I am an ordinary rural person, with many brothers and sisters in my family, and there is an endless stream of relatives. I have a third uncle whose family lives not far from our hometown.
But one day, the third uncle suddenly proposed to invite his cousin to dinner, but he was refused. This surprised our family.
Two years have passed, and on this day, I happened to go back to my hometown to visit the grave, so I wanted to visit the third uncle by the way.
I opened the door and shouted, "Third uncle, are you at home?" But there was no response.
I'm a little strange, why didn't even the third uncle disappear? So I walked out of the house, looked around, and saw people coming and going nearby, as if in a hurry.
It turned out that the third uncle's cousin had recently fallen ill and been hospitalized, and he had not improved. The third uncle got up in the morning and hurried to the hospital, he didn't even eat breakfast.
At the beginning, the third uncle invited his cousin to dinner but was refused, but now he pounced on his cousin's sickbed to take care of him.
I couldn't help but feel a warm current in my heart. In my eyes, the third uncle has always been a smiling and humorous person, he always greets people happily, but now his indifference to my relatives makes me feel an indescribable loss.
After I left my third uncle's house, I went to a nearby hill. My father had already visited the graves of his ancestors here. I stood behind my father and watched him carefully wipe the tombstone, and slowly, my eyes moistened.
My father looked back at me, smiled and said, "Son, you know what? Family affection is the greatest. The third uncle treats our family sincerely, and his persistence and persistence are far more than a meal.
"Dad, I see." I whispered, my heart full of admiration and gratitude for the third uncle.
When I got home, I decided to go to my third uncle and say thank you to him. So the next day, I got up early and rode to my third uncle's house.
When I got home, I told my father that I couldn't find my third uncle. After hearing this, my father was silent for a moment and said, "The third uncle has been busy helping people repair the house recently, and his seriousness and persistence make people unable to refuse.
I nodded, and my father suddenly said, "Do you know, after the third uncle's mother passed away, he stayed at home and took care of his grandfather and grandmother.
I finally understood the third uncle's difficulty. His persistence and persistence are carried with infinite love. Although he usually has a big grin and likes to joke with people, only I know how warm and brave he is in his heart.
When I went back to my hometown this time, although I didn't find the third uncle, my admiration and gratitude in my heart deepened. His kindness and selflessness have influenced me subtly.
I knocked on the door, and a crack opened in the door, revealing the familiar smile of the third uncle: "Oh, it's you, little friend, why did you come to me so late?" Come in, come in! ”
I walked into the house, and the third uncle warmly poured me a cup of tea, and we sat down and started chatting. I said first, "Third uncle, I've been thinking about you lately.
The third uncle smiled a little embarrassedly, and said, "Where, I'm just doing my duty." But what is the matter with you coming to me? ”。
I hesitated a little and didn't know whether to say what I had heard, but finally decided to tell him, "Third Uncle, I heard that you invited your cousin to dinner, but he refused.
The third uncle sighed, his eyes were a little complicated: "Actually, there is a reason why I haven't told you about this matter." ”
I was curious and asked, "What is the reason?" Please tell me. ”
The third uncle was silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke: "After I invited my cousin to dinner that day and was refused, I felt really uncomfortable.
As a result, he told me a fact that shocked me.
"My cousin told me that our ancestors had a conflict a long time ago over the family property, so their people cut ties with our family.
When I heard this, I immediately felt that the air froze, and an indescribable sadness welled up in my heart. I asked, "Is this true?" So why didn't we know about it all along? ”。
The third uncle smiled bitterly and said, "Maybe it's to protect us, but the family hasn't told me." It wasn't until that day that my cousin told me the secret.
I looked at the third uncle, and my heart was full of sympathy and distress for him. I think of the happy time when I played with my third uncle when I was a child, and I think of his meticulous care for me, and I feel that he should not bear such injuries and grievances.
Suddenly, I had another decision. I said, "Third Uncle, no matter what happens, we are always a family. I will always remember your dedication to me and our family.
The third uncle looked at me, his eyes flashed with gratitude, and he said, "Little friend, you are really a sensible child. With your support, I have more courage to face this difficulty.
We sat together in silence, our hearts filled with cherishing and firmness for our family affection. Although this conflict has caused us pain, it has also made us more aware of the importance of family members.
A year later, on a summer afternoon, I returned to my hometown again. This time, I decided to visit the third uncle again.
I was a little lost and didn't know what to do.
Just as I was hesitating, I heard a sigh from next to me. I looked back and saw an old man who looked to be seventy or eighty years old.
I politely replied, "I came to look for the third uncle, but his door was locked, and no one opened the door." ”
The old man frowned, and said in a somewhat helpless tone: "The third uncle's son had a conflict with him and moved away, and he lived there alone.
I nodded, thanking the old man for his advice. After leaving the third uncle's house, I decided to write a letter to the third uncle when I returned home, telling him my admiration and gratitude for him.
A few days later, I received a call from my third uncle, who said to me gratefully, "Son, thank you for your letter." I have always cherished the family affection of our family, but I can't calm the conflict in my heart for a while.
I was relieved to hear the third uncle say this. Family affection is precious, even if there are contradictions, as long as we communicate and understand with our hearts, we will be able to find a solution.
This call strengthened my determination, and I decided to visit my third uncle. Although his son is gone, I am confident that with our efforts, the bonds of the family can be restored.
In the days since I left my third uncle's house, I have been thinking about the relationship between family, affection and conflict.
It was precisely because of this thinking that I decided to go back to my hometown again, find the third uncle, and have a good talk with him.
This time, when I came to the third uncle's house, I found that he was renovating a house. I stepped forward to say hello, and he turned around with a tired smile.
I looked at the back of the third uncle, and my heart was moved. He is always silently dedicated, never expecting anything in return.
I hesitated, but finally decided to tell him what my father had said.
The third uncle stopped what he was doing and looked at me, with a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes.
I felt a pang of guilt in my heart, I never thought that the third uncle would care so much about us.
The conversation between the two of us broke down the barrier and we started talking slowly. The third uncle shared his life and ideals with me, and I also confessed my thoughts and dreams to him.
When I left my third uncle's house, my heart was full of gratitude. Conflicts in the family did not destroy our family relationship, but rather deepened our relationship through communication and understanding.
Now back at home, I told my father about my conversation with my third uncle. When my father heard this, he smiled and patted me on the shoulder.
I smiled and hugged my father tightly. From now on, I will learn to treat each family member with love and patience like the third uncle, so as to make our family more harmonious and warm.
I was walking home with a hint of doubt in my mind. Although my admiration and gratitude for my third uncle have been deeply rooted in my bones, I still can't ignore the fact that when I was a child, I heard a conversation at a family gathering.
At that time, I was having fun when I happened to hear my father talking in a low voice with a relative named Da Ming.
Da Ming said in a low voice.
I was too young to pay much attention to their conversations. But now, this memory comes back to me vividly.
When I got home, I asked my father about the third uncle, but I was skeptical of my father's answer.
These words made me even more confused, and I began to realize that family affection is not as simple and beautiful as it seems.
Some people say that the third uncle is a hypocritical person who only deals with people superficially; Some people say that he is a man of his word and never breaks his promise; And others say that he is a scheming person who often calculates others.
These seemingly contradictory evaluations give me even more headaches. I began to wonder where the family disputes and conflicts come from. Why do people have such different opinions about the same person?
Perhaps, the family is a system full of complexities, and everyone has their own side. And the emergence of family disputes and contradictions may be precisely because of the existence of such multifacetedness.
After careful consideration, I decided to find the third uncle and have a good talk with him. I wanted to hear for myself what he had to say about himself.
With a feeling of apprehension, I embarked on a journey to find my third uncle.