Put the phone down and let out a long sigh. Oh, how time flies! Three years have passed in a blink of an eye, and my uncle has passed away, but his voice and smile still seem to be in sight: fair skin, bushy eyebrows, China people's face, and a pair of bright eyes are always smiling.
However, my uncle really left, and his smile was fixed on that hot summer day three years ago. I was hospitalized that day, and my uncle came to the hospital by motorcycle early in the morning. Because we are familiar with the dean of this hospital, he said that we either want to pay less or we want to see if we can entrust a doctor with superb medical skills to perform the operation and make it better.
By the time I got settled in the hospital and finished all kinds of physical examinations, it was already noon. My uncle left in a hurry when my husband arranged for his family to eat in a nearby restaurant. He said he had something to do. On a hot day, we were so busy all noon that we didn't even drink a mouthful of water. Our hearts are very sad. Uncle has always been such a person, enthusiastic about relatives and friends, tireless, no complaints. It never occurred to me that parting was the last time I saw him.
Three years ago, at the turn of late autumn and winter, I received a phone call from my aunt, saying that my uncle suddenly fainted while helping a neighbor in the village. 120 ambulance was taken to the hospital. We rushed to the county people's hospital, only to find my uncle in a coma in the emergency room, with a cerebral infarction and a myocardial infarction. He lay quietly on his back until he died and didn't wake up.
My uncle was a cameraman who showed open-air movies in the countryside in his early years. In the 1970s, when the society was still very backward and the rural literary life was extremely scarce, television had not yet entered thousands of households. Movies are a rare pastime for people after supper. My uncle has a tricycle, which goes from village to village in Shiliba Township. There should be a movie on the third anniversary of an old man's death. People with better conditions will put on two performances in one night, which shows the great ostentation and extravagance.
Before each film screening, those square boxes are put in place, and my uncle will say a few words on the spot, such as wishing someone a happy wedding and a happy marriage for a hundred years; An old gentleman rode a crane to the west and walked well all the way ... My uncle didn't have much education, but he was born with high language quality. Even people who are surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside still speak unhurriedly, with proper words and in an orderly way. The audience must get used to working closely together. First, the audience was silent, and then the applause thundered. Then the light of the film is projected straight on the white film curtain, and with the pleasant "squeak" sound of the projector, everyone's eyes are gathered together, and their thoughts fluctuate with the story in the film.
At that time, my uncle was the most admired elder among our relatives' children. First of all, we think his works are fashionable and decent. He doesn't have to do farm work in muddy water. He drives a tricycle to the film company all day to pick up films, send them around and make money. The key is that he can feast his eyes on every movie with everyone. Surrounded by crowds all day, facing a pair of eager eyes, he manipulated his own transactions in an orderly way, making every story go smoothly. We felt very proud, as if the twists and turns and the wonderful ending were completely under his control.
My uncle's life is still good, and movies have become his lifelong career. Although with the rise of wedding companies, there is no need to show movies about weddings, funerals and weddings, it is not bad for movies to go to the countryside regularly. I often meet him on my way back to get the film. There are a few pieces of pig's head meat hanging on the front handle of the motorcycle, swaying from side to side with the bump of the car, leisurely and leisurely. My uncle has been running outside all his life, and he is a good-looking man. He especially likes cleanliness, and his clothes are always neatly dressed. He is a man of temperament, enthusiastic and courageous, with excellent popularity and many friends all his life. He likes to recruit three or five friends and have a drink in his spare time.
Uncle is warm-hearted by nature. Relatives' children get married, full moon, buy food and buns, he drives a motorcycle tricycle and runs one after another; The young couple made a scene, and the daughter-in-law turned back to her mother's house in a rage. It was his mediation again and again until they got back together; There are disputes between neighbors in the village, and the contradictions between father and son and brothers also need his help. In his life, he has done countless things for others and solved many troubles. No matter who is busy, he is always available if necessary. He is the captain of this village and a trustworthy official. And he is such a good person, and suddenly he left without a word.
In our custom, the third anniversary of the old man's death has been regarded as a happy event. There are red couplets on the gate, and the yard is full of people, but I don't recognize any joy. Three years later, it is still heavy to regain a yearning.
It's the end of September in the lunar calendar. Although the sun is shining, I still feel chilly, which has passed the beginning of winter solar term. That winter three years ago, my uncle left, and he no longer had to work hard for the big events and small feelings of relatives and friends. His trip came to an abrupt end in many ordinary busy days, and his life, which was still so young in his sixties, came to an end in a hurry. He has always been so healthy, busy and happy all day, and even we don't regard him as an old man. At the moment, the neighbors in the yard are trying their best to manage his affairs. There are still many relatives and friends coming, just like the day he left.
Our custom here is that after a person dies, close relatives and friends will come to mark his due date, centenary, first anniversary and second anniversary. Now that three years have passed, today is everyone's final farewell. However, with so many memories and three years, can you forget a heavy miss?
Looking up, I happened to find that in a corner of the yard, several old people with thick hair gathered together, with tears in their eyes, chatting about their memories and looking extremely sad.
In the middle of the yard, in front of the square table with various sacrifices, my uncle was still wearing his straight blue suit, his hair was neatly combed, his forehead was wide and full, and there were not even too many wrinkles. Against the blue background, his smile is very vivid. My uncle is still so kind, kind and bright-eyed, as if he had never left.
However, in the 15 minutes when I looked at his portrait, my heart couldn't help being sour and painful, and then tears came to my eyes.