My dad finally got into my uncle's Audi.

My uncle sat in the cab and said to my father, "Brother, where are you going?" My dad said, old house. My uncle said, no, let's go to the two-story building!

It used to be my uncle's two-story building, but now it's my father's. My uncle built a new factory and a new building, which was a three-story building, so he gave the original two-story building to my father. This decision was made just now when my uncle's factory was warming the pot in his new building after cutting the ribbon.

My dad wasn't prepared for anything. My father looked at his younger brother, his own brother who was driving the car, and muttered in his heart, is the second brother drinking too much today? That two-story building is worth more than 200,000 yuan!

My uncle and my father are a couple of enemies. They were a couple of rivals many years ago. That year, the brothers partnered to buy an eight-room homestead. I was still happy when I wanted it, but when it was distributed, the awkwardness came. The homestead is surrounded by residents on one side and the street on the other. Both brothers are willing to build houses on the street, and they are unwilling to drill into the aisle, and it is inconvenient to walk and enter the car. In the end, it was agreed to draw lots. As a result, my dad caught it. A compatriot, while complaining about his smelly hands, my father said with a high profile, forget it, that's it, you have to leave the aisle a little more spacious!

But my mother quit. My mother and uncle are not the same mother. It's not just a milky compatriot who has to fight for every inch of land. My mother said to my uncle, "Second brother, you can go through the aisle on the street, but you have to give up half of the room!" My uncle said, "How do you say that?" My mother said, isn't it a place with 8 rooms? There are 3 and a half rooms facing the street, and 4 and a half rooms are drilled into the aisle! Before my uncle could speak, my aunt jumped up like a spring, that's not good, sister-in-law, it's not as blind as you say! My mother said, this is not blind at all, no? Let's change it, let's cover the street!

The two sides argued, and such a trivial matter alarmed the mediators in the brigade. Everyone persuaded them, and the two reached an agreement according to what my mother said. But after the house was built, when my uncle was encircling the courtyard wall, he was taller than my house, not to mention a brick, and the aisle was thrown so narrow that my father's donkey cart couldn't enter the aisle. When the wheat harvest comes in autumn, we always unload the harvested grain at the head of the aisle, and then the children and adults carry it to the courtyard in the aisle. When we were tired and sweaty and panting like oxen, my aunt was in the yard ticking the horn of her tractor and singing with a sharp voice: a big river has wide waves, and the wind blows on both sides of the rice and flowers......

At that time, my father and my uncle became enemies.

Later, after a few years, my uncle took the house away. He's going to get upstairs. My uncle used to be a salesman in the production team, and after the production team was dispersed, those related households became my uncle's own related households. My uncle got rich by running auto parts on his own, and he wanted to build a two-story building. My father was a dead farmer, so he lived by ploughing and raking the soil, and he was already overwhelmed by my uncle's narrow aisles and high courtyard walls, and now my uncle was going to get up. The fire in his belly finally erupted like a volcano. He picked up the big pickaxe for shaving yams, and was stunned to dig out the base bricks that my uncle had just built up like a yam.

The two brothers almost met each other. It was still mediated by the village cadres, and my uncle withdrew from the place where half of the room was used as a place for dripping water from the eaves. When the three two-story buildings were built, they were so much higher than my house, and the gap between the buildings and the bungalows became the distance between my father and my uncle's hearts. When that gap was overgrown with artemisia grass, my father was hospitalized with a heartfelt heart.

The days continued to run over my father's gradually curved back, and the children who had finished college had settled down in the city, established a business, and had a house, and my father was still clinging to his few acres of land and those few rooms, and lived a specimen peasant life with my mother at sunrise and daily income. I took him into town several times, but he refused. My uncle, many years later, became the richest man in the village, built a factory outside the village, and built a very beautiful three-story spacious residential building. The family moved out. On the day the factory cut the ribbon, he sent invitations to his nephews and nieces. He also drove his Audi to invite my father. My father didn't go, and my mother persuaded everyone for a long time before agreeing to go, but he couldn't get an Audi car, saying that it was a rich prodigal thing, and he had to walk by himself.

The two of us were warming the pot in my uncle's renovated building. We all drank a lot of wine. We know that the days of the past have passed in this warm wine, and that the new days have just begun in this new building. When everyone was full of popularity, my uncle said something earth-shattering: Brother, if you don't want to go into the city with the children, you can live in that two-story building!

After warming the pot, my dad finally got into my uncle's Audi. The Audi walked into the village along the country road from outside the village and took my uncle and father into front of the two-story building. My father and my uncle looked at the two-story building, at the bungalows, at the gap between the small buildings and the peaceful rooms, and the two brothers suddenly felt empty and full of hearts, and there was a glitter in their eyes at the same time......

Under the sun, my father, who was full of gray hair, turned his head and said to my uncle, who was also full of gray hair, "Second child, today, today...... The weather was so nice!

Yes, Boss, it's a nice day! My uncle should be with me.