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Chapter 21

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    Grief of the deceased

    Without experiencing the pain of losing a loved one, it is difficult to experience the feeling of grief, but I have witnessed the pain of my uncle when he lost his aunt.

    The old man has passed his sixtieth year, and his temples are dyed with silver-white hair. He looks much older than the uncle he saw a while ago, and he looks very tired and fragile. When he cries, he looks very disturbing.  Why don't you cry.  However, my uncle was tall and strong, with a clumsy mouth, and he couldn't speak a complete sentence for a long time, and it was very difficult for people to listen.

    That day I went to mourn my aunt, and my uncle said with a weeping trill: It was the doctor who killed her.

    how can that be possible?  My aunt underwent heart stent surgery, and most of the patients were successful, but my aunt developed heart failure after getting off the operating table.  Reliable and conclusive evidence, the only way to check is the autopsy.

    People are already dead and cannot be resurrected. This kind of dissection will destroy the integrity of the corpse. The living people do not want to see such a situation and result, so they give up the idea of ??filing a lawsuit.  The dead are relief, but the living are suffering.

    Uncle is a relatively honest and honest person. You can see what kind of person he is from the expression of the language. There is no need to talk about the kind of person who is honest and does his own thing.

    At my uncle's age, he still has to endure the pain and suffering of the loss of his relatives.  Not long after I lost my sick daughter, my wife left again before I could get out of the painful life of losing a child in old age. What an unfortunate thing in life.

    I couldn't bear to see it in my eyes, and when I heard that weeping sound, my heart was about to break, especially when I was facing such grief from my loved ones, I had to run away as soon as possible to find spiritual comfort.  Balanced and quiet, I know it's useless to comfort relatives, but I have to say something.  After leaving, I was a little at a loss, feeling that people are so fragile.

    Everyone knows that the dead cannot be resurrected, but they still want to comfort them.

    Looking back on the past, in my memory, my master left a courtyard for my uncle. If today, this land and those houses are worth tens of millions of yuan.  But when I was young, before he started working, he had already transferred such a large family business to a so-called painter, who even painted a portrait of my master.

    This painter is a knowledgeable and cultured person who has seen the world. Not long after, the painter began to tidy up every corner of the courtyard. In fact, the painter was looking for those secret treasures that no one knew.  But I don't know if my master has done such a thing of burying treasures.  Later the artist moved away.

    In my memory, I used to be a soldier. After several years of life in the barracks, I returned home with nothing to worry about. Once I had a sudden whim, and I went to the old man who played with me when I was young.  Near the yard, but it has changed beyond recognition. It has already become a new building. There are no traces of the tall and lush yard with a dozen elms that I remembered when I was a child. Everything has been replaced by modern buildings. I can¡¯t find it anymore.  To the children's paradise.

    I watched for a long time, looking at these modern buildings, I couldn't help but feel sad. The naughty childhood has long been rippling with the autumn wind and disappeared in the long river of time.  One day, the naughty child quietly climbed up the tree and used a homemade iron hook to break off the branches of the elm tree to get elm money.

    At that time, people's material conditions were still very poor, basically there were no snacks or other food and drinks, and the only sweet food that children could eat without spending money.  The elm money that has become bigger is also very tempting. After biting a bunch and chewing, a stream of sweet water fills the entire mouth.

    When the left branches fly in the air and fall down, the children will swarm up, like a group of living little bandits, robbing the food they have won.  At this time, my master would walk out of the house slowly, stand in the middle of the yard and yell at the child on the tree, and he would not hurry down.

    My master is a tall and burly man. Of course, he must have been a very capable person when he was young. Otherwise, how could he manage such a family property?

    The master is a businessman, and he is still a well-known businessman in this area. I remember the master told me how he started as an apprentice when he was young, became a businessman with his own shop, and how he finally started to make a fortune.  .

    I can write these things down later, my lord.Standing in the middle of the yard leaning on a cane, sometimes pointing the end of the cane to the sky and even making insulting remarks, but the old man has already suffered from asthma. When he is angry, he will cough violently and his body will tremble. The child on the tree  They are often still afraid, and will slide down the tree very obediently and quickly.

    These have become a permanent past, and they can only be things of memory. All traces have disappeared, disappeared forever.

    In my memory, my uncle was always taciturn and rarely said anything. Even when he saw me, he just looked at me as if he was very strange.  He always stays at home, or rides his bike to work.

    Uncle, it wasn't his fault that he didn't keep the family business left by his father, but it was transferred to the painter at such a cheap price, which I always felt should not be done.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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