On a windless night, the sky is full of stars, and the fireflies are twinkling in the grass, like lights in the city at night. Uncle Dunzi moved two deck chairs to the yard, and we rocked on the deck chairs and picked up those fragmented memories.

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The conversation started with the dog. Uncle Dunzi said that during the days when he went to Xi'an, the cauliflower stood under the crooked neck tree at the entrance of the village, staring at the road down the mountain without eating or drinking...Uncle Dunzi came back, and the cauliflower shook his head.

He staggered to his feet, walked unsteadily, and fell on the side of the road. Uncle Dunzi took the dog home and fed it. The dog came to life and wagged its tail. Uncle Dunzi said: "Dogs understand human nature and pay most attention to emotions. If they

If we don’t come back from Xi’an, the dog will die waiting.”

The ghost escaped, and sparks appeared in his thoughts. That year, Uncle Dunzi was working on his own land, and his dog picked up a package. Uncle Liao unwrapped the package and saw that it was a baby girl. Uncle Liao took the baby girl

He took the baby girl home and gave it to his son and his wife to raise. In those days, it was difficult to feed his own children, so why add another burden? The son suggested taking the baby girl out and throwing it away, but the son and wife were reluctant to part with it and insisted on peeing all over it.

The baby girl was raised, and she later went to college, repaid her kindness, and became Uncle Dunzi's grandson-in-law.

It seems a bit legendary, but no one today's young people would believe it to be true. In fact, I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. There are often many adventures in life, which bring out some sweetness in the bitter days. There is still no moon there.

At night, you and I are walking on the mountain road. I am ignorant and look at you like the ghost of the mountain, with your body covered with shining stars. I can’t tell who took the initiative first. The mountains in love are moving closer together, and the leaves are rubbing against the leaves.

Whispering, you burned into ashes willingly in the wind, leaving me with endless thoughts and regrets. On the night I ran away from home, you told me that our common blood grew in the belly of the mountain.

I know who the baby girl that Uncle Dunzi brought home is, but I cannot recognize her. I can only set up an altar in a corner of my heart to worship the years we have walked together.

Uncle Dunzi suddenly changed the topic and said that his grandson was a blessing. He married a wife as delicate as a carrot in October, and the water droplets on his face were fragrant. This old guy has never seen anyone describe his grandson.

A daughter-in-law is like a carrot. But I felt nourished in my heart, so I deliberately asked: "Have you picked up that 'radish' and taken a bite?"

Uncle Dunzi smiled naively, with saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth: "Don't mind if I say something, I always feel that my grandson's wife is a bit like your mother..."

It was late at night, the night wind was very cool, and I heard the noise in the mountains. Uncle Dunzi took out two blankets and covered us both. People's longing for others is often filled with some hopeless stupidity.

He knew clearly that he couldn't get it, but he kept thinking about it day and night. Still in those hungry years, Uncle Dunzi quietly stuffed a cooked sweet potato into my mother's hand. My mother cut the sweet potato in half for me.

With gratitude in his eyes, Uncle Dunzi saw that his mother was not paying attention, so he suddenly hugged his mother and kissed him... The silent mountain was furious, and his shouts were deafening. His mother knelt at his father's feet, hugged his legs, and begged his father for forgiveness.

Uncle Dunzi: "Don't worry, my dad, he is upright and not afraid of slanting shadows. Put me on a stone mill to squeeze out the oil and water and grind me into ashes. I will always be yours!"

Since then, I have had a deep prejudice against Uncle Dunzi, and that prejudice has gradually faded away with the passage of time. Tonight, I am shocked by my mother. If my mother, who is under the nineties, knows that there is still a ninety-year-old man in the world.

How should I feel about being obsessed with her?
Chapter completed!