Xiaojie's old uncle is a soldier, about twenty years old, dressed in a green military uniform and full of energy. He came over and asked me questions.
Look at Jacko again. She is very proud. She is very proud. She has an old uncle who can protect her family.
In those days, I grew up in Xiaojie's parents almost every day, which was my first close contact with soldiers. My dream is to be a soldier, with a pistol and a pistol.
One day I saw Xiaojie's old uncle washing shirts, which were white shirts worn by soldiers inside. I see the shirt in the basin is white, not dirty. Xiaojie's old uncle said: you can't wait until dark to wash it. It can't be washed, and it's not that white.
Besides, I saw that the shirt was wet and there was no water in the basin. How to wash it? He also told me that if it is soaped, it will be whiter after ten or twenty minutes (I remember this method of washing clothes, and so will white clothes in the future, until now).
I am proud to tell Xiaojie that I have an old uncle who works in the armed forces department.
Just a few days after Uncle Xiaojie left, my uncle really came. He led the troops in Harbin and transferred to Bei 'an to visit my parents.
My uncle's eyes are white, tall and big, just like Song Xiaobao said: His eyes are big.
I also dragged Xiaojie home and showed her my old uncle. He is a very enthusiastic person. He grabbed a handful of candy and stuffed it into Jacko's hand.
On the second day of my uncle's visit, he took us to a department store, bought a piece of flower cloth for our three sisters, a piece of blue cloth for our two younger brothers and a coat for each of us. We are as happy as New Year, with new clothes and delicious food. My uncle is especially good at telling stories, and all the rhymes are harmonious.
"Don't spend any more money, the family is not rich, you are extravagant, and the three children at home have money to take more from home."
"Second sister, it's okay. You don't need money. You don't have to think so much. Look how happy the children are. "
I overheard the conversation between my mother and my uncle.
Or my mother knows my uncle. He is easy to get along with. Just as we are surrounded by him, my uncle is surrounded by his buddies, comrades-in-arms and friends. At that time, although my uncle earned a lot of money, he didn't take much at home. Almost all of them are like fugitives, drinking in a big bowl, eating meat in large pieces and spending it.
My aunt is a primary school teacher, and there are two sons and a daughter at home. Grandma helps to take care of the children at home, almost entirely relying on one person's salary, and life is also very tight.
Later, my uncle left his job without pay and started a wedding etiquette company.
It should be said that my uncle's business mind is still very active and he has found a lot of money, but his family is still not very rich. Because he is generous, most of the money is thrown on the wine table except for subsidizing comrades-in-arms and buddies who have difficulties.
Later, there were more and more wedding companies, but my uncle was still obsessed with wine tables and friends. Without progress and improvement, his income became less and less, and he finally closed down.
Suddenly one day, someone knocked at the door. Aunt opened the door and saw two people standing outside, a woman leading a boy.
That woman is thin and small, with small eyes and dark skin. The children around her are also five or six years old, thin and small, and look like that woman.
The woman pointed to the little boy and told her aunt that the boy was my uncle's son, and now he can't afford to raise a child, so he sent it back to my uncle (later the woman was sentenced for drug trafficking).
Whether menstruation cried swollen eyes or shouted hoarse, my uncle's silence proved the fact.
It turns out that my uncle often travels and often stays in that hotel. This woman is a waiter in a hotel. My uncle's generosity and kindness made a woman move her heart, and a glass of wine became a fact. Although this woman is not sweet in appearance, she has a sweet manner. They have been going out for several years.
My old aunt accepted this fact, regardless of kindness or cowardice.
But my heart is also indignant. The old aunt imposed her anger on the child. When eating, she just puts the rice in a bowl for the children, takes it outside or squats on the wall to eat, and never serves it.
At school age, children can't go to school without money. Later, his aunts looked at him pitifully, and * * * had money to go to school. By the time he was sixteen or seventeen, he was still thin and small. He graduated from junior high school and didn't go to senior high school. He learned car maintenance from a teacher.
My old uncle came down with diabetes and his diet was out of control. He drinks two bottles of beer for breakfast every day and breaks the bowl if he doesn't drink it? Table.
That year, I studied in Harbin computer training class. It happened that my uncle also came to visit my parents. At that time, I was not rich, and I only gave my uncle 200 yuan.
I put the money next to my uncle, but he still smiled brightly: whatever money you take, you won't make money now.
Turning around, my uncle quickly put the money in his pocket.
I saw this scene out of the corner of my eye, and the little cloth that my uncle bought for me came out again, and a sour pain welled up in my heart.
Later, my uncle went blind. Every time he goes out, his thin and small son takes a stick, gives him the other end and leads him out. Later, my uncle's legs rotted, and my skinny son waited on him at the end of the bed. My uncle died on 20 19.
Comrades, friends, colleagues, buddies, and people who are familiar with my uncle all give thumbs up: good people, generous, exquisite and atmospheric. ...
Such a beloved old uncle can only be a thorn in menstruation's heart.
My uncle's second son is fat and naive and loves to laugh. Listening to him is as refreshing and comfortable as watching a flowing stream that has been dredged to the bottom.
However, Pang Er's generosity is not like his uncle's, because of the cleverness behind his generosity, he put all the benefits into his pocket.
That year, Pang Er came from his hometown and heard his business story clearly. His uncle contracted the hotel to Pang Er, and Pang Er also paid him the money every month according to the contract, and he also gave his uncle and aunt food and drink on time every day.
My uncle once told me secretly that Pang Er often went to pick up girls and was heavily in debt outside.
I'm surprised. Fat Er doesn't look like him. He looks simple and honest enough!
During this period, my uncle also came, first, to see my second son, and second, to thank my uncle for his care and trust in Pang Er.
On the wine table, my uncle just mentioned that Pang Er was in debt outside, but his face changed, so there was no way to say more. ...
While my uncle was enjoying the fruits of victory, one night, Xiao Er ran away with the money and ran back to his hometown.
As a result, an endless stream of people asked their uncles for debts, selling vegetables, rice, oil, vegetables and spices. ...
Uncle was glad of his original cleverness and foresight, and signed a contract with Pang Er, otherwise how could he bear these debts!
One day, at the corner of Erdao Street, I saw a wrinkled and vicissitudes widow selling rice. I asked her: Why did she come out to sell rice again?
She said angrily, "Your fat relative is really a liar. He owes me nearly ten thousand yuan for food, and I owe others. I have no choice but to sell the house. I can't pay my debts, I can't sell rice, I can't eat, and I can't pay my debts ... "
I asked her again: didn't you go to the second fat family to ask for the bill?
She said: I have been there twice and stayed in front of his house for several days. I don't want to come back a third, I can't afford to run, damn fathead. ...
She had to scold a few words.
Later, I heard from my relatives that Pang Er opened a car maintenance department and earned a good income. He bought a house of more than 100 square meters by himself and an old aunt's house. The old aunt was so happy that she finally enjoyed her son's filial blessing. Pang Er is also smug, grinning and praised by others.
Fat two has turned over a new leaf? !
We are both surprised and happy for him.
Then the news came, shocking the eyes. Pang Er was put in prison and sentenced. His daughter-in-law divorced him and took her son away.
It turned out that Pang Er was caught showing off his private pistol on QQ after drinking. He gave up the place where the gun was hidden, and the public security personnel actually pulled out two pistols under his bed.
Not long after, the bank took Pang Er to court again, and the family knew that Pang Er had a large sum of money to pay. Because he was detained, he failed to repay on time, which exceeded the repayment period.
When law enforcement officers auctioned Panger's real estate, they found that the procedures of Panger's loan, including the above chapter, were all fake.
The old aunt sold the house of 100 square meters and the houses of two fat families, which were not enough to repay the loan. She cried and begged grandpa to borrow it from grandma.
I'm afraid it's too late for my uncle to dodge his fair-weather friends who have been toasting and drinking back and forth.
Only the little son of the skinny old uncle comforted and caressed the old uncle: Mom, don't worry, with me, I will try my best to make money, help you pay back the money and support you. ...
Sigh, can't help but sigh!
People, live sober, sober, rational and responsible, never forget that the right path in the world is vicissitudes.
Whether you live in poverty or wealth, you should learn to live in a down-to-earth way. What kind of reality, you should use what kind of existing conditions, live what kind of life, and live the life you want with limited economy. Such a day is your generous day, your down-to-earth day, and your day to guide the next generation to the right path.
My uncle's generosity and vanity destroyed not only his home, but also his second son.