He's a lonely person, and I didn't communicate with him very deeply, so I guess everyone has their own story. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

My home is located in the corner of the city, and like most places, there is a small road with dilapidated buildings on both sides, large trees in the green belt that stretch out thick branches to form a canopy that shades sunny days and rainy days, and the crowds gathered in the streets are getting older, and in the evening you can see the big aunts dancing to the music of the legend of the phoenix.

I have lived here for more than ten years, I was still an ignorant child when I first moved here, my family is still an adult, in a blink of an eye, the children who go to school can already support themselves, the iron gate at the door is much more dilapidated, and the people around me are gradually gone.

If this place is facing demolition, I am still a little reluctant to come here, after all, this place is full of traces of my life, and if I go to a new place, I will definitely be overwhelmed.

I remembered the uncle upstairs who often asked me to play chess, he seemed to have lived alone for so many years, and he didn't see any children or relatives, of course, it was a long time ago when he played chess with me.

I met him as I walked through the hallway, his pale hair and clumsy back touched me a little, he smiled at me and staggered away, I swallowed the words a few times, after all, I am not the same child as before.

The smiling uncle has become an old man on his verge of death, and I still remember his laughter, and I still remember that we are all stinky chess baskets.

The uncle's surname is Xia, and he didn't tell me what it was called.

I vaguely remember that when my uncle moved in, it was the second year of my grandfather's death, and when the person who had been with me left this world, I realized that human life is so fragile, it was the first time I experienced the death of a loved one, and my crying and screaming could not revive the already cold person.

It was much later that I realized that life is a one-way passage that can only move forward and not backward, and that human memory is the biggest lie in the world, and one day it will be forgotten, as if nothing had happened.

My grandfather likes to play chess very much, and I just happened to learn a little, but only half-baked level, my uncle is about the same as me, so we hit it off, and every winter and summer vacation is dark, but our level has never improved......

I asked him, why do you always live alone, it's very lonely to live alone.

The uncle said that he once experienced a very terrible disaster, in which he lost a comrade-in-arms who lived and died together, lost everything, and he had no children in his life...... I thought then that if I could tell the story of his life, it would be a wonderful story.

I didn't know how many springs and autumns came and went, my mother finally got the resettlement house, no longer suffering from the reproaches of my brothers from time to time, and then I left the place where I had lived for ten years and went to a new home, I once did not want to live there, and my mother solemnly told me that it was my home, otherwise I would be criticized.

In order to keep my mother from being sad, I finally left here.

I never got to see my uncle this summer, and I was already learning to write, and I kept going despite the bad progress, and I knew that was what I wanted.

In the days that followed, I had fewer and fewer opportunities to see my uncle, and I could only see him once a year and a half.

I often think about the days when I played chess with him, and I always felt very happy during that time, and I had the motivation to keep writing until one day......

My mother passed away, and that was the second time I faced death head-on, and it was a nightmare that I would never forget, and I moved back here, this old corner, and everything smelled familiar.

The uncle is finally leaving, and he says that he has been here long enough, and now it is time to go out and have a look.

I'm a little sad, my uncle is getting old, I'm afraid that this time apart, I will never have the chance to see him again.

I never said goodbye to him, and on a day when I was out on errands, my uncle quietly left, alone on the road, as if he had come here alone.

After a few days, my life also returned to peace, I went to work as usual, and got a letter from the communication room, I took a look at the payment, and the sender's name was Xia Xi.

The letter had no content, there was only a book in it, and to my surprise it didn't even have a title, and the cover was blank.

The content of the book made me jaw-dropping, it turned out to be the content of my first novel, just a little change, but far more wonderful than what I wrote, I suddenly remembered that my male protagonist is called Xia Xi!

While I was in a daze, I dropped a key out of the envelope, I picked it up and looked at it, and the number on the key was my uncle's residence......