Chapter 29 short story buried

My uncle is seventy-three years old and lives not far from me.He was a tall, thin man with silver hair and seemed to be in good spirits.His eyes are very sharp, but his attention is a little out of focus.My uncle doesn't like to deal with people. He always hides when he sees me. He often thinks that I didn't see him, and he just slipped away, no matter at home or on the road.Seeing a man with a full head of white hair act like this, I always feel a little funny, but it's not easy to expose him, but after a long time, I get used to it. Uncle has not always been so perverse. I remember when I was seven or eight years old, he let me sit on his shoulders and "ride a high horse"!The years are ruthless, and no one knows what caused him to become like this.I heard from my aunt that in recent years, my uncle has developed a hobby, which is to always take out some small items in the house and give them away.Who was it sent to?Everyone can't guess.Uncle's social life was very limited, and he stopped interacting with others at all when he was old, but it was hard to say, because maybe he still had a secret friend somewhere.People live to be seventy-three years old, there must be some secrets.

As for the things he took away from home, they are usually not particularly valuable things, such as a teacup, a desk lamp, a pen, a flashlight, a history book, a pair of sheepskin shoes, etc. Wait, these things all have a common feature, that is, they are old.Uncle's "addiction" occurs every once in a while. When he takes things out of the house, he always looks solemn and uneasy. He quickly wraps things up, puts them in a straw bag, and goes out in a hurry Well, he thinks no one saw him (my uncle is a little nearsighted).If anyone mentioned the matter of him taking something, he would lose his temper, swear and swear, and firmly deny it.Since there was no major hindrance, my aunt didn't bother to ask about it.It wasn't until one day that her grandson told her that grandpa was wandering around the cemetery in the suburbs with that straw bag, that she started to really worry.My aunt thought, since he went to the cemetery instead of a friend's house, did he have an evil spirit?Could it be that some ghost wants these things from him?She is a superstitious woman, she really wants to find out about this, but she dare not ask her uncle, she knows his temper.

The conflict finally broke out. When I arrived at my aunt's house, my uncle had already left.My aunt cried to me and told me what happened at home.It turned out that two days ago, my uncle lost his head and gave away the gold watch he was wearing.This watch cost more than 1,000 yuan to buy, and he has only worn it for less than two years.When my aunt asked, at first he wanted to be vague, but then he couldn't hide it, so he yelled: "I lost it!" This sentence was like a thunderbolt, which almost caused my aunt to lose consciousness, and it took a long time to recover. , and then began to complain for a day and a night.The uncle's face was ashen, his white hair, which was usually neatly combed, became very messy, and there was a gloomy light in his eyes. He remained silent all the time.He left early the next morning with only a few changes of clothes and very little money.

"Where can he go?" My aunt asked, looking at me blankly. Yeah, I racked my brains and couldn't figure out where he could go, where was his secret friend?Where would he be if he had no friends?My aunt greatly regretted that she didn't realize the seriousness of the matter. She should have followed uncle to see what activities he was up to. She hadn't done so because of her own inertia.Now he's gone, a seventy-three-year-old man, not in good health, and doesn't bring much money, what will happen when he's living outside?The more my aunt thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she couldn't stop crying as she sat there.In the end, we discussed and discussed, and thought of our little grandson, and felt that only his words were a clue.When our little grandson came back from school, we asked him where he saw grandpa.

"Liudaokou." He said, "At that time, our school was on an outing in that area. Grandpa looked flustered. As soon as he saw us, he turned into the woods and disappeared soon. There are only dead people and graves in that kind of place. He What are you doing there?" I decided to go to Liudaokou to have a look, maybe I could find out about him.Although my uncle has been estranged from everyone for no reason over the years, I always remember sitting on his shoulders "riding a high horse" when I was a child.At that time, he was both dexterous and light, giving people an extremely safe feeling.So now even if he ignores me, I still miss him, not entirely for my aunt.Because in comparison, I used to like my uncle more. He must have his secrets when he ignores people.

On that holiday, I took a bus to Liudaokou.The cemetery is behind the grove, and there are almost no roads in the dense woods. It took me a long time to get out of the grove among the tangled branches.As soon as I got out of the woods, I saw an openness before my eyes. Countless tombstones were erected on the endless flat ground. Tombs of all kinds were next to each other, silent under the gloomy sky.What am I here for?I do not know either.I wandered through the cemetery, and I did find a freshly dug mud pit, but there was nothing in it.There is no place to shelter from wind and rain in this place, and of course my uncle will not stay here for a long time.

Somehow, I had a premonition on the way back, and I felt that my uncle had returned home.The cemetery, the tombstones, the newly dug mud pit, the smell of the earth... my mind leaped like a frog. I heard my aunt's laughter before I got to his house.The uncle sat in the room with his head down, with a large bag of things at his feet, and the skin of the bag was still stained with fresh dirt.My aunt was bending over to look through those things, chattering non-stop.Those things were exactly what my uncle had taken out of the house over the years, and they were all unrecognizable and broken.The uncle's expression was very tired, and he didn't even look at him.

"He's lost his gold watch," said my aunt, "and he threw it carelessly into the bag, and probably slipped out on the road. He's always been careless." My aunt looked very happy, and she no longer felt sorry for the gold watch.She thought that since my uncle had brought back everything he had taken out, it meant that his strange hobby had disappeared, and that although he lost a gold watch, he came back in good condition, which was more important than anything else. , so she is very happy. Uncle's hobbies have indeed disappeared, and he never takes anything out of the house, but his situation is not optimistic.On the surface, he is still the same as before, but in fact, he is getting more and more unreasonable in his heart.

When I went to his house, he never greeted me again, he didn't seem to recognize me at all, walked up and down in front of me, and only talked to my aunt.He does this not only to me, but also to his own son, daughter-in-law, and even his grandson.One day when I went to his house, I stood outside the door and heard him say inside: "Why does that kid keep staring at me? You said he went to the cemetery to look for me, it was just to satisfy his despicable curiosity. That guy has been like this since he was a child, and I have seen through him." I opened the door and went in. Uncle looked very embarrassed, bowed his head and said nothing.My aunt came back to her senses, pulled me to sit down, and asked some questions.At this time their son came back, he was a carefree man, he spoke casually.He whispered in my ear:

"Daddy said you took his gold watch, you're out of luck, hee hee!" My face turned pale, Huo Di stood up and was about to leave, but was held back by my aunt. "Don't take his word for it, who would? A crazy old man," she said. Soon the uncle kicked out his son's family.The aunt was crying, and the daughter-in-law stood at the door and swore that they would never enter the house again.The uncle rushed out, dropped the slipper on one foot, pointed at his son and daughter-in-law's nose and cursed, and said such ugly words as "a house thief is hard to guard against", he looked like an old rascal.

However, what is puzzling is that the uncle doesn't care about his property at all.He casually threw the fur coat his aunt bought for him into the bathtub, making it very dirty.He also put the tape recorder on the floor of the toilet, saying that he was listening to music, but then he forgot, turned on the tap, and let the tap water flush on the tape recorder. As a result, the tape recorder was scrapped.He told his aunt that he used to be so stupid that he took some things so important and carried a burden every day. When I went to his house, he came to shake my hand as if I were a first-time visitor. My aunt is aging rapidly, her eyes are empty, and her memory is getting worse.The furnishings in the house are a bit messy, covered with dust, and the desolate evening scene has been revealed, she seems to have resigned to her fate.She told me that if I had let my uncle take away the gold watch that time and hadn't quarreled with him, it would be much better now.She is a person who is often wise after the fact.He never made any plans for the future of his life, how could he win against someone as profound as his uncle?Speaking of this, she felt that she had slipped her mouth, and quickly added that she didn't want to fight her uncle, she never had that idea, she just wanted to protect him. "You said he dug a hole?" She asked me suddenly, a strange light flashed in her eyes. Before I could answer, she continued: "Think about it, after so many years, it takes a lot of courage to bury the things you have used one by one! I would rather he was like that, that's understandable. What's going on now? They dug them all up and threw them at home, they didn't care about anything, they turned their faces and didn't recognize anyone, and they kept messing around, like an old monster. How can a person live in this world like this? Tell me about it?" Her expression was extremely distressed, she was facing a great difficulty, but I could not comfort her, I could only keep silent. "Hello, Youth League member!" Uncle came over and said to me, his messy white hair stood up in a strange way. He's been calling me a youth member lately, and when I tell him I'm forty, he yells in surprise and says: "Is it really so fast? How time flies! Not long ago you were naked. I know your nature is hard to change. You come here to look at this and that, do you want to get something to go?" My aunt looked miserable, wishing that he would leave immediately, but he refused to leave.Instead, he dragged a chair and sat down opposite me, saying that he wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with me. "This guy," he said, patted me on the shoulder, "we have been neighbors for more than ten years, right? At that time, he ran around with his bare buttocks and was often beaten by me..." "He's your nephew." The aunt interrupted him coldly, "stop pretending." "You didn't hit me, on the contrary, you often let me ride a high horse on your shoulders, I like you very much." I looked into his eyes with contempt. "Nonsense! When did the two of you become one person? You speak exactly the same words. What are you discussing together? After all, you don't want to come here to do something!" He stood up angrily and walked away Went into the back room. "See, that's what he is, he made me ashamed!" Auntie cried again, and she peeked at what happened to uncle in the room over there. I said to my aunt that my uncle may be schizophrenic, and it is best to ask a doctor to take a look at him. Maybe he also has Alzheimer's disease or something. His behavior is so wrong that it is worrying.When I said this, I was not very confident. I wondered whether there was something wrong with me. Why must it be my uncle?My aunt stopped crying immediately after hearing my words, and her face became gloomy.Suddenly, she glanced at me, and that gaze made me tremble all over. "I'm leaving." I stood up and said awkwardly. My aunt didn't even look at me with a straight face. In the bottom of her heart she must think of me as a complete villain!I was dejected and made up my mind not to step into this place of right and wrong again.Yes, I have to get my uncle out of my mind, I don't want to play the clown anymore.Only then did I realize that my aunt had been exaggerating her emotions. This type of woman loves to do this, and she is satisfied by doing so. The two of them are really a natural pair. I still often meet my uncle on the street, and now he doesn't dodge at all, and just rushes straight past you without even looking at you.Sometimes I think, maybe his eyes are getting more and more short-sighted.But my aunt always avoids me when she sees me. I know she has a grudge against me.People are like this, if you want to do good things but attract people's resentment, it is better to be cold and indifferent from the beginning. One day, my uncle got into a fight with his son.The uncle grabbed his son by the chest, and the son pushed the old man far away. The uncle rushed up to slap him. The son didn't want to hurt him, so he ran away. Hair fluttering in the cold wind.Finally, he stopped, yelled curses, clenched his fists tightly, and raised and raised his son in the direction where his son ran away, just like an old hero.I heard from the onlookers that the son was just visiting as a courtesy and wanted to keep in touch with his parents, but my uncle refused to let him in and yelled that there were thieves at home.Later, the aunt opened the door, and the son entered the house, and the uncle pointed and scolded Huai at home again, picking quarrels and making troubles. The son was so angry that he rebuked him, so he picked up a stick and beat his son. Unexpectedly, he rushed to protect his son when he hit him. All three of them went crazy with anger, and the scene just now happened.During the fight, my uncle suffered a slight injury on his face. He lost his footing and hit the corner of the table. There was a lump on his forehead and some blood came out.As for my aunt, after being hit by my uncle's stick, her left leg was limping for many days. Just after I had made up my mind to ignore the affairs of my uncle’s house, I happened to pass through the woods once when I was going to the countryside, and I suddenly saw my uncle walking in front of me. He seemed to have fallen and his pants were stained. He was covered in mud, his hair was disheveled, and he looked old.He was walking into the woods, toward the cemetery.Out of curiosity, I sneaked up behind him. Uncle stopped and walked, seemed to be in deep thought, and seemed to be unable to make up his mind. He circled around among the tombs, and finally came to the pit I had seen before. I watched him from the edge of the forest, and I saw him digging down one after another, as if he was expanding the original hole.After digging for a while, he used a dustpan to pack the excavated soil and lifted it out of the pit. It was very hard work.His shoes were stuck in the mud, and his hands seemed to be blistered, because I saw him keep spitting in the palms of his hands.After working for a while, he was tired, climbed up from the pit, sat on a big rock and thought about his thoughts.A crow flew by in the sky, screaming "Wow-wow".Filled with pity, I went up to my uncle and put my hands on his shoulders.He trembled, turned around and saw me, with a contemptuous expression on his face, and said: "Ah, it's a member of the Youth League! You always don't let me go. This place is not far from home, but if you don't come here, you won't be able to go home. Hey, I was wrong. Those who can't go home are Another person, tell me, how about the size and style of this pit? Is it okay? You must be thinking in your heart, I am still pretending to show myself. I also know that this is not good and it is useless, but I can't change my old temper. Now that you've seen it, my show is over. Let's go." Along the way, my uncle complained about my aunt, saying that she caused him to come to this kind of place alone. Before, he stayed at home, but now he turned into a crow.The roots of everything had been planted long ago. At that time, not long after the son was born, the aunt immediately asked someone to buy a gold collar to put on the son's neck. The more he looked at the gold collar, the more he disliked it.One day, while taking his son out to play, he hid the gold collar, then secretly took it out and buried it in this pit.That time my aunt cried until her eyes turned into two bubbles.Since then, he often came to visit the cemetery, because he was worried that others would dig the hole and steal the collar.Later, he moved all the things buried in the pit back home, except for the collar, which he sold to a pawn shop on the way.If you don't blame her for this kind of thing, who should you blame?Uncle didn't say this to me, he was just talking to himself. "Because you have no one else to complain about," I reminded him. "You mind your own business! It's too early for you to say something like that!" He got angry. "Why do you keep following me?" Neighbors said that my uncle's house was no longer a home. It was filthy, things were thrown around, and the kitchen was full of unwashed dishes.Uncle also had a whimsical idea, raised a group of chickens in the kitchen, and didn't close it properly, making shit everywhere.My aunt is also getting more and more untidy. Sometimes she goes out without washing her face, her eyes are full of eye dropsy, and she uses her hands to pick the eye dropsy while talking with people, which completely changes her personality.The two of them got along pretty well, and they didn't seem to quarrel much. Sometimes, I see my uncle walking on the road to the suburbs, thinking about things while walking, and when I greet him, he will say that old saying: "Ah, it's a youth league member!" I thought to myself, when will his play last?Who is acting? I went to the cemetery again and saw that my uncle had dug quite a deep hole, that is to say, he has been digging all the time, he is really a hard worker.When I came home, my uncle's son stopped me, with a very passionate expression, and he drew with his hands: "The old rascal wants my mother to be buried with him, do you understand? My mother has been dragged down by him long ago, and she is almost dead! Now she can't even remember my appearance, let alone my grandson. I met on the road She, I call her mother, she shook her head with a cold face. What's the matter? Didn't that old rascal make her like this? I saw the old rascal whipping her with a broom once from the kitchen window. Those chickens, the chicken feathers are flying around! I also went to see that hole. He dug one person deep, and then widened it. Maybe he wanted to bury two people. He dug it when he was free. Jumping down, humming a song. His behavior is disgusting! He did it for us all to see, what is the point of him doing this? Tell me!" He stared at me, grabbed my arm and shook it . "It doesn't make sense." I had to answer him. I think that there are many meaningless things in this world. Since my uncle has become a demon, he will definitely do what he wants to do to the end, and no one can interfere with him.Besides, who can decide what is meaningful and what is not? My aunt's eyes are becoming less and less clear. It is obvious that she has developed cataracts, which may be caused by poor hygiene. Looking at her walking, you can tell that the world has become blurred in her eyes. . "Auntie, hello!" I said. "Are you still living here?" Her tone seemed to be accusing me, and I didn't know if she recognized me. Everyone knows about the uncle's digging, and his son may have told it.Everyone went to the cemetery to visit the pit, sighing in bewilderment.Soon the pit was filled with rainwater. Some people saw the uncle jumping down and standing in the neck-deep rainwater. It was very cold and he was shaking all the time. "He's having a cold bath, the ridiculous old man!" said the man. As a result, my uncle was ill for a month, and my aunt did not call a doctor, and instead used a kind of herbal medicine to decoct water for him to drink all day long.I heard that after drinking that medicine, my uncle's urine turned green. When I went to their house, they sat side by side on the edge of the bed, motionless, with expressions on their faces that seemed like they didn't recognize anyone.The smell in the house was disgusting and the chickens were flying around in the kitchen.I walked as lightly as I could, my shoes made a slight rubbing sound on the wooden floor, but the rubbing sound startled them both, uncle convulsed, aunt jumped up, chased me with a broom, pointed at me and cursed loudly : "Go away! You're killing him here! Don't you see? You're blind!" Her eyes were covered with clouds, she must not be able to see me clearly, only saw a shadow sneak into her house.I noticed that she didn't have any shoes on, maybe I couldn't find them all at once. I hurried out of my uncle's house, and when I heard my uncle's hoarse voice coming from the window, I stopped. "Is it a thief again? It doesn't matter, don't be angry with him, this kind of situation happens often, I am trying to adapt slowly. Some people think that the hole I dug is for themselves, and they are fooled, so I will not fight with you." Those people are buried together, I want to be cremated, it has been written in the will. Just now that guy was really blind, he clearly saw the two of us sitting in the house, and wanted to steal, I don’t know what was going on in his mind." Uncle pretended not to know what was going on in my mind, but in fact I didn't know what was going on in his mind. I chased after him desperately, but still couldn't catch up with his thoughts. 1996.1.29