my uncle nam he

In the summer vacation when I was about to enter the fifth grade from the fourth grade, my uncle told me that he was going on a business trip and would not be back until a while later.

I was very disapproving at the time.In my impression, my uncle always seems to be on business several times a year.

My uncle is rich, it's an accepted fact, so he's busy too.

I don't deny my uncle's luck, he entered the industry with the most potential and the most promising development every time, and the facts also proved that his judgment was correct.

But as soon as he stopped, the machine that operated this huge, profitable company would come crashing down like it never existed.

Everyone in the company can ask for leave, but he can't.

At that time, I was about to take the final exam, and my liking for the team leader had already faded away, and I had long since empathized with the sports committee.

Although the results of the sports committee are very poor, even worse than mine, but this does not relieve the pressure on me from the final exam.There was a circle of bubbles at the corner of my mouth, and my mother was very distressed.

It happened to be my father's memorial day again, my stepfather went to work as usual, and my grandparents and my mother went to visit my father's grave.

And me, I went there a few times when I was young, and when I grew up, the adults didn't care about me, especially this time, I got angry again in the final exam, so they told me to stay at home honestly.

For me at the time, honesty was impossible, let alone even thinking about staying at home.

As soon as they left, I put my schoolbag on my back, packed up my things, and took the bus to my uncle's place.

I was restless at the time, and I absolutely couldn't finish my homework at home.

It's strange that my uncle's house seems to have become a secret base that belongs to me alone (it doesn't matter if my uncle lives there).

I have already had a little knowledge of martial arts. Even during the extremely hot exam week, it didn't affect my second-choice illness. I imagined that I was chopping around with a big knife all day long.

And my uncle, in my world, is of course a retired worldly expert.

Among other things, the place where he lives is far away from the city center, so why not make people yearn for it?

I plan to go to the hermitage where my uncle Jinpen washed his hands.

My uncle had originally given me the backup key, and I opened the door easily.

There are some small advertisements posted on the walls here, such as "Small loan to get money quickly", "Faith in the Fa/Eternal life", I am very interested, because I can read all the words.

Although my uncle is not here, the taste of home has not diminished by half. It may be that he doesn't feel like home at all. He is a man who lives alone, so what kind of home can he have.

It is worth mentioning that I have successfully completed the identity change from my uncle's bride to my uncle's matchmaker.

At such a great age, I don't have a little aunt to play with me yet, how can this be possible?

Although my uncle is handsome and rich, I am still very afraid that he will not be wanted.While it's cool to die alone, it's clear that a fairy couple is the ultimate ideal for us little brats.

I went to the desk, yes, my uncle even made a desk for me to study.

Every time I am here, I can quickly calm down, and this time is the same.

I did the papers for four hours without moving my buttocks, from Chinese to mathematics to English and then to Chinese. Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore and ran to the guest room, which is the bed where I usually sleep, and took a nap for a while.

It is not correct to say that it is a nap. I have the potential to charge for 2 minutes and talk for two hours. When I wake up, it is already 7 o'clock and it is dark.I was still waking up hungry.

I sat up rubbing my stomach and yawned.At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

I was stunned, not daring to breathe, and pricked up my ears to listen to the movement outside.

Probably only my uncle and I have the key to this house. Be more confident, the location of this house may only be known to my uncle and me.

It is known that my uncle has gone on a business trip, so who could it be outside?

I didn't dare to think about it anymore, cold sweat was already oozing from my head.But at that time, I was young and deeply influenced by martial arts novels. I found a badminton racket from the house, tiptoed to the door, and poked my head out.

I don't know if I don't read it, but I was shocked when I saw it.

How can there be any burglars and robbers who robbed, sitting on the sofa, it is clearly my uncle!

His face was somehow haggard.

I breathed a sigh of relief, I wanted to go out immediately to scare him, but then I thought, why not just nest here and surprise him.

It's a pity that my plan didn't work out.I heard very clearly the sound of the door closing again.

I ran out quickly, and the living room was already empty.I ran to the balcony and looked down. My uncle had already walked downstairs because of his long legs.

I also locked the door and played a frightening stalking game.

Where can my uncle go?He probably went to a nearby supermarket to buy a pack of cigarettes, or to eat?

He came back from a business trip and didn't even tell me?Thinking of this, I was already a little disheartened, biting my lip to keep from crying.

But since he came back from a business trip, he didn't see his suitcase at all.

Then my uncle can be forgiven for not telling me.I stabilized my mind and followed up like a dragon swimming.

As I said before, I run fast.Although my uncle's legs were one step longer, I took three steps, but I trotted nimbly, and I didn't lose the wind.

My uncle didn't keep me on track for long, and I remember it very clearly when I glanced at my watch and it was exactly 20 minutes.

We had already passed the small supermarket and the row of restaurants where we ate, and my uncle finally stopped in front of a building in a residential area.

The building is very dilapidated, even worse than my uncle's house, and it doesn't even have a gate.

So I just watched as my uncle took the key out of his pocket and went into a storage room on the ground floor without even climbing the stairs.

I watched in surprise, feeling that I might have been dreaming and hadn't woken up yet.I pinched my arm mercilessly again, almost crying from the pain.

So I believed it.

A person who has so much money that he can't spend it all in his life, either lives in a small house or runs to the basement, there is always something wrong with this world and me.

I carefully turned around downstairs, and sure enough I found a window.

But the window was covered with a layer of paper, and I couldn't see what was going on inside. I only saw the light coming through the gap, which was still yellow.

I gave full play to the advantages of being a bear child, walked into the window, grabbed the window railing with both hands, and looked inside desperately.

The hard work paid off, and I successfully saw the scene inside with the help of a small hole.It was really small, with a bed on which my uncle was lying.

Near the door, there are kitchen utensils such as pots and pans, which really make the best use of the space.

Unfortunately, before I could look at it a few more times, my stomach couldn't stop growling.

The more I patted it, the louder it sounded, and finally my uncle, who was separated from me by the wall, seemed to hear something was wrong. I clearly captured the change in his expression, and even sat up slowly.

My hero doesn't suffer the loss in front of me, so I ran back as a spoiled girl.

This made me deeply realize that the sound of stomach growling is quite recognizable.I decided to take a detour to get something to eat.

What happened just now was too weird for me. Now, nothing is as important as what I eat.

Before I could turn the corner, I bumped into someone.I cried out in pain.

The man knelt down and patted my head, "Are you okay?" Although I didn't look up, I heard his voice before I saw him, and suddenly fell on my uncle like a deflated ball.

I was caught out of shape, how can I justify myself now?

I stammered and said, "I'm here to eat."

My uncle hugged me as usual, "Walk so far to eat?"

I took it for granted: "That's because... my mother went to visit my father's grave, and there is no one at home. Of course, I can eat wherever I want."

My uncle didn't seem surprised.He asked me, "You followed me just now?"

I wanted to go around and hide, but I didn't expect my uncle to be so direct and effortless to make me dumb.

I thought about it and admitted it.One person does one thing.

My uncle didn't say anything else, he asked me what I would like to eat.After being punctured, I didn't have any appetite, so I just mentioned a place we often go to.

When I was eating, I was supposed to eat well, and I didn't know what to ask.But after all, I was still a child, and I couldn't restrain my curiosity.

I asked, "What is that place? What are you doing there?"

My uncle was silent.He didn't want to say it.

I took a sip of the noodles and asked again, "You came back so soon from a business trip?"

My uncle still didn't speak.

I was already angry at the time, but now my temper suddenly came up.You lied to me on a business trip, and you kept the matter of the basement from me, and you didn't tell me a word, so what am I?

He is angry, and I am still angry!

But I didn't dare to be too angry at the time, thinking that if my uncle told me, I would definitely forgive him a lot.

I don't know why, but I feel a little guilty for some reason, as if I was wronged.

I didn't expect that my uncle, who has always been obedient to me, would be uncharacteristically indifferent that day.

When I asked him, he just said nothing.On our way back, there was only the whisper of the wind in our ears.

In desperation, I had no choice but to show weakness, and I said, "It won't be like this in the future." It was this sentence again.

After hearing this, my uncle only said that he would send me home.

No matter how stupid I am, I know this is a signal that I don't want to talk to me.I quickly packed my schoolbag and cried as I walked, but my uncle still turned a blind eye.

At that time, I didn't know that a person has a temper, and he has been hiding it from you, not because he loves you so much, but because he is afraid of you.

Of course my uncle is not afraid of me.Of course I'm not afraid of him, and I always bully him.So quarrels are inevitable.

And the worst emotions are often given by the closest people.Because we spend the longest time together, but still can't understand each other.

I'm still young, but my temper is as stubborn as a donkey.

I thought, no matter what I did or not, since I gave the steps first, it wasn't my fault.

I also told myself not to cry, but unfortunately the more I tried to hold back, the tears came out more and more violently.

When I got home, I wrote a letter of resignation to my uncle.I didn't hesitate at all.

It was not until a long time later that I realized that all of my uncle's actions were traceable and justifiable.

It is a pity that I was not old enough to understand the motives of my uncle's actions.And my uncle himself is absolutely tight-lipped.

When I was finally able to piece together all the clues to get the answer, the idea of ​​"too late" had quietly planted roots in my mind.

And want to apologize, but don't know where to start.

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