I think it's worth explaining why I'm not at all surprised by my uncle's remaining three fingers. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As we mentioned earlier, from my grandmother, I learned the reason why my uncle lost the little finger of his left hand. The little uncle vowed not to gamble, so he learned from the pain and cut off his little finger as proof.

But how can the habit of gambling be so easy to quit?

Yes, dear friend, at the sight of the remaining three fingers, you can almost effortlessly guess the result: the little uncle has broken his determination and oath.

That seems to be the case, but it doesn't seem to be.

The little uncle did stop for a while and then went back to gambling. He healed the scar and forgot about the pain, and became even more crazy. Yes, crazy, I'm not exaggerating. It's a lot like a person who is extremely drunk after drinking high, close to madness, just one step away from being insane.

When he steals the eldest sister's TV to sell, we can feel the crazy potential of the little uncle. He was a natural gambler. Born to gamble, even by any means.

So, the little uncle had to go home for help when he lost his eyes again. But the family has been squeezed dry by him, where is the extra money? The little uncle walked around the house anxiously, and his eyes were fixed on the only old hen left in the house.

But a chicken is a drop in the bucket for the debt he carries. Just when he was fidgety, he suddenly remembered what a gambler had inadvertently said at the table. The gambler said that there was a family in their village that had no son, and they were begging for a son everywhere. But at this time, where will there be a poor man who sells his son? The speaker had no intention of listening to the heart, and the little uncle didn't take it to heart at that time, but at this moment, those words automatically surfaced in his mind.

Following his gaze, the mischievous little pillar tiptoed to the toilet and hooked the pink and purple bearded roses with a stick.

This thought cost him another finger and years of self-exile.

It was a successful reception for both guests and hosts. All the people who remained in Dage Village were invited. According to the old practice of Dage Village, Hua Ye invited relatives and friends to come to the house for a delicious meal on the day of pig killing.

After eating, I wandered around in the courtyard of Hua Ye's house. The sun was nice and warm. From time to time, a slight wind blew, and it rippled on the hens who were strolling in the yard.

Several times, I passed outside the room where strange noises were coming from, and resisted the desire to stick to the window to see what was going on. I don't know if it was my delusion, but as I was about to return to the hall, I heard a strange ho-ho sound coming from the room.

I stopped at the side of the hall not far from the room and looked around in confusion, but the strange sound never sounded again.

After eating and chatting for a while, I followed my mother back first. Dad and the others set up the table, and it looked like they were ready for three hundred rounds.

After walking out of the courtyard of Hua Ye's house, I couldn't help but look back: there was nothing wrong with the noisy courtyard bathed in the sunshine and peaceful.

I breathed a sigh of relief and followed behind my mother, and the two of them walked back chatting nonsense.

But my mother suddenly stopped, pointed to a house that was about to collapse, and said, "Do you remember? ”

I took one look at the roofless house and weeds, and my heart was sour: "Whose house is this?" ”

"Look at your memory!" Mom glanced at me dissatisfied, "Gui'er's previous house, I don't remember it so soon?"

"Huh? Isn't there a bamboo grove next to their house?" I couldn't help but spit out the questions in my heart.

"It's all cut down. The original bamboo forest is there! Mom pointed out to me the original site of the bamboo forest, "Oh, look at the pile of blackened soil, that's the bamboo house where Gui'er's mother lives." After Gui'er's mother left, they burned down her things and the house......"

"What a quick change!" I couldn't help but sigh. Sister Fang has been dead for less than a month, and all traces of her existence are almost gone.

"Yes! Man, it's just a matter of a moment! Mom sighed.

"Don't talk nonsense! You live a long life! I hurriedly corrected my mother's overly pessimistic assertion.

"Live a long life, then you won't be an old witch!" Mom pursed her lips and said noncommittally.

"Even if it's an old witch, it's a beautiful old witch......" I restrained the sense of vicissitudes that kept coming out, and patted my ass without changing my face.

"Well, I don't know what the situation will be when the time comes!" Mom sighed thoughtfully.

"Mom, after that, is there no one living in Gui'er's house?" I digressed from the subject.

"Nope. If someone had been popular, the house wouldn't have become what it is now...... Everyone said that the feng shui of the house was not good. There are only three women left in a big family, and bad things have happened to them...... Who would dare to live in such an ominous place. That's why the house was empty for most of the year...... No one even came to put a sundry...... Hey, if you want to say that Sister Fang is also a hard-working ......" Mom couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Then how did this house become like this?" I asked.

"Sister Fang wants to sleep in the bamboo forest, there is no way, everyone can only build a bamboo house for her in the bamboo forest, and paint the wall with yellow mud outside, so as not to leak rain and wind. In this way, the house is empty. The house is out of popularity, and it will be abandoned soon...... And this summer Thunder chopped down the big oak tree, and it fell straight down on the empty house, crushing the walls and the tiles on the house...... Then it rained a little, and grass grew in the empty house without a roof...... However, the oak tree fell too evilly, and it was obviously closer to the sister-in-law of the Liu family under the tree, but the sister-in-law Liu's house had nothing to do with it...... But the empty house on the east side has suffered......"

Mom was babbling about everything that had happened, and I listened to it and suddenly my head flashed: no wonder I didn't recognize this as Gui'er's house at first sight. In the past, the symbols of Gui'er's house were bamboo forests and large oak trees. At this moment, the two signs are gone, and I really didn't remember it for many years after running around in other places......

"People go away and die." I looked at the deserted house and couldn't help but mutter.

"Isn't it? That's why I always take some time to come back every year. You don't know, a while ago, when we came back, the ashes in our house were all over. Your dad and I worked hard for two days to get it all done......," Mom said.

Before we knew it, we were walking back home. When I opened the door, I felt a familiar smell of fireworks, and I thought that this might be what my mother was talking about......