded away, leaving only a faint nostalgia.

After my son was executed, I went home for the first time to eat wine and feel the warmth of the countryside

Three days ago, my brother called from my hometown to inform my uncle's second son that he would get married on November 22 in the solar calendar. My uncle's helping hand in my family's most difficult time is something I cannot ignore. The last time I went back to my hometown, it was my father's funeral, and my uncle was not able to see each other due to illness. Since my son's death, I have never had the courage to meet my uncle, despite my deep desire.

After my son was executed, I went home for the first time to eat wine and feel the warmth of the countryside

After my son was executed, relatives and friends stopped borrowing money from me, as if my son's crimes had distanced them from me. Yesterday, I finally returned to my hometown and drove seven and a half hours to the countryside to attend the happy event at my uncle's house. The countryside was quiet in mid-November, and I met my third grandfather, an old man who watched me grow up. I handed him a cigarette, and he grabbed my hand and said with trembling lips: "Child, these years must not have been easy, right?" This simple sentence touched the depths of my heart, and I responded with tears: "Everything is fine." ”

After my son was executed, I went home for the first time to eat wine and feel the warmth of the countryside

Later, I took my mother home and talked about the changes in the village in the past six months, the daughter of the village Aunt Hua was married, Uncle Zhihua died of illness, and the child of the eldest brother of four children was divorced. Although mothers are not short of money, they long for the company of their children. She raised four children, but now in her old age, she feels lonely. I offered my mother to live with me many times, but she always firmly refused.

After my son was executed, I went home for the first time to eat wine and feel the warmth of the countryside

Suddenly, the neighbor's aunt, who is over eighty, walked to my house, she was on crutches and said with tears in her eyes: "Xiaoyu, my aunt is worried about you!" Last time your father went to the funeral, my aunt couldn't hand you a few words, let's have a good chat today! "Within an hour, people from my hometown came one after another, and nearly twenty people gathered in my mother's courtyard. I decided to ask the restaurant in the town to bring food to my home to entertain the villagers, but I was strongly opposed by Uncle Damin. He said: "You worked hard to earn money outside, we are now going home separately and have a chance to meet again!" "I was touched by his words.

In this countryside, truth trumps all words. The faces of these folks will always remain in my heart, giving me the courage and strength to the future. I have lamented the vicissitudes of life and lamented the warmth of the world, but in front of the villagers in my hometown, these worries have been left behind.

While saying goodbye to the fellow villagers, my former "small" Red Army suddenly appeared. We warmly embraced, the Red Army has not gone out to work all these years because of his mother's illness, and opened a ceramic shop in the town. When he learned that I was home, he hurried over. In the evening, we ate small dishes made by our mother at home and talked freely. We talked about our childhood, recalled our youthful years when we were studying, and shared the bitterness of the present. In the evening, I asked the Red Army to list the elderly people in the village, a total of 27, and I handed him 21,600 yuan, asking him to convey my gratitude so that they could change into new clothes during the Spring Festival. At this moment, I am in tears, homesickness and family affection will always be my strong support, no matter where I am, I will miss them.

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