my uncle nam he

As I write this, I close my computer.It is spring now, and the flowers outside the window seem to be in bloom.

I looked at it quietly for a while, and suddenly the door of the room rang. I saw it was pushed open a crack, and soon a small head popped out.

"Mom, may I come in?" The pronunciation was a bit weird.

"Please come in."

The little head quickly moved to me, "whatareyoudoingnow, mom?" I "hush", and he immediately admitted his mistake, "HoneyIfeelsosorrybutI..."

I sighed and patted his head. "It's not your fault...it's me. But you must remember to speak our mother tongue when you're at home, okay?"

"I know, mom." The little guy shook his head. "You didn't tell me what you were doing?"

"Me?" I said, "I'm writing in my diary."

"Diary?" He looked surprised, "about what?" The little guy remembered something, and immediately changed his words, "About what? My teacher... never asked me to write this thing."

I said, "It's about my uncle."

"uncle?" His big eyes were confused, "Inever...sorry, but I never knew I had an uncle?"

"Of course he's my uncle," I said.

The little guy shrugged indifferently, "I didn't know you had an uncle either."

I said, "Because he's still in our country."

The little guy asked, "soyoumisshim?"

He glanced at me and said calmly, "Why doesn't he come here?"

I said, "He's not going anywhere because everyone he loves is there."

The little guy continued to ask, "Doesn't he love you? If he doesn't love you, don't love him anymore."

I found that the angle of thinking of children is always different from that of adults, because sometimes innocence is more tricky and sharp.

I smiled and said, "Because the person he loves the most is by his side, isn't that okay? If you really fall in love with someone one day, it actually has nothing to do with this person."

The little guy jumped up as if he had discovered a new world, "I know this sentence, isn't it Goethe?" Soon, he frowned and said, "Nonono...You know what, Idon't think I believe it..."

He glanced at me guiltily, almost biting his tongue, "It's not this person I love, is this a phantom? Like the phantom that appeared when I was playing games? You love daddy, and daddy is also real. "

I was silent.The little guy saw that I was in a bad mood, so he took out a picture album from behind his back, and waited for the compliment with a proud face.

I flipped through it roughly, and the little guy really has some artistic germs, and it's hard for him to hide it all the way until now.

I kissed him and praised him a lot.Immediately afterwards, the two of us pushed open the door of the studio.

I asked him, "May I ask Mom to draw one too?"

He took out the paint for me very gentlemanly, adjusted the drawing board, and made a "please" gesture.The little guy looked at me quietly for a long time before asking, "So... is this your uncle's house?"

"This is our former home."

I only moved when my freshman year was about to graduate.

So to be honest, I am not very impressed with the house I live in when I was 6 years old.

And the new house after moving, no matter how far away it is in a foreign country, is always the real "home" in my mind.

Whenever I think about it, my heart will soon settle down.

Needless to say, my uncle played the main role in this move.My stepfather was not very happy at first, but seeing that everything was done by my uncle, he was happy to be at ease.

Moreover, the house we moved to is big and beautiful, and there is a small garden in the back, which we all like very much.

This house is very close to where my grandparents live.It is very close to my elementary school and junior high school.

It was only later that I realized that this was called a "school district room", and it became very popular later.

My uncle is more prescient. To be honest, I don't know how much money he has now, let alone when I was a child.

And his foresight is fully reflected in the prediction of the industry. Later, I saw an Internet tycoon mentioned that "when encountering a storm, pigs can fly."

Not only is my uncle not a pig, but he is also a falcon.

Fortunately, he has a unique vision and has chosen the best and fastest growing industry for almost every investment.Because it is not the focus of this article, I will not repeat it here.

In short, at that time, with the help of my uncle, our family lived the well-off life we ​​dreamed of, and we were even moving towards the ranks of the middle class.

Although my uncle created a home that is so vivid in my memory, I didn't get to visit his home until I was in third grade.

He took me to the playground, to the mountains, to the waterfall, to the sky, to the ocean, and I was a frequent visitor to his office.

But it's strange that he just didn't take me to his home.

It's not that I haven't been coquettish, but my uncle started to be selectively deaf as soon as he arrived at this time.

I originally wanted to play and roll, but as long as I was at home, my stepfather was the first to stop me from doing this, saying that I am not old or young, how can I mess around with my uncle.

I have no choice but to wait helplessly, maybe one day my uncle will show kindness and take me to heaven to have a look.

In my little head, I think my uncle is so rich, he must live in a wonderful place, and that place must be heaven.

When I was in the third grade, I had the first little boy I liked for the first time.

At that time, I was a child in the upper grades, and I had grown up and could no longer be childish. Therefore, my illusions about my uncle's love were also shattered.

But the love keeps growing.

And that boy has good grades, is handsome, and is the captain of our Young Pioneers. Everything about him is perfect in my eyes.

It was at this time that I remembered the erratic dream in the first grade and the "three wishes" like a dream.

I hurried to my uncle and told him that my second wish was to play at his house.

My uncle thought for a long time before agreeing."That doesn't count," he said.

I asked happily: "This wish doesn't count? So, it means I still have two wishes?"

My uncle nodded.

He drove the car and turned to nowhere.What seemed to be endless rows of small brick houses before me, I vaguely realized that this might already be the outskirts of the city, and fell asleep.

At that time, real estate was already in full swing, and houses in the city had basically entered the industry of demolition and renovation.

My uncle gently patted me up and told me it was time to go.

I got up in a jerk, and looked around in a daze, my jaw almost dropped from shock.

I closed my jaw to myself and shook my uncle's arm again and again, "Uncle, don't you tell me you live here?"

The house in front of me was old and dilapidated. After a long period of wind and rain, this bean curd dregs project seemed to be completed, and it was already crumbling in my eyes.

On the street in front of the corridor, there was also garbage thrown away. Next to the garbage can, a stray dog ​​was picking things with its paws.

As if it heard my voice, it raised its head and howled towards us, as if swearing its sovereignty, and then lowered its head to fiddle with its "food".

I was dumbfounded. "You needn't tell me, I'm definitely still dreaming." I pinched my arm mercilessly, almost crying on the spot from the pain.

My uncle smiled and said, "Okay, get out of the car." I followed behind my uncle's buttocks in a fog.

The two of us were walking in the corridor, and I asked weakly, "Uncle, this staircase should be fine, right? Will it collapse one level as we walk through it like in the movie?"

My uncle chuckled, "Why don't we stop and see if it drops stones?"

I shook my head desperately and grabbed my uncle's arm.

Soon at the door.My uncle took out the key and opened the door. I stood at the door and didn't go in. The house is still very nice.

Although it can't be said that "outside the shackles, gold and jade are inside", the decoration is very neat, clean, small and warm, and it feels like home.

My uncle took me in and asked me, "How do you feel?"

I was silent for a while, and pulled the corner of my mouth, "It's pretty good."

"Tell the truth," my uncle told me.

"Well, it's bad. I really can't figure out why you live in such a bad place. It's worse than our original house. It's also dirty and messy outside. It's bad."

I unconsciously repeated "it sucks" three times in a row, and maybe a deaf person can hear how dissatisfied I am.

But my uncle just smiled and didn't say a word.He went to the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk for me.

"Your mother told me that you haven't had milk today."

I stretched my teeth and claws on the sofa and went crazy with myself for a while. Seeing that my uncle ignored me, I had to bite the bullet and plug in the straw, and I was about to spit it out after taking a sip.

I really didn't expect this woman to be able to remotely control me so far away from my mother.

I can't accept it.

My uncle turned on the TV, completely ignoring my hard-working performance just now, and brought me the remote control, "I'll watch you drink."

I was silent and looked at him with a heroic expression on my face.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a while, and my uncle suddenly laughed, and I didn't hold back, and followed closely behind, laughing too.

But I saw a photo out of the corner of my eye. I walked over, held it in my hand and looked at it for a while, then pondered my uncle's expression and said hesitantly, "Is the one next to you the deceased grandma?"

When I was in third grade, the parent of a classmate passed away.The squad leader was sent to be our representative, and he went to attend the funeral of a classmate's father with the teacher.

The teacher also specifically told us that we must be careful when chatting with this classmate, and never mention the words "parents" and "death".

I am very obedient and empathetic, and I have always kept the teacher's words in my heart.

Of course, I didn't realize that at that time, in fact, I am also a part that cannot be mentioned.

My uncle is like my dad, and I never felt a lack of paternal love.

He was rolling up his shirt cuffs and stepping on a stool to change a light bulb. The watch on his wrist was eye-catching.

My uncle looked over after hearing what I said, and quickly looked away after saying "um", "That's right, that's my mother."

He smiled and asked me, "Why, don't we look alike?"

The author has something to say: Thanks for watching ^_^

My God... Please ignore the English in the first paragraph, I don't know what I'm talking about.

The half-life physical test was handed over today, and there will be another test tomorrow.Well, hopefully I make it back alive.