It stands to reason that after walking 30 kilometers, the body is tired, but insomnia does not seem to have much to do with the degree of fatigue of the body. Late at night, I tossed and turned, the fatigue of my body did not stop the excitement of my thoughts, and the content of today's chat with Zimu made me unable to calm down for a long time.

People can't choose to be born, but they can choose how to live their lives, once I, unwilling to be satisfied with the status quo, vowed to go out of the countryside, get rid of the fate of being a farmer all my life, until I entered the university, I felt that I worked hard enough, and the effort was finally rewarded. Nowadays, life in this big city is not comfortable, let alone stable, but subconsciously, I seem to have relaxed my demands on myself. "Want to live a life in the future?" Zimu's question in the park once again came to mind. Perhaps, now is the time to think about it.

If I want to be looked up to and get rid of my fate, I have no background, no wealth, and no experience, so I can only rely on my own efforts. Isn't it like this that I once came out step by step and became the first college student in the village?

The picture of my parents sending each other to the entrance of the village is still lingering in front of me, my mother cried that day, my father's hand with a cane was trembling, and my younger brother reluctantly pulled the corner of my clothes, and swore to me, "Brother, I will be as good as you." "And those relatives and friends, the eyes of hope are still clear. What am I here for? Isn't it precisely to get rid of my fate and not disappoint those who love me?

The third uncle is coming to me tomorrow, is there something going on at home? Uncontrollable thoughts are as formless and directionless as the wind.

I only have one uncle in this city, although my father has a total of seven brothers and sisters, and the closest to our family is this third uncle, a man in his forties, and a single person, in his memory, he is free, and always likes to come to my house to sit when there is nothing to do, probably because he is close to my father's age, and there will always be more topics. When I was young, I didn't understand why he never got married, but now that I think about it, the tall third uncle has not been able to reap love because of poverty.

When I was a child, I still remember very clearly, my third uncle stood in the yard of my house, full of joy and my father showing me the second-hand tractor he bought for 600 yuan. "With this brick, in a few months, you can save money to pay off the family's debts." He was in his twenties, like a child, smiling brightly. A week later, still in the yard of his home, he came with a sad face and a cigarette, "The tractor was pulled away by the traffic police." Because of driving without a license, the tractor was confiscated and fined 800 yuan, and after weighing the pros and cons, he did not look at the tractor again.

Later, I could only see my third uncle during the New Year's holidays, and I heard that he went to work in a big city, and in that era when communication was not very developed, we almost cut off all contact. Since then, every year at the end of the year, our children will always gather around all the tractors that come to the entrance of the village to see who has returned from the big city, and every child will cheer when they see their relatives return. What I look forward to the most will always be my third uncle who will always bring back a lot of strange things and delicious things every time in my memory. "I brought a detector with me to find out what's buried in the ground." Still in the yard of my house, the third uncle fiddled with the new gadgets in his hands and told us how amazing it was. "We have a lot of places here for many years, maybe we can dig up some treasure and make a fortune." Having said that, I never heard of what he dug up, but I saw that one day, the police station took it from my attic, and my father was taken with him, and it was completely dark that day, and I saw my father come back with his head drooping, and since then, I have not seen my third uncle make up anything new.

The third uncle in my memory always wears that red turtleneck, a gray suit, and then a pair of black shiny leather shoes. Although the suit is not new, it has always been straight, and the deepest memory is still the pair of leather shoes, which he often sees spotless in the morning and dusty at night, and whenever someone asks about the dust on his shoes, he always says "damn dirt road." He was busy slapping away the dust with his hands. There is also the one that was quite popular at the time, when the long bangs covered his eyes at every turn, he would always shake his head carelessly, and the bangs would return to their original shape. It looked funny, but he always said it was handsome.

He is such a person, a person who is not satisfied with the status quo, lives freely, always wants to toss something, and cares a lot about himself. After so many years, will he still retain the shadow in his memory?

To a certain extent, I applied for the university in this city, also considering that with my third uncle here, he could take proper care of me, and the family could be more at ease, which is how my father decided where I went at that time.

The third uncle must have known that I was here through my parents, and I am sure that he would definitely come to me if he knew, but did he come here in the middle of the night because something happened?

I can't sleep anymore.

So, that day I witnessed the city for the first time at one, two, three, or four in the morning, and I lost sleep.

I was exhausted after a night of tossing and turning last night, but fortunately, today is Sunday, and according to the school's notice, classes will resume on Monday, and the impact of SARS has finally come to an end. I was greedy to catch up on sleep, so I came out of the dormitory at noon, and there were obviously more people on campus, and it seemed that many people were back, and my roommates should be soon.

The afternoon time was painful in busyness and waiting, and the content that I had learned before was reviewed quickly, and at the same time, I kept thinking about why the third uncle hadn't come yet.

Until eight o'clock in the evening, I was still reviewing my homework in the library, and I received a call from the eighth master's broadcast.

"Rui." The third uncle greeted me with open arms, but his arms suddenly stopped in mid-air. "I'm full of oil, forget it, don't hug it."

After hearing this, I was embarrassed. Looking at him again, it was already the spring season, and the appearance of the third uncle wearing a hat was particularly eye-catching, and the dirty old clothes and the pair of shoes covered with oil were completely different from what I remembered.

"It's nothing, I'm just coming to see you." In the face of my inquiry, the third uncle said lightly. "I came over after work and didn't have time to change my clothes. It won't embarrass you, will it? While the third uncle said this, his eyes kept looking at the guard's room.

"It's not a shame, it's just different from seeing you before." I hurriedly explained that my nephew was not so snobbish.

"The last time I called, your dad told me you were here, and I had been working overtime for the first two days and didn't have time to come. It's not a little bit empty to come and see you. Brought you something, you see. The third uncle opened the plastic bag in front of him, which contained bananas, apples and pears, and the weight of the bag was full, which made the handle of the plastic bag deformed thin and long.

"Okay, then I'll go first. I also know where you are, and it will be convenient to come to you next time. The third uncle stretched his neck and looked at the eighth master of the guard's room, completely ignoring my words, turned around and left.

When I returned to the dormitory, I was joyfully sharing fruit with my roommate who had just returned to school, but I found 500 yuan hidden under the plastic bag full of fruit.

"This is my third uncle, my third uncle."