My parents had just returned from autumn before my fifth birthday and told my grandparents that they would never leave, and that my mother was pregnant again, and it was already five months since she was pregnant.

Because I was not with my parents for a long time, I was not so close to my parents, and in my childhood heart, I felt that my uncle was very close to me like my father.

There are really good things in the family, and the second aunt will join the army after the Spring Festival. Junjun told me: My father is now the battalion commander, and he has more people than in our two villages, and he is also in charge of dozens of tanks and artillery.

When I was young, I imagined the battalion commander as a big leader, and I felt that the second brother-in-law must be commanding thousands of troops and horses, leading the steel torrent of tanks to charge into battle. I was very envious in my heart, and I would either pester my grandparents or my parents for a few days, and ask them to take me to Brother Junjun. My naïve idea was to touch a real gun and climb into a real tank, so that I would have a new braunting capital in front of my friends.

The adults almost all have the same prevarication: okay, okay, I'll take you there when I'm not busy. I couldn't help it, so I said: When my sister is older, I will take the two of you with me. Under the white lies of the adults, I was looking forward to my sister's birth and growth as soon as possible.

Both parents went to the cannery, and at first Qiangzi wanted his father to be his deputy, and his father said that he was not so capable, so he should do some specific work, saying that he had learned several techniques by working in the south in recent years, so Qiangzi asked his father to be responsible for the management of the equipment and workshops in the factory, and his mother became a product quality inspector, and the family was finally reunited.

I was always a child who was not willing to be lonely and mischievous, and when the weather was not too warm, the adults in the family went out to do their own work. Only me and my uncle were left in the courtyard, and my uncle sat there quietly, and I became the monkey who made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, and began to toss the courtyard as a Lingxiao Palace.

Today's game is to attack my grandmother's hen as an enemy.

Usually the hen clucks after laying eggs, I am always the first to run to the chicken coop, holding hot eggs to send to grandma, grandma smiled and praised me: "Good grandson, grandma didn't give you eggs in vain, I know to help grandma work." ”

My means of striking is to pick up pebbles or dirt on the ground and throw them at the running hens. I was not interested in the still hens, and when the hens didn't run, I chased them a few times, and then started to aim for the fastest 'shot'.

Wearing a thin padded jacket, I was sweating profusely after a while, and the hit rate of the 'cannonballs' was constantly improving. One of the largest and most cunning hens was never hit by me.

This time, it actually ran under my uncle's chair and looked at me with its sneaky corns, as if it was challenging me.

I picked up a pebble and threw it out without aiming at it. Due to the long swing of the arm, coupled with the young age and small arm strength, this shot completely lost the accuracy, and when the stone flew out of my little hand prematurely, I knew that it was crooked and it was flying towards my uncle's head!

I immediately covered my mouth with my dirty hands, so frightened that I didn't even have time to make a sound.

A strange scene happened in front of my eyes, I saw the uncle gently bow his head at the moment when the stone hit his head, as if he was sitting and dozing off, and the stone flew over against his scalp and hit the ground behind him.

I saw that the stone didn't hit the uncle, so I was still very concerned and ran over to check it, and said in my mouth: "Uncle, I didn't hit you." The uncle raised his head and still sat expressionlessly. I recalled the scene just now, and I still felt incredible when I was young, how could he hide from the fact that the stone was running to the uncle's head?

I thought curiously, I'll throw it again to see if Uncle can really dodge. Immediately ran back to the original place and picked up two stones, briefly aimed, and threw it at the uncle, this time I aimed at the uncle's body, and I didn't dare to aim at the head to throw it for fear that the uncle would not be able to dodge and really hit him. I'm still thinking about seeing how you're going to hide this time.

What stunned me was that not only did the uncle not hide this time, but sat there without moving, but used the jujube cane in his hand to wave in the air and accurately knock the stone to the ground.

I was in a daze, as if I didn't believe my eyes, and thought for a moment, and then the second 'cannonball' struck again!

The stone flew straight towards the uncle, but when he was about a meter away from the uncle, he hit the jujube cane head-on.

I was stunned to shoot down accurately! And the downed stones rolled far to the side and didn't bounce off the ground.

I excitedly ran to my uncle, dangled my little hand in front of my uncle's eyes, and shouted, "Uncle, have you seen it?"

The uncle still ignored it and asked several times without answering.

At this time, my grandmother entered the hospital. I happily ran to my grandmother, shouting, "Grandma, grandma, uncle has seen it!

Grandma smiled and replied, "Grandma is looking forward to that day too." ”

My grandmother touched my head, and I looked up at her and said, "Really, really!

There was a large pebble not far from my feet, about the size of a pigeon's egg, and I didn't even think about it, so I picked it up and threw it at my uncle.

This time it was the most accurate! and the most jaw-dropping!!

The pebble flew towards Uncle's head at a very fast speed, and based on my previous experience, I thought I would let Grandma see that Uncle deftly dodged or shot down the stone accurately to prove what I said Uncle saw. How I was looking forward to that magical scene being seen by my grandmother!

How cruel the reality is! Not only did the uncle not hide, but he still kept his posture motionless, I watched the most intimate contact between the stone and the uncle's forehead, and the moment the stone collided with the skull wrapped in a thin scalp, there was a crisp sound of "dong", and my grandmother's mouth also let out a loud cry of "oops".

When my grandmother ran to my uncle, I stood there in a daze, thinking to myself why didn't my uncle dodge? He could have hidden, but if he couldn't dodge, he could shoot down the stone with a cane.

Grandma quickly checked the uncle's injury, and didn't dare to rub it with her hands, but gently blew on the uncle's forehead with her mouth. There was a distressed expression on his face.

I saw that my uncle was suddenly struck because he was defenseless, and his reaction was a little slow, and then the sharp pain that followed made him close his eyes, frown, and raise his hand to touch the wound, but was stopped by my grandmother with her hand. With grandma's comfort, the uncle's frowning brows gradually relaxed, and the painful expression slowly returned to normal, and the wound on his forehead had begun to become red and swollen.

Grandma calmed me for a while, and saw that my uncle gradually regained his composure, so she rushed to me angrily, and said, "Why are you so naughty kid?" Before the words fell, grandma slapped my little ass hard.

"Uncle is usually so good to you, why are you willing to smash your uncle with a stone?" grandma yelled at me.

Although grandma's slap was heavy, and the buttocks were also hot, I didn't cry, and I was full of anger at this time. I walked up to my uncle and said loudly, "Why don't you hide? Why don't you beat me with a stick?"

When my grandmother heard this, she made a noise and said, "The child is talking nonsense, how can your uncle hide? You smashed the uncle, are you still reasonable? Why don't you comfort and comfort your uncle." ”

I still puffed out my cheeks and glared at the uncle with my eyes, although I didn't hear the uncle's answer, and I didn't see the uncle's expression change, but I watched the small bag on his forehead grow into an egg-sized bag little by little, and there was still a faint bloodshot distribution on the meat bag, it hurt to look at it, and I knew that the stone just now was too heavy.

Suddenly my anger disappeared, I just wanted to go up and let him hug me, go up to help him blow and comfort him, and suddenly found that the uncle's expression had changed, and the corners of the originally closed lips and mouth were extremely slightly raised at a slight angle, if it was someone else, I couldn't find this subtle change, but for me, who had been with him day and night for five years, grew up in his arms, touched his face every day, looked at his face, and made every line of skin on his face clear, how could I escape my eyes.

Yes, that's right, he's snickering!!

When I confirmed that he was snickering, tears of grievance filled my eyes, and then they slipped out. I didn't cry, I just stared at him silently and wept, thinking indignantly: "You obviously saw it, why did you let grandma beat me?"

I had my back to my grandmother, and when she saw me standing there looking at my uncle, she thought it was okay and went into the stove to cook.

At noon, my grandfather and my parents came back with their front and back feet, and my grandfather first discovered my abnormality, I was not as enthusiastic and noisy as he usually came back, and saw me sitting on the small bench with my head bowed sullenly, so he asked: "Why are you so well-behaved on the first day of junior high school today?"

Grandma happened to bring food to the uncle with a bowl, and said, "I also said that your precious grandson was angry with me, he hit Si'er on the head with a stone today, and I slapped him." ”

In fact, I don't feel angry with my grandmother at all, I'm angry with my uncle.

Grandma knew what was on my mind.

As soon as my parents heard this, they immediately walked up to my uncle, and my father rushed towards me after just one look.

The grandfather stopped his father and said, "What's the matter, do you want to slap the child again?"

The father said anxiously: "Dad, don't stop it, you see what he has done to the fourth brother? ”

Grandpa said, "If you beat him, he won't go up to the house to uncover the tiles? ”

After speaking, he stepped forward and pulled me to the uncle, came to the uncle, and saw the red and swollen egg-sized meat bun on the forehead at a glance, and the mouth was "tsk", and turned around and pulled off my pants to look at the little red buttocks that were no longer obvious, and said with a smile: "One smashed a bag on the head, and the other was beaten with a red buttocks, both of them were hurt, but today this thing must be your naughty trouble, the uncle is good to you on weekdays, and you are not allowed to bully the uncle in the future, do you hear?"

I didn't answer with my mouth, I just nodded. Grandpa said, "Then let's eat." ”

After dinner in the evening, my mother called me to their house, my mother held her big belly, touched my head with one hand and said: "You are almost six years old on the first day of junior high school, you should understand something, do you know that you and your uncle are the meat of your grandmother's heart, your father said that your uncle has not been wronged again since he got sick, and he has not been slapped even the lightest, you still smashed your uncle so badly today, grandma should beat you, tell your mother, you didn't deliberately hit your uncle today, right?"

I raised my head and just wanted to justify today's truth, when I saw my mother's smiling and gentle face, and her eyes blinked a few times, although I didn't understand that my mother asked this for my good, and didn't let me make my father angry anymore, I still followed my mother's meaning and said: "Mom, I didn't deliberately hit my uncle, I smashed the chicken crookedly." ”

When my mother came back, she didn't let me call her mother and started teaching me Mandarin little by little, although her Mandarin was not very standard.

When my father heard this, he warned me with majesty: "In the future, you are not allowed to mess around in the yard, you can't smash anyone, this is the first and last time, you have firmly remembered it for me." ”

That night, for the first time, I didn't let my uncle hold me to sleep, and I watched TV in my grandmother's house and fell asleep leaning on my grandfather in a daze.