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The third uncle is the youngest child of his grandparents, and he is almost a treasure in the palm of the family. His grandparents were very fond of him, and from childhood to adulthood, he was almost the "emperor" of the family, and no one could scold him, let alone beat him.
No matter what happens, grandparents always do not hesitate to favor the third uncle. When I was a child, I didn't quite understand the consequences of this preference, after all, in my eyes, the third uncle was always the good uncle who bought me snacks and took me out to play.
Under the doting of his grandparents, the third uncle has developed a pampered personality since he was a child, his life has always been relatively casual, basically no pressure, and he dropped out of school at home before he even finished junior high school.
At that time, the situation at home was not bad, although his grandparents persuaded him, but every time the third uncle was reluctant to go to school at home, his grandparents let him, feeling sorry for him and not wanting him to suffer.
In this way, the third uncle has nothing to do at home for a long time, sleeps until three poles in the morning, and when he wakes up, he either wanders outside or gets together with friends in the village to fool around.
The family saw it in their eyes and was anxious in their hearts, and often persuaded him to go out to find a job and work hard, but the third uncle always had an indifferent attitude. Even though his grandparents tried to put him on the right path many times, he still stayed at home and asked his grandparents for money.
It wasn't until the third uncle began to make friends with those fox friends in the village that things slowly became unstoppable. Those friends have nothing to do, and every day they either drink together, play cards, and gamble.
Gradually, the third uncle became addicted to gambling, and he soaked in the gambling table every day when he went out, and when he lost all his money, he cheekily went home and asked his grandparents for money.
At the beginning, in order to save the face of the third uncle, the grandparents would secretly stuff money to him behind the back of other family members, but after a long time, the family's savings gradually bottomed out, especially after the third uncle gambled and owed more and more debts, the grandparents were really unable to support it anymore.
Things were completely out of control, in the year when the third uncle owed usury. On that day, I remember very clearly that our family was having dinner when someone suddenly knocked on the door, and it was several tall "debt collectors" standing outside the door, saying that they had come to ask for the debt owed by the third uncle.
Only then did the family know that the third uncle not only lost all the family's savings, but also owed loan sharks outside. This time, the creditors did not forgive, and threatened to make the third uncle "look good" if they did not repay the money.
The family was in chaos, and his father was so angry that he scolded the third uncle, and even threatened to cut off relations with him. Although the grandparents are distressed, they also know that the matter has come to this point, and spoiling the third uncle will only make things worse. So, the family pooled together money, but it was still far from enough to repay the debt, and in the end, in desperation, the grandmother sold the family's old house in tears, barely filling the debt loophole of the third uncle.
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Since then, my grandmother has been depressed all day, and her physical condition has deteriorated day by day. She was already suffering from a heart attack, and this blow left her completely without her mental support. In just a few days, my grandmother left us in a heart attack.
Grandma's death seems to have completely buried my father's last hope for the third uncle. The father couldn't forgive the third uncle, and he couldn't forgive himself for failing to control him in the first place, which led to the current situation.
On the day of the funeral, the third uncle stood in the corner, looking at a loss, his eyes full of guilt and helplessness. But what's the use of guilt? It was already too late, and Grandma would never come back.
After the funeral, my father's anger towards the third uncle completely exploded, and that evening, when the relatives left one after another, and there were only a few of us left in the house, my father suddenly stood up, rushed to the third uncle, and waved his fist without saying anything, and punched him several times.
The third uncle was still stunned at first, and only when his father's fist landed on his face did he realize what had happened. He didn't fight back, didn't even dodge, just let his father's fist fall on him.
The father scolded while beating: "You unfilial thing! Do you know how Mom died? You made her even sell her old house! She's by you! ”
The third uncle didn't say a word, his head was lowered, and his face was full of tears. When his father was tired and stopped, the third uncle's tears could not stop flowing. He stood there like an abandoned child, his eyes full of self-reproach and pain.
Later, my father took my grandfather to our house and announced that he was going to cut ties with my third uncle. From that day on, the third uncle seemed to have completely disappeared from our lives.
For ten years, my father never mentioned the third uncle again, as if he had never existed. Even if someone occasionally mentioned the name of the third uncle, his father was always silent and turned away. We know that my father's disappointment in the third uncle has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow and I don't want to mention it again.
However, just a year ago, an unexpected phone call broke the decade-long deadlock. That night, I was watching TV at home with my father when I suddenly received a call from my aunt. On the phone, the aunt's voice was a little heavy, and she hesitated for a long time before she slowly spoke: "The third child is sick, and the situation is a bit dangerous." ”
When my father heard this, the remote control in his hand fell to the ground with a "snap". He was stunned for a few seconds, and asked in a trembling voice, "What disease?" What's going on? ”
My aunt told us on the phone that the third uncle was diagnosed with cancer a few months ago and was at an advanced stage and was being treated in the hospital. She also said that the third uncle has always refused to tell us, especially not wanting his father to know, because he feels sorry for his father and does not dare to face him. But now, the third uncle's health is getting worse and worse, and the aunt can't stand it anymore, so she decided to call us.
When my father heard these words, his whole body seemed to be drained of strength, and he stood still and did not move, but tears suddenly flowed down his cheeks. I have never seen my father cry so sadly, like a child who has lost a loved one, and at that moment, all his strength and stubbornness collapsed.
The father didn't say anything more, immediately picked up the mobile phone and frantically dialed the third uncle's number. However, dialing again and again, no one answered. My father didn't give up, and made dozens of phone calls in a row, but the tears became more and more.
I stood aside and looked at his trembling hands and swollen eyes, and my heart became sad. At that moment, I suddenly realized that although they had been cut off for so many years, my father had never really let go of the third uncle in his heart.
That night, we rushed to the hospital overnight, and along the way, my father kept calling the third uncle while driving, but there was no response on the other end of the phone.
By the time we finally arrived at the hospital, it was late at night. My father almost rushed into the ward, and the moment he pushed the door open, he saw the third uncle lying on the hospital bed, so weak that he could barely raise his head. The moment he saw his father, the third uncle's tears welled up all of a sudden. He didn't speak, just called out in a weak voice: "Brother......"
The father didn't say anything, walked straight to the bed, and shook the third uncle's hand. His tears broke the embankment again, and they flowed more than the third uncle. At that moment, I really understood that no matter how many misunderstandings, quarrels and rupture there are about blood relationship, family affection will overcome everything in the end.
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