At noon one day half a month later, Dad's uncle came from Lao Zhuangzi and brought a thunderbolt news on a sunny day.

The third uncle, Wang Shizhong, committed suicide in the morning and drank half a catty of dichlorvos, and he died on the spot.

The rice bowl that Dad was holding in his hand fell to the ground in one fell swoop.

"Uncle, you won't come to lie to us, will you?

Dad Wang Shichuan asked the uncle who reported the funeral with a stiff smile, he didn't believe that the third child who was about to get married would suddenly disappear.

"Second son! Your uncle and I are not old and confused, how can we make such a joke! My poor third nephew! Shizhong!"

Before the uncle finished speaking, he was already sitting on the threshold and burst into tears.

Dachengzi can still remember that his father's face was pale, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he fell down to the back of the bench with his head raised.

The mother on the side wanted to reach out to help him, but she didn't hold on.

How to walk back to the old Zhuangzi back then, Wang Jiacheng can't remember anymore.

The pathos of the relatives of the entire family shouted from heaven and earth became the shadow of his life.

On an early autumn afternoon, the sky was gloomy, and the grandmother's hair was all white, and she was still crying for her short-lived young son, but there were no tears.

Daddy sat numbly in the corner with a dry cigarette in his hand, and became mute sadly.

Seeing the third uncle lying on the poplar plank, he hadn't changed his clothes yet, and he hadn't been buried.

Mother, aunt, cousin Mao Ya and aunt who was burning paper cried together.

The grief-stricken uncle banged his head against the wall, his face was covered in blood, and the two cousins couldn't stop it.

The powerless peasant families are the children of the "rightist" untouchables, and they have nowhere to appeal if they have grievances, and they cannot rise to the occasion.

What other way is there to grab the ground with your head!

Only Dad calmed down and greeted the neighbors who came to mourn.

The fathers and villagers of the entire production team did not go to work, and came to see off the third uncle Wang Shizhong for the last time.

They don't have so much class consciousness, they only know that the third son of the old Wang family is a good offspring.

Hardworking and loyal, enthusiastic, and a talented person, it's a pity to die like this.

The parents of the You family, who tear up the marriage contract and dislike the poor and love the rich, are out-and-out bastards.

It turned out that although the second girl of the You family liked the third uncle of Chengzi, her parents thought that the Wang family was not good, and they had privately married her to the son of the brigade cadre.

asked the third uncle Wang Shizhong to take out a bride price of 200 yuan, which was actually framing him.

They didn't believe that the impoverished Wang family could make up such a huge sum of money in a short period of time.

The position of the second girl of the You family was not firm, and at the last moment, she obeyed the arrangement of her parents and left the poor third uncle in the middle of the road.

The third uncle couldn't turn around in a hurry, so he chose this cruel point of no return.

After growing up, Wang Jiacheng often reminisced about the tragic life of his third uncle.

He felt that what really killed his uncle Wang Shizhong was the class solidification of an era.

And the repentance of the second girl of the You family was just the last straw that crushed him.

At that time, if it were not for the fundamental institutional changes such as the reform and opening up, the children of the "land rich and the bad right" would have no future.

No matter how industrious, intelligent, capable, and kind to others they are, the original sin of their family origin will make them never rise out, and they will be trampled under the feet of the god of doom forever.

In the face of the great era, every individual is a speck of dust.

confronted the entire system, and the final outcome was all bruised and ended in tragedy.

Therefore, the choice of the You family is not at fault, they are also in pursuit of a lifetime of happiness.

The third uncle of Chengzi seems to be optimistic and arrogant, but in fact he is likely to be an extremely pessimistic person, and he has long since succumbed to the times.

put all his life on love and marriage with the second girl of the You family.

If this string is also broken, he will feel that life is meaningless anymore, and death is the best choice.

Nowadays, the term class solidification is once again being brought up.

The existing resources of the entire society have been almost distributed, and the life path of the low-level commoners and the children of peasant families is getting narrower and narrower.

This is a social phenomenon that is very alarming.

The dynastic changes and social orders of the past dynasties are all a cruel correction to the solidification of the original class.

A day later, the third uncle Wang Shizhong was gone, and he became a pile of lonely graves on a mass grave on the hillside.

After returning to the oil mill production team, the days will go on.

Mom and Dad would go to work in the production team during the day, and only at night would poor Dad wander the fields outside the village like a lonely ghost.

Under the boundless night, a big man cried out in his heart, and he didn't want people to see and hear, such a sorrow really made the sun and the moon dull!

At this time, the only one who can comfort him is his mother Weilan.

She used the tenderness and courage characteristic of a peasant woman to comfort and encourage her desperate and sad husband.

"Sekawa, people can't be resurrected after death, so don't be too sad. You still have this home, and my mother. In the future, whether you are fleeing the famine and asking for food, whether you are dead or alive, we will follow you. ”

This is an uneducated peasant woman with the most simple and affectionate commitment to her husband.

It means that no matter whether they are poor or rich in the future, living or dying, they will hold each other's hands, face them together, and go on together.

Much like the vows a wife takes to her husband in a Christian wedding: to be with God honestly and according to God's will, to obey Him, to cherish her, to comfort Him, to respect Him, to protect Him, and to leave the world.

Eastern and Western civilizations are different, but they all regard marriage as a kind of responsibility, a promise of life and death, and they are willing to win the heart of one person and never separate.

In today's materialistic world, the mystery and sacredness of marriage, and the spirit of sacrifice contained in marriage, have been diluted.

I don't know if this is progress or a degradation.

But the consequence of this is the prevalence of celibacy and Dinkism.

Nowadays, young people are less willing to get married, and they don't want to have children much after marriage.

Among all living beings, 99.99% are ordinary people, including you and me.

In the end, people have spent all their lives trying and struggling to find that the greatest meaning is not to save the galaxy, not to save and transform the world, but to have children and reproduce.

Like monkeys and gorillas in the forest, this is a primitive attribute in human genes.

In addition to my father and uncle, the one who loves to cry the most now is my cousin Mao Ya.

She cried for the flower clothes given by her third uncle, and cried for the relatives who called her a fat girl every time they met, and she would never come back.

Dachengzi has not yet opened his mind, and he does not know the suffering of the world, but he also has troubles.

There was no laughter at home, and there was no joy on his parents' faces, which made him feel extremely depressed.

He began to be like a gang and a dog who was always beaten, and he didn't want to go home every day when he went out.

Every time, it was the mother with a big belly who came to the village and called him hoarsely, so that this ignorant child was summoned.

A month later, her mother gave birth to a younger brother to Dachengzi, nicknamed Wangzi, and later his scientific name was Wang Jiawang.

It was all given by the father, and together with the elder brother Wang Jiacheng, it means that the career is successful and the family business is prosperous.

Entrusts a farmer with a beautiful pursuit of future life.

Father Wang Shichuan said that Xiao Wangzi and his third uncle Wang Shizhong are very fateful.

As soon as the third uncle's front foot left, this little baby came to their old Wang's house.

So my father proposed to my father and grandmother that Xiao Wangzi be passed on to the third uncle who passed away.

Let the poor third child have a descendant who can burn paper in front of the grave in the future.

This proposal was approved by the whole family, and the birth of his younger brother Wangzi also brought long-lost joy to the whole family.

The deceased is gone, and the living have to move forward, isn't this life!

Later, I heard my aunt Yingzi say that throughout that winter, every sunny afternoon, there would always be a colorful butterfly stopping and circling in the yard of my grandmother's house.

There is an ancient legend in the Jianghuai countryside that the deceased will transform into butterflies before they die.

The colored butterflies are young people, and the black butterflies are old people who have passed away.

This legend is a bit similar to the classic Chinese folk love story "Liang Zhu".

How poignant and romantic it should be to transform into a butterfly and fly with wings!

Si'er's crazy grandmother, every time she sees Caidie, she believes that her third son has come home.

"But the dead ghost Shizhong, if yes, just stop on my mother's shoulder for a while. ”

Once, my grandmother asked about butterflies flying under the eaves.

The butterfly seemed to understand human speech, and it really stopped on Grandma's shoulder, and Grandma reached out to pet it and was reluctant to fly away.

From then on, the poor grandmother was finally relieved.

It is believed that her dead son has been reincarnated and gone to a good family, and will no longer be subject to the sins of this life.

And the enigmatic butterfly has disappeared since then and has never returned.