At eleven o'clock in the evening, my uncle finally walked home alone. His wandering day had passed, and he was finally going home. At this time, he remembered Dabao, and he remembered that Dabao was waiting for him at his house! How could they sleep this night? Could it be that their father and son slept in the same bed? No, the uncle categorically rejected this plan, and he could not sleep in the same bed with Dabao under any circumstances. Of course, he couldn't sleep in the same bed with anyone anyway, he added in his heart. At this time, he began to seriously consider how to arrange Dabao. Once he remembered that he had to find a job for Dabao in the provincial capital, he felt upset for a while, and he decided to discuss with the iron mine and arrange an easy job for Dabao. When he returned home, Dabao had not yet slept, opened the door for him, and then flashed aside. He said, "Dabao, you can sleep on the sofa in the living room." Dabao didn't say anything, so he hugged Dabao and gave him a pillow quilt. And he said, "Dabao, go and wash." Dabao said, "Wash first." He didn't push back, washed up and went straight to bed, and when he entered the bedroom door, he considered whether to lock the door. He thought that he would not sleep well if he did not lock the door, but he felt that it would be too much to lock the door, so he did not lock it. After he lay down under the covers, he realized that he had been tired and nervous all over the day, and his bones ached. He also felt that the time of this night was very precious, he could not face Dabao, he could be alone. He was afraid that it would soon be dawn, and he felt that the time of the night was running out. Thinking of this, he was nervous and troubled again. He heard Dabao enter the bathroom, and there was the sound of releasing water. Dabao stayed in the bathroom for a long time before coming out. The next morning, when my uncle went to the toilet, he smelled the smell of inferior cigarettes in the toilet. This night, father and son spent the night under the same roof, and they lived peacefully together.

The next morning, the uncle told Dabao the results of his deliberations yesterday, meaning to let him go back to the iron mines, of course, this time to find a light thing to do. Unexpectedly, Dabao said very resolutely that he would not go to the mine. The uncle couldn't help but be stunned, paused for a while, and said: Iron ore is a large enterprise, national-level, and the possibility of turning positive in the future will be relatively large. But Dabao still said that he would not go to the mine. The uncle was a little annoyed and asked why he didn't go. Dabao said: Good horses don't eat back grass. The uncle laughed again, and said, "What kind of reason is this!" But Dabao is very resolute. The uncle was extremely shocked to discover that Dabao had his own will, although this will was absurd, and brought with it the stubbornness of the villagers' short-sightedness. This made the uncle understand that no matter how much he said, it was invalid. He was a little angry, and with a flick of his hand, he walked out of the house and wandered around the street. Actually, the uncle didn't have to return to the iron ore mine, and this was not something he could get back if he wanted to call Dabao back, this was just the first of many attempts, and the uncle didn't have to insist too much. However, as soon as Dabao stubbornly refused, the uncle suddenly felt that Dabao had to go to the iron mine; the uncle felt that if Dabao did not go to the iron mine, there would be no second way out; and if Dabao had no way out, he could only wander the streets, and he would have no way out. For a time, the iron mine became the way out for the two generations of Uncle and Dabao, and if Dabao did not go to the iron mine, the lives of both generations would be ruined. He walked down the street angrily, wondering where he was going. Thinking about it, he went to the house of another friend among us. Later, we imagined that if our friend had not gone out that day, but had stayed at home, and had a very happy day like the day before, until the evening, perhaps his anger had subsided, and his mind had changed, and things would have been different. However, our friend went out early in the morning. He never got up in the evening to start his day. But on this day, he went out early in the morning to buy a T-shirt for a very boring thing. He somehow remembered to go buy a T-shirt, but it was far from the season to wear a T-shirt. The uncle touched the lock and had to go back to the street. The lock made him very depressed, and he thought that his life had been messed up by Dabao, and he thought that because of Dabao's arrival, he could only live such a miserable life, such a life of exile. Suddenly, he turned around and walked back. As soon as he entered the door, he told Dabao that he still had to go to the mine. Dabao still said no. Uncle didn't expect Dabao to be so difficult to deal with, he was filled with a sense of defeat in his heart, and the opponent who defeated him was an opponent he didn't pay attention to at all, which added another layer of anger to him. He said to Dabao: He does not ask for help, for his Dabao has made an exception, he Dabao should no longer make excessive demands, he does not owe him anything, it is he himself who has not been admitted to the university to cause this series of troubles, he has fulfilled his responsibilities to him enough, he should not hinder him anymore, and he is now very obstructive to him, he can no longer write at home, and the unit gives him this house, not only for his life, but also for his work, but now he can no longer work. Uncle suddenly became very trivial, very instigating, like a girl. He babbled on and on on and on for a long time. Then, Dabao stood up and walked out. This day was spent by Dabao on the street. But this did not bring his uncle's peace, he became even more annoyed. When he was arguing, his opponent suddenly ran away, which made him have no place to vent his anger. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked around the three rooms like a sleepy beast, and he thought: Dabao, you are gone, can you still not come? He thought: Dabao, it is better if you don't come if you don't come! He also thought: Dabao, if you don't come, I will convince you! On this day, he did not write a word at home, and he was in a very bad mood. In the afternoon, one of the girls he loved came to see him, but he was in such a bad mood that nothing could be done. After the girl left, the uncle thought, what else can he do? At this time, he found that Dabao had turned the foundation of his life upside down, and he thought: How can a young man in Dabao have such great destructive power? He thought: Dabao's matter must be solved as soon as possible, and this is urgent. So, he waited for Dabao to come back so that he could have another round of arguments with him. But Dabao did not return for a long time. My uncle's wait became more and more impatient. He thought, "Dabao, you didn't come to fight against me because you were absent from court!" After twelve o'clock in the night, Dabao came back, and his uncle was already asleep. Dabao saw the note that his uncle had left for him, which said: Dabao you must go to the iron mine, this is the only thing I can do for you, otherwise you will go back to your mother! This night, father and son spent the night under the same roof, and they spent it peacefully together.

On the third day, Uncle and Dabao did not have breakfast, they did not get up until noon, and Uncle was nervously planning how to speak to Dabao again, but Dabao spoke to him first, and he asked Uncle for a few pocket money. His request made the uncle obviously feel the sense of challenge, and he said coldly: What do you want money for? Buy cigarettes? At that time, Dabao did not speak again, and his uncle did not take out a penny to him. The two were in each room until it was dark, when they met again in the kitchen. Dabao still said that he wanted a few yuan of pocket money. The uncle found out about Dabao's stubbornness, and the uncle's stubbornness also came up, and he said no. The two of them hastily got some food to eat, and then went to their own room, and never spoke again. The third day also passed.

We imagined Dabao's mood after it happened. As Dabao himself said later: he was originally unwilling to come to his father's place, he was not close to his father, and his father was a "big celebrity" - this is Dabao's original words, but his mother insisted that Dabao go to the provincial capital, and in order to be afraid that Dabao would return, she adopted the method of cutting off Dabao's back road, she did not give Dabao a dollar, but only let Dabao go to his father to ask for it. She knew that Dabao was a cowardly child, and if he didn't, he might have run back the next day. Dabao came to his father in the situation of fighting against the water. He had been at the train station for three hours before he raised his hand and knocked on his father's door. The train arrived in the middle of the night, and it was not appropriate for him to knock on his father's door in the middle of the night, so he sat and waited for the morning to come. While waiting for the dawn, he was at a loss, unaware of the prospect of the trip. He couldn't think of what his father would do to him, and he couldn't think of how anyone could have a father, and if it weren't for him, his mother wouldn't have kicked him out. He thought that he was kicked out like this by his mother because he had a father. And he was accustomed to obeying his mother. He knew that his mother was the only one in the world who loved him. What about the father? Yes and no, it's the same. So he couldn't oppose his mother, and that's why he had a prejudice against his father when he didn't see him. After dawn, he walked slowly down the street, procrastinating to see his father. He thought that what did this city have to do with him, that it was so big, that it was so big, that he had come to this horribly big city to find his father. For a moment he felt like a homeless wanderer who had to go to his father. The moment he met his father made him embarrassed and nervous. After morning tea that day, my father asked him to go home by himself, but in fact he had forgotten where his home was, and the address was left at home, not with him. Due to his nervousness, he even forgot the way he came. But he didn't open his mouth to his father, he just walked away with a vague memory. The unit house where my father lived was a house with dozens of buildings, standing in several rows with uniform faces. He made many mistakes, using the key to open someone's door, risking being taken as a thief. Later, he finally found his father's house, and when he entered the room, he almost collapsed. He spent a day alone at his father's house, without food or drink. Although my father called him at noon and asked him to go out to eat or cook it himself at home. He has no money to eat when he goes out, he doesn't know how to get gas when he eats at home, and he doesn't know the location of pots and spoons, and he doesn't dare to touch his father's things casually. And he didn't feel hungry, he just wanted to smoke. Cigarette rolls are Dabao's only partner. He couldn't remember exactly when he made this partner, with it, Dabao had comfort, guidance, and a bottom in his heart about what he did. When he was at home, his mother wouldn't let him suck, so he secretly sucked. Later, when he came to the mine, no one was in charge, and there was no one in the mine who didn't smoke, so he let go of smoking, and his addiction became great. When I go back home, I can't hide it. Anyway, he didn't suck in front of his mother, and he sucked again when he got behind his mother's back. And his mother saw the sallow cigarette oil marks on his fingers, and knew that he couldn't quit, so she opened her eyes and closed her eyes and left him. Gradually, he had no food, but no smoke. He spent the day smoking. At night, he hardly slept on his father's couch, and he wondered how he would spend the rest of his life after that, and how his father planned to place him, and how he would send him. The more he thought about his illness, the more desperate he became, and he lay down on the narrow sofa, not daring to turn over, for fear of crushing his father's sofa, so it was dawn. It's been two nights without a good night's sleep. Early the next morning, my father said that if he asked him to go back to the iron mine, it would be against Dabao's principle of being a man. Although he has been humble like a weed on the side of the road for twenty years, he also has principles, and this principle is also easy to violate. When his father went out and came back again, and asked him to go to the iron mine again, he could be said to have some grief and anger in his heart. He thought that his mother had to ask him to come to his father, who he had reluctantly come to, and that his father had to go to the iron mine that he had not willingly to, and that he had no way out. Later, he went out into the streets, wandered around the streets, and finally came to the train station. He wanted to go back to his mother very much, but he had no money, and he stopped smoking. The brain is groggy and hungry. He began to hate his father in his heart, and he thought that his father lived in three rooms alone, and slept in the bed that the bride slept in, and used such a high-class bed, that he could not even be named. He thought that his father was doing so well, but he could only sit in the train station, and Dabao couldn't help but cry. In this way, Dabao spent his second day of starvation in the train station. On the third day, Dabao couldn't support it anymore, and his body and mind were on the verge of collapse. He desperately needed cigarettes to keep his composure. Dabao, who was cowardly by nature, asked his father for money. There was a faint and even more cowardly thought in his heart, that is, if his father gave him money, he might compromise and agree to go back to the iron mines. He secretly made a deal with cigarettes and principles in his heart. But his father rejected the deal, and there was no room for negotiation, and Dabao was really desperate. This was the third day Dabao spent at his father's house.

On the morning of the fourth day, just after breakfast, I heard a knock on the door. Dabao didn't plan to open the door, because he knew that no one was looking for him, but as soon as his uncle entered the toilet, the door knocked again, and Dabao had to open the door. But I saw a girl standing at the door, with a very slender figure, a white face, and black eyes. Dabao lowered his head, not daring to look at her. She looked at Dabao curiously, she came in, and when she passed by Dabao, she gently rubbed her shoulder on Dabao's chest. The girl herself ran into her uncle's bedroom and looked to the left and right in the large mirror. Dabao sat in the living room opposite, peering at her through the half-open door. After a while, the uncle came out of the toilet, entered the bedroom, closed the door, and Dabao could not see anything. The door to my uncle's room was kept closed all morning, and there was occasional sound of talking and laughter. Dabao sat in the living room outside the door and sat all morning. I thought: this girl whom my uncle loved came at this time, and she should be responsible for what happened in the future. This stimulated Dabao to some extent and made Dabao's mood go crazy. Dabao, who has grown up and listened to many obscene stories between men and women in the mine, must have had a lot of speculation about the scene in the bedroom. Starting from these speculations, Dabao will also have many questions. He thought, "But my father did that with a girl of his own size behind closed doors?" He thought, "Whose girl is that girl?" And then he would think that his great treasure had never touched the girl's side! What a world of difference between the lives of the two generations of father and son! At noon, the door of his father's room finally opened, and the girl came out, and as she walked through the living room, she glanced at the big treasure. Dabao saw a layer of contempt in his eyes, which made him ashamed of himself. He spent the whole afternoon in this state of self-shame. He was ashamed of everything his father had done, and he felt like a flower child, sitting here day after day, night after night, and still having no money to buy cigarettes. Dabao's mood began to become agitated, but his uncle was unaware.

The uncle decided to resort to the Cold War to bring Dabao to its knees. He thought that if he gave in once, there would be a second concession, he would compromise step by step, and Dabao would push step by step. He had calmed down and, with patience, decided to fight a long battle. He decided to live in this house as before, with or without a big treasure. He reads, writes, and receives girls as usual, and only then can he finally win this protracted battle. Whenever he came out of his room and saw a big treasure sitting in the living room, he felt that this big treasure was not a big treasure, but a weapon and a symbol used by his past women to blackmail him. The woman of his past tried to blackmail him with the relics of his past life, and he would not allow her to succeed. So he was more dashing, going in and out, sometimes whistling. He didn't notice that danger was creeping over him, that he was already in danger, and he didn't notice it at all, and walked around on his own.

Uncle's tactics of deliberately snubbing Dabao have been noticed by Dabao. He thought excitedly: Why didn't he come to talk to me, when will he come and talk to me again? He waited for his father to come and talk to him, and he was in a commotion with waiting, and his hands and feet were cold and trembling slightly. He was like a little beast in a trap, and no one came to save him. Once or twice when my uncle entered the house without closing the door closely, he saw through the crack in the door his uncle leaning on the pink, ruffled bride's bed, leisurely reading a book. The manic mood gradually rose, and he felt that this father was no longer a father, but the nemesis of his great treasure. His great treasure's nemesis is ridiculing him! His great treasure has been ridiculed for more than 20 years, and he has not received any compensation so far. Danger is coming. Dabao had a premonition of this danger, but unfortunately his mind could not decipher this dangerous premonition. His hands and feet trembled, but a strange smile appeared on his face.

If Dabao's mother was present, she would have noticed that both father and son had the characteristic of smiling in moments of despair. I don't know what kind of inheritance comes from, at such a moment, their father and son have a strikingly similar face.

At this time, no one realizes that danger is coming. They even had a lunch and a dinner together. Then, it was dark. The uncle turned on the TV, and the father and son sat in a corner watching TV. As the TV program went on one after another, Dabao suddenly and anxiously thought: When will he tell me about work? He feels that he will not be able to endure tomorrow, because there is still a long night between today and tomorrow, and he will not be able to endure it. But he couldn't say it himself, Dabao felt that he couldn't rob his father first, he had to wait. When the final show of the TV was over, the word "goodbye" appeared on the screen, and the uncle stood up lazily, turned off the TV, and went to his room. Dabao thought desperately: he would never talk to himself about work again, he thought that his wait would not come to fruition, and the last chance had passed. In the end, what stimulated Dabao's hatred for his father was the sound of his father's teeth brushing in the washroom. The toothbrush rings crisply in the rich foam for a very long time. Dabao stood up, walked to the kitchen, turned on the light, and looked around, for a long time he didn't understand what he was looking for. Later, when his eyes inadvertently fell on the object he was looking for, he understood. He took what he was looking for in his hands, tucked it under his clothes, returned to the living room couch where he had lived day and night, and turned off the lights.

Dabao lay in the dark, waiting for his uncle to fall asleep. He thought he had waited a long time, he thought that the night had passed most of his waiting, that the hour of dawn was coming, that it was the time when everyone had fallen asleep, and he quietly stood up, clutching the thing in his hand, which had been warmed by his body. His heart suddenly became relaxed, even a little happy, as if the long wait was finally coming true. He walked softly down the hallway to his uncle's bedroom door. He stopped, then took off his shoes, which made his steps as light as a cat's. He pushed the door open, only to be dazzled by the light inside. He didn't expect that the lights were still on in the room at this time, and his father was standing by the bed, arranging his pillows, ready to go to bed. When he turned his head and opened his mouth in a little shock, looking at Dabao, the cool breath of toothpaste in his mouth emanated into the air. Dabao raised the object in his hand towards his uncle, it was a knife, the stainless steel blade surface shimmered white under the electric lamp. With this roar, Dabao's mind seemed to clear up at once, and he instantly understood that all the hardships he had suffered since he was a child actually originated from this man. He is so unhappy, he is so depressed, and he is so desperate, all because of this man. This man is all right now, but he is still suffering, how depressed he is! He has no job, no future, no money to buy cigarettes, he has lost his healthy body, all because of this man. He swung the knife at the man, who avoided it and grabbed his wrist with one hand.

The uncle shook Dabao's wrist, and a thought arose in his heart: this child was going to kill him. The uncle saw the child's blood-red eyes with hatred, and he thought: Many children love him and are honored to see him, but this child wants to kill him. When the uncle saw the child's thin face, he twitched and squinted his eyes, and his two huge nostrils were furrowed one by one, and his mouth spit out a foul smell of rancidity, and he thought with great sorrow: This is his son, and how ugly his son is! And this ugliness is familiar to him, and he is unforgettable, and he seems to see his own shadow behind this ugly face, and when he sees this ugly face, it is as if he sees himself. Uncle couldn't bear to look away, gritting his teeth in order to concentrate all the strength of his body on his wrist.

Dabao twisted his body to break free of his wrist, and his wrist twisted like a snake in his father's big hand, and the big knife that cut the watermelon was thrown around, flashing with light. They were in a stalemate for a long time, and both sides consumed physical strength and patience. The feeling of exhaustion seemed to infuriate Dabao even more, and he struggled violently, and his uncle was so defenseless that he broke away from his hand, and then he desperately slashed at his uncle horizontally, vertically, and once on his arm, and bled out, and the blood dripped on the carpet, and in a blink of an eye turned into a brown spot like soy sauce. The moment of dripping blood suddenly reminded my uncle of the scene of Dabao's birth: a fiery red sunset was falling, the blood dissolved, and the boy croaked to the ground. Blood rushed to the uncle's head, and the uncle was furious. He was a little desperate, and threw his arm at Dabao, who was hit the head and face several times, and his nose was bleeding. The uncle's awe-inspiring momentum overwhelmed Dabao, and Dabao's rage gradually subsided due to venting, he softened, and the knife fell to the ground, and then he grinned and cried, and the nosebleed flowed into his mouth. Like a hero, the uncle tore off the sleeve of a pajama and bandaged the wound on his arm, and Dabao's cry made him disgusted and pity. The uncle, who had broken one of his arms, was very chivalrous, but he remembered for a moment that he had defeated his son. So he fell into decay. What hope will the father have for defeating his son? Could this be his son? he asked himself. Dabao curled up on the ground, snot, nosebleeds, and tears stained the carpet in front of him. The uncle suddenly saw his former self, and his former self walked past him, and he thought: all the lowly, indecent, trivial, and humiliating scenes in his life are all concentrated on this great treasure. This big treasure is now eyeing him, he can't escape, he can't hide from the first day of junior high school, he can't hide from the fifteenth day! This night, my uncle suddenly grew a lot older, and he added a lot of gray hair. He spent the night in the past, which was unbearable to look back on, and the memories exhausted him. Uncle thought more than once: he will never be happy again. He had a life like a dog, and could he still live with the pride of a man? He thought that this life of pigs, dogs, and insects and ants could not be destroyed, and that this life had become a living thing, and was shrinking in the corner of his house, and this was the Great Treasure. The hour of dawn came very slowly, and my uncle wondered if he was too serious and should have some game spirit, but who would accompany me to play the game?

On this night, we all slept in our respective homes, and our sleep was very sweet, and the stars were changing in our sleep. We all had our own problems, some in storytelling, some in love, and we all suffered some frustrations. During the day, we are frustrated, and at night, we sleep. We even blur the line between setbacks and smoothness, making it easy to bear. We have reversed these two diametrically opposed concepts in order to keep the darkness through sleep. We don't do this out of lessons from experience, but just laziness. But my uncle can't survive this night, and my uncle can't survive this night no matter how much he treks. The uncle is the last serious intellectual in the world, and the task of saving the child falls on the shoulders of the uncle.

The uncle became gray-haired overnight, and he thought, he could not be happy anymore, he thought, happiness, it is a matter of generations, dozens of generations, and he has no hope. A trampled soul cannot be happy, not to mention that his trampled fate extends to the child. The scene of the father and son fighting forever stayed in front of the uncle's eyes, and it was tragic. If the child doesn't make you happy, will you be happy? The uncle said to himself: If the child does not promise to make you happy, you have no right to be happy! The uncle said to himself: The child is crying! The uncle's history of several decades has gone through in the sound of the child's crying, and he hates the child! But the child lives longer than him.

We only vaguely knew it long after the night had passed. Uncle was silent about this, but as the saying goes, there is no impermeable wall in the world, and gradually, we will know. Let's all imagine this scene together, you and I, and imagine it as a majestic picture in the style of Hamlet, and we say that it is a thrilling tragedy. We have become accustomed to treating the world and people with an aesthetic attitude, and the world and people exist for our aesthetics, providing us with material for storytelling. Life is just an experience for us, so all problems are solved, and nothing is difficult for us. Everything we do is for the sake of taste, and we treat life as a feast. Our life is quite like a drill, the smoke of the practice bombs fills the sky, we charge into battle, wave the flag and shout, but absolutely safe. This kind of simulated war allows us to greatly enjoy the thrill of sacrifice and glory, enriching our experience. However, we do not know that our combat effectiveness, our reflex acumen, our on-the-spot judgment are quietly weakened in this simulated war. When danger does come, we don't know anything. We also imagine the world according to our wishes, which are often based on an aesthetic requirement. Uncle's real night was not understood by us for a long time, and it was very far away from us. But new epigrams from my uncle about his discovery of the truth of fate are circulating among us. One day, in my life, there was an accident that changed my view of my destiny, and my mood coincided with that of my uncle. Although this accident was not large, it was beyond the scope of my experience, it formed part of my personal experience, and I felt that my previous life was unreal.

Why did this accident resist my usual spirit of play, and stir up a real reflection in my heart? It was probably because the accident was really related to me personally, and the previous accidents were only related to other people. We are a very selfish generation, and only the ego is in us. Our spirit of play is actually based on individualism, whether it is to save children or adults, it is impossible for us to arouse a sense of responsibility and take it seriously. It is only when we actually encounter an accident, even a very small accident, that it touches us, and at this time, we become very fragile and vulnerable, and our lack of practical training has degraded greatly. How few accidents in this world really have a relationship with us, others love us but we don't love others, others hate us, we don't hate others. And I happened to have a lucky and unfortunate encounter. At this time, my uncle's story attracted me, and I felt that my personal accident provided me with a psychological basis for interpreting my uncle's story, and because my uncle's story was more profound and far-reaching than my accident, and he gave my accident a noble historical symbol, which could make me bear my accident with pride, and satisfy my vanity in acting out a classical tragedy. That's what we storytellers live by. We storytellers can't get rid of the attraction of that virtual world, and the virtual world is always beckoning to us. We always seek profundity and hate shallowness, but we don't have the courage to live a profound life, and a profound life is too serious and heavy for us to bear. But we can make up profound stories, and we compete to see whose stories are deeper. It's like the sea was once difficult to turn into water, and after we have a deep story, we can no longer be satisfied with telling a shallow story. In this way, I chose the story of my uncle.

The end of the uncle's story is: Uncle will never be happy again.

After I finish telling my uncle's story, I won't tell happy stories anymore.