A few days ago, I heard that my uncle had a reservation in his stomach, which is likely to be malignant. I really lamented the weakness of my life... I remember that when I was young, Uncle Qing was one of the people who hurt me the most. Every time he came back from work outside of China, he would bring us a bunch of food and then talk a lot to us .. when I was a child, I love to sleep late. He will tease us early every morning... watching movies with my brother and I still remember watching movies like that. In his bed, my brother and I were watching the movie with him <Lu Xiaofeng fengwu 9 days>... at that time, his son was not yet born...
Unconsciously, more than a decade has passed. Slowly, he is changing from a teenager to a young man, and then to a middle-aged man... and I also changed from a little girl P to a teenager who is going out to study, and then to an adult who is going to work "... it turns out that when people grow up, there will be something in the middle, and we will no longer be as casual as we used to be. We will no longer talk about things in Tancheng... learn scruples, learn to hide, learn it doesn't matter... is it growing up? Well, I miss the wonderful past. He brought me cotton candy that I have never eaten from other places .. I miss seeing his photos everywhere in his room. I still remember seeing a photo of him flying over the sky .. miss the sleep in the morning. He came over to flip our quilt and make trouble ..
Today, he has his own children and his own family. Maybe, without knowing it, there may be slight conflicts between his family and his family. However, I believe this is just a flash. Love and Care are the theme... now I have grown up and learned to be perfunctory. Sometimes I am doing what I don't want to do. Slowly, we are going to parallel lines...
Well, whatever the future, Qing will always be my good uncle... in my heart, you will always be one of the people who hurt me the most... do you still remember the diary you wrote during the third day? Oh, when I was in my third year or so, I just pulled it from somewhere and fell onto my hand... now, over the past 20 years, I feel very comfortable watching those diaries... I hope I will hand it over to you or your son one day, but now I have saved it first. I knew that heaven would not make good people sad, so I finally checked it out in Fuzhou. It turned out that it was just a doctor's mistake. In fact, you did not know anything ~~ Well, bless you...
In the early morning of the rainy night