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Compared to my birthday present, I'm actually less interested in my dad.

But my uncle seemed to be very interested, so I nestled in his arms and listened to him speak slowly.Anyway, time at that time was very slow, good time, you can waste it as much as you want.

My uncle said, "It was difficult for our family at that time. Let alone birthdays, even the Spring Festival, we lived very frugally. But one day, when your dad finished an English test, he felt as if he had a convulsion."

My uncle's spirits began to fly again, and I looked into his clear eyes, and my own eyes also lit up.

I said, "What did my dad do?"

"He asked me what day was my birthday? I thought about it for a few minutes, really for a few minutes. Although my mother would usually serve me a bowl of noodles symbolically, I never paid attention to it. So I was very hesitant , because I'm not sure either."

I smiled and asked, "So what day is it?"

My uncle didn't seem to hear my question, and I heard him continue, "After I finished speaking, your dad was surprised and I don't know why he was surprised, because our birthdays are not even close, and he didn't say anything. For this reason, I bowed my head and did geometry problems."

"Your father's behavior confused me. Out of politeness, I also asked his birthday."

"I didn't expect your dad to suddenly become twitchy." My uncle smiled, "No matter how you ask him, he won't tell."

I let out a "huh", "My dad is two hundred and five, wouldn't it be his birthday that day?"

My uncle flicked me on the head, "I'm a big kid. No, but it's about the same. He didn't tell me. But I was the monitor back then, and I still have the personal information of the students in the class. Just look at the ID number. "

"What did you give him for his birthday?" I said, "My dad doesn't lose money."

My uncle's expression suddenly became very distant. I could feel his heartbeat, his breathing, and the temperature of his body, but he couldn't feel mine.

But soon, he touched my head and came back to his senses.

"I didn't give anything. At that time, I just participated in a physics competition and won a prize. The organizer gave me a set of pens and notebooks."

I was a little confused, "So you gave it to my dad intact?"

"Hey hey," my uncle excused himself quickly, "I didn't. I also wrote a poem on the first page of the book, and at the end I wished your dad a happy birthday and happy forever."

I thought it was fun, "Can you still write poetry?"

My uncle said, "I can't, but I can copy."

I:"……"

The beautiful filter I added to my uncle, the first broken sound.A flimsy bubble hit him, never coming back.

My uncle didn't notice my speechlessness at all, "When we were in the first grade of junior high school, there was an index finger poem in our textbook. You should still have it." Sighing the sorrow of poverty, I still stubbornly pave the ashes of disappointment and write down with beautiful snowflakes: "Believe in the future'." [Note 1] My uncle's tone is straightforward, but the tone is too melodious, and he recites without the slightest emotion It actually made me hear a little sweetness.

I didn't interrupt, but my uncle just read these few lines and stopped.

"This is the first time."

I was a little unsure, "Is this the end?"

My uncle paused, "Actually, not yet. The cafeteria was closed early that day when we went to self-study at night, and there wasn't even a street lamp left. Your dad and I were walking back to the dormitory. We walked, Your father stopped suddenly."

I said, "Is he going to sneak up on you? Uncle run!"

"Your dad scratched his head and said he was very grateful for my birthday present. He had nothing to give me. We were both teenagers. We've seen birthday cakes, but no one has eaten them."

"He said, 'Let me sing you a song.' At that time, beyond was very popular, and your dad made a decisive decision and sang me the song "Glory Days"."

I asked, "Does my dad sing well?"

My uncle showed a very strange look, he suppressed a smile and said to me, "Actually, your dad is sneak attacking me."

I understood, and the two laughed together.

My uncle watched me finish laughing, "When your dad finished singing, my brain got hot and I said I would sing him a song too."

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you~~?" I also sang.

"No. I don't know what happened. It's your dad's birthday, but I completely forgot about it. At that time, the song "Love Is Like the Tide" was also very popular, so I sang it without thinking."

I asked, "Do you sing well?"

"I can only say that I have avenged your father's sneak attack just now."

I couldn't breathe from laughing.My mother usually hums a ditty, so I won't talk about the effect.

"What sin did I do? Everyone around me is tone-deaf. Look at me."

After I finished speaking, I picked it off my uncle's leg. I lightly lifted the non-existent sleeves, made a gesture of twisting orchid fingers, and sang "The New Drunken Concubine".

At that time, the song "The New Royal Concubine Drunken" was popular all over the streets and alleys.

I thought I was already proficient at it, but I didn't expect to sing without practicing fake moves. I sang to a climax, and I couldn't sing anymore, and even broke my voice.

I crawled back onto my uncle in dismay, "It's so embarrassing. Now add me if you're tone-deaf."

My uncle looked at me and said with a smile, "Sure enough, a tiger father has no dog daughter."

The computer screen was dimly lit, and I looked out of the window at the round and dim yellow moonlight, staring intently.Those Gothic buildings were silent.

At this point, this lackluster story has suddenly become so long, it seems like it will never end.

Just as a child must grow up, and a person must have no choice but to die, so this story must end.

But there is still a way to go before it ends.

I am now a university teacher in a university abroad, I got married a few years ago, and now I am the mother of a child.

Speaking of this, many people probably don't think that if I can travel back and tell the old me that you will become a university teacher when you grow up, I probably won't believe it if you kill me.

But the world is weird sometimes.

When I was promoted to junior high school, I reluctantly went to the city's key junior high school. In the second year of junior high school, my grades suddenly improved, but because the science subjects were too poor, of course I couldn't skyrocket and achieve a "counterattack".

During the senior high school entrance examination, I barely got into the city's key high school.But I didn't go and ended up getting enrolled in a nationally known high school.

A classmate in front of me voluntarily gave up the place, and I was shortlisted inexplicably.But this high school is notoriously bitter and tiring.

I got a second grade in liberal arts and science, so I went to liberal arts.After getting rid of the nasty physical chemistry, my grades finally improved a little bit, and finally I was ranked in the top ten in my class, and I went to a good university logically.

Because at that time, I wanted to go to my uncle's school with all my strength, and I got admitted in the end, but the major was very unpopular, so I was transferred.

But also because the major is unpopular and difficult to get a job, everyone bites the bullet and goes academically.

Of course, it is also because there are many unexplored fields in the academic field of majors, unlike popular majors where the banners of predecessors are planted everywhere.

What's even more funny is that I found out at that time that I was very interested in the major I was adjusting, so I followed my tutor all the way here.

I went abroad as a graduate student, because it is very easy to apply for a degree in this major abroad, and the same goes for prestigious schools.Ph.D. is also read here.Then, I stayed here.

It's very strange, if I followed my ignorant appearance when I was a child, I definitely wouldn't be able to make it this far.

Of course, life is not all smooth sailing. I have encountered many setbacks and thought of giving up many times.

After all, giving up seems to be the easiest choice.

It is a shield that has been tempered with steel, and it can also be pulled out as a fig leaf without disobedience.

But every time I was about to give up, my uncle's figure always appeared in front of my eyes, and I also recalled my uncle's words very cooperatively in my ears.

My uncle said a lot to me, and of course, most of it was nonsense.

There are also some free chicken soup for the soul that he is a successful person, the taste is not to my liking, and the rest, there are some pasts that he understates.

I have no feeling for the chicken soup he boiled.So what I kept in my mind until the end turned out to be the most desolate and insignificant teenage years in his life.

His father passed away, and the family was so poor that he had to work two jobs sooner or later.And she is too delicate, so she will definitely become the target of many people's attack both openly and secretly.

It is very simple to say now, but if you feel the same way, life is actually very sad.

Of course, my uncle could have been worse.

God seems to want to carry out Mencius's sentence "Heaven assigns great responsibility to people" on my uncle.

Even so, my uncle's grades have been maintained very well, and now he has become a bigwig with unknown assets.

I'm miserable, but in comparison, my uncle, who is many times worse than me, has gotten to the point where he can return to his hometown now, and he feels that he can grit his teeth and persist for a few more days.

As long as the heart is still beating, as long as you are alive, there is no reason to give up.

The world was still thriving when I got married.Three months after the marriage, the new crown was born and turned the whole world into a mess.

Everyone knows what happened next.

I can't go back to China, even when my child is so old, I just found out that I have an uncle whose name is Nan He.

I should have told him about it long ago, but every time I want to talk about it, there is always a bit of hesitation. According to this cycle, it should lead to an endless trend.

But I was writing something about my uncle the other day, and the little guy just walked in and asked me what I was doing.

I understand that this is the time.

Up to now, although my uncle and I have occasional fights, we have never blushed.

My uncle has always been my most loyal friend, most caring partner, and most beloved family member.

I walked out of the study, turned on the light and looked around, my eyes naturally fell on my son's face on the photo frame.

Just like a "bang", like a magician juggling.Suddenly, the scene of my [-]th grade quarrel with my uncle appeared in front of my eyes.

It's ridiculous, I even wrote a break-up letter at the time.

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Note 1: "Believe in the Future" from Index Finger