My father told us a lot more about our family's history. Many family stories that we don't know about, my father told us bit by bit.

It stands to reason that Grandpa is more qualified to tell those dusty memories, but Grandpa rarely mentions those things. For Grandpa, maybe those memories can only be forgotten over time, or maybe those memories have left him scars, and he is unwilling to let the scars be uncovered again, causing his heart to suffer a second injury.

On the day my grandfather died, I could tell that he still had a lot of people he wanted to see, but he didn't have time to wait. Perhaps, the person he wants to see has gone to another world, and only by leaving this world can his wish be realized.

In Grandpa's body, there are too many past stories worth discovering. However, when I curiously unearthed those past events one by one, my heart also hurt.

Originally, my grandfather's generation consisted of four brothers and two sisters, a total of six. According to the father, due to family reasons at the time, the eldest and third masters left their sad home to find a way out that would allow them to continue to live.

At that time, maybe the separation was not so heavy, and in order to survive, everyone looked down on parting. When the uncle and the third master left, everyone may not have shed a single tear, but just watched them leave. After they went away, everyone threw themselves into the embarrassing predicament of life as always.

The fourth master and grandfather stayed in their hometown, and they guarded the two thin jobs left by the grandfather, struggling to maintain a tense life. After the uncle and the third master left, I don't know what they went through, maybe it was an unimaginable journey, and finally settled down in Xinjiang. When there was news of them in my hometown, it was already decades later. During that period of time, everyone had a lot of unknown experiences and bitterness, in short, after a few decades, my grandfather and his brothers survived.

But what is the reason why Grandpa and his brothers have not been in contact with each other for decades after that, there must be something unspeakable.

When I heard about these memories, I was puzzled by their disagreement. But I knew that since they didn't get along with each other, there must be some inexplicable reason.

As a junior, I decided to fulfill a wish that was hidden in my grandfather's heart during his lifetime.

Based on some basic information provided by my father, I found my uncle who had been separated for decades online. After knowing his mailing address, I wrote a letter to him, in which I sincerely expressed my ardent hope for my loved ones.

Soon after, after receiving the letter, the uncle called me. I could feel from the uncle's tone that he was personally curious about the current situation in his hometown, and he asked a lot of things, obviously because he was concerned and curious about the situation in his hometown.

When my grandfather found out that I had made contact with my uncle, he was very excited. Grandpa asked me in detail about the conversation with my uncle, and I told him the whole story. Grandpa was like asking an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, with too many questions in his eyes, and his expression was full of too much attention.

Grandpa said to me at the time with a heavy heart: "This is the eldest son of your uncle's family, and your third master heard that he is also in Xinjiang, and he only knows the approximate place, but he has never been in touch!"

After hearing this, a sour water appeared in my nose, and I wonder if the third master who was far away in Xinjiang also had the same concerns? After so many years, didn't he miss the place where he was raised? Or did he have some other concerns?

If you talk about feelings, grandpa and his brothers have more or less some feelings, after all, they were born to the same parents. But judging from decades of silence, the relationship between them is not very deep.

For me, I just want to get some of the regrets in my grandfather's heart back. I know that although my grandfather is silent, his heart has been waiting for his long-lost relatives to bring him news.

The other day, Uncle sent me two family photos of them. I don't know any of the people in the photo, and even the uncle who sent the photo doesn't know which one is in the photo, or if he introduced it himself one by one after the photo was sent.

I looked at everyone in the photo, because if there was a family tree that belonged to us, they were my relatives. Looking at the smiles on everyone's faces in the photo, I also felt very warm. The only regret is that the uncle has also passed away for many years, and I haven't seen him grow old, will he be as kind as his grandfather?

If my grandfather was still alive and I showed him the picture, he would have smiled and asked, "Who is this? This child is your uncle's grandson?"

In fact, for the uncle, his feelings for his hometown are not very deep, because in his memory, his hometown is just a momentary picture, where there are no good memories, only a group of poor "relatives".

But as the eldest son of the uncle's family, he bravely became a great person, and he connected with me, a junior, a family line that separated several generations. When he told me that he would go back to his hometown after retirement, I was filled with gratitude. Even if he didn't really go back to his hometown to see, I was already very moved. This shows that his hometown is in his heart!

So far, the relatives of the third master's family have not been contacted, but according to the uncle, he has met the uncle of the third master's family. After so many years, no matter what grievances there are, it's time to clap your hands.

If only one day, the descendants of one of our families could stand in the same space at the same time. Grandpa and uncle will also feel very relieved that they have spirits in the sky!

Of course, I can get in touch with my uncle today, and I want to thank my uncle for his efforts back then.

It is said that more than 20 years ago, the uncle once took the uncle back to his hometown once. For that uncle's homecoming, my father's memories are very messy. When I listened, I didn't understand the real meaning of my uncle's return to his hometown from beginning to end.

Although decades have passed since my grandfather's homecoming, I still can't understand the scene my father described.

I think the reason why my grandfather never wanted to talk about the past is inseparable from the uncle's experience of coming home. It stands to reason that going home to visit relatives is a very sacred and sincere thing, but when the uncle is faced with his relatives who are hungry and cold, why does he turn around indifferently? Why does he not share his lovesickness with his relatives? Instead, he chooses to laugh and laugh with people who can't be beaten with eight poles?

I, a person in a story, a person who stands outside the story. I just want to bring together the blood left by an ancestor, so that the genealogy that has no record can be traced, so that our descendants know where they came from!

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