As mentioned in a small article earlier, my family's ancestors were passed down for three generations, and only in the father's generation did they have brothers. At that time, the single transmission referred to the fact that there was only one boy in the family, how many girls did not count, my grandfather, great-grandfather, and grandfather, not only had no brothers and no brothers, but also had no sisters and no sisters, and all died of illness early. My grandmother once said that it was fortunate that the Sangzi family did not break the roots. Because there is only one uncle, our family does not have the opportunity to add a number in front of the uncle like others, and if there is one less number, the uncle will become a close relative like his parents. Uncle looks like a grandmother, when he was young, he was naturally very handsome, and his mother said that at that time, the family was poor, and there was an old man who was drunk as a life, so although there were many girls who showed kindness to uncles, few people dared to marry.
For a while, my uncle and his family were not very harmonious, so he rented a room near my house alone. At that time, I was very young, and I didn't know why my uncle didn't go home, of course, I didn't want to know why he didn't go home, and I might hope that he wouldn't go home, because only in this way could I stay at the mouth of the alley every dusk and wait for my uncle to take me to the shop to buy "sweet things" to eat. Time seems to be a white colt passing through the gap, last year to see the uncle, I joked with his old man: Uncle, I bought you sweet things. The uncle smiled, laughing tearfully.
Because of my brother, my uncle's eldest son is called the second brother. The second brother was a year older than me, and although he lived far away, he reached the age when he could run around independently, and the two of us got tired of being together as soon as they had the chance. Just when my aunt wanted to spread enough pancakes for the family to eat for half a month, my uncle found something for the two of us to do, pushing and grinding every half a month. Pushing and grinding is not a good job, half a day down dizzy, more hateful is that the younger brother who is two years younger than the two of us also got a wicker in the back of the "driving" shouting. At that time, every time I got to this point, I was so nervous that I began to find a way to escape the push, but my uncle always had a way to cut off my thoughts before I acted.
Compared with his father, the uncle lacks romance but is more pragmatic. In his later years, his father often went out to twist and turn and sing karaoke or something, and his uncle circled the vegetable garden he contracted every day. This was also the case when they were young, although the brothers were both captains of the production team, and my father always had time to read books such as "Dream of the Red Chamber", and my uncle's spare time was to ride the golden deer bicycle to a nearby university canteen to drive swill water back to feed the pigs. Their different personalities also directly affected me and my second brother, and over the past twenty years, one of us became a professor of computers and the other became a storyteller.
I always thought that my uncle and my parents' relationship was no different from someone else's, until the day my father gasped, I didn't know that it was the real brotherhood. Uncle sat paralyzed at the gate of the hospital and cried: None of you can refine your father (the body is cremated), I buried him in my place, I am with him...
The mother-in-law and uncle live in a hospital, and the son and daughter-in-law want to see them. I said you just need to buy some fruit, and it's not your turn to spend money. The son said: Dad, it doesn't matter to you whether I spend money or not, they have hurt me, and what I should do must be done now. As the elder of the uncle's younger son, although I have worked hard, I really don't know if I am qualified, I can only pray that the uncle can live to be eighty years old or older, and we have the opportunity to reward him for creating a longevity record for the men of the Sangzi family.
Uncle has been dead for several years, and he really set a record for the longevity of a man in our family for 150 years. Unfortunately, Uncle spent more than the last year in a coma, and we did not have the opportunity to leave a memorial around his knees.