My father told us more about the history of our family. My father told us a lot of family past events that we don’t know about.

Logically speaking, grandpa is more qualified to tell those dusty memories, but grandpa rarely mentions those things. For grandpa, those memories may only be forgotten over time, or those memories may have left him scars. He is unwilling to let the scars be uncovered again, causing his heart to suffer secondary damage.

On the day of grandpa's death, I could see that he still had many people he wanted to see, but he had no time to wait. Perhaps the people he wanted to see had already gone to another world, and only by leaving this world can he realize his wish.

There are too many past events worth discovering in my grandfather. However, when I was curious about discovering those past events one by one, my heart also hurts.

Grandpa’s generation was originally four brothers and two sisters, a total of six. According to his father, due to family reasons at that time, the old man and the third master left their home that made them sad and went to find a way out that would allow them to continue to live.

At that time, perhaps the separation was not that heavy. In order to survive, everyone took the parting lightly. When the old man and the third man left, perhaps no tears were shed, but just watched them leave blankly. After they walked away, everyone continued to be in a difficult life dilemma.

The Fourth Master and Grandpa stayed in their hometown. They guarded the two poor jobs left by the Grandpa and maintained a tense life in difficulty. After the Uncle and the Third Master left, they didn't know what they had experienced, or maybe an unimaginable process, and finally settled in Xinjiang. When there was news about them in their hometown, it was already decades later. During that period, everyone had many unknown experiences and bitterness. In short, after decades, grandpa and his brothers survived.

But why did grandpa and his brothers never interact with each other for the next few decades? There must be something unspeakable hidden.

After hearing about these past events, I was puzzled by their inconvenience. But I knew that since they did not interact with each other, there must be some unexplainable reasons.

As a junior, I decided to satisfy a wish hidden in my heart during my lifetime.

Based on some basic information provided by my father, I found my uncle who had been separated for decades online. After knowing my uncle's mailing address, I wrote a letter to my uncle, in which I sincerely expressed my sincere hope for my relatives.

Not long after, my uncle called me after receiving the letter. I could feel from my uncle's tone that he was personally curious about the current situation in his hometown. He asked a lot of things, obviously because of his concern and curiosity about the situation in his hometown.

When grandpa knew that I had contacted my uncle, he seemed very excited. Grandpa asked me in detail about the conversation between me and my uncle, and I told my grandpa the whole story. Grandpa was like asking an old friend I hadn't seen for many years, with too many questions in his eyes and too much attention in his expression.

Grandpa was worried and said to me at that time: "This is your eldest son of your uncle's family. Your third master heard that he is also in Xinjiang. He only knows the approximate place, but he has never contacted him!"

After hearing this, a stream of sour water appeared in my nose. I wonder if the Third Master, who is far away in Xinjiang, also had the same concerns? For so many years, don’t you want to raise him at all? Or have some other concerns?

If it comes to feelings, grandpa and his brothers had more or less some feelings, after all, they were born to the same parents. But judging from decades of silence, their feelings are not very deep.

For me, I just want to get back some of the regrets in my grandfather's heart. I know that although my grandfather was silent, he had been looking forward to the long-lost relatives to bring him news.

A few days ago, my uncle sent me two family photos. I didn’t know any of the people in the photos, and even my uncle didn’t know which of the photos was, or he introduced them one by one after the photos were posted.

I looked at everyone in the photo seriously because if there was a family tree that belonged to us, they were my relatives. Looking at the smile on everyone's face in the photo, I felt very warm. The only regret is that the old man has passed away for many years, and I haven't seen him look old. Will he be as kind as grandpa?

If my grandfather was still alive, I took the photo to him and he would definitely ask me with a smile: "Who is this? This child is your uncle's grandson?"

In fact, for my uncle, he did not have a deep relationship with his hometown, because in his memory, his hometown was just a momentary scene, with no beautiful memories there, only a group of poor "relatives".

But as the eldest son of the old man's family, he bravely became an amazing person. He and me, the junior, had a family line that was several generations apart. When he told me that I would go back to my hometown to take a look after retirement, I was full of gratitude. Even if he didn't really go back to my hometown to take a look, I was already very moved. This shows that my hometown is in his heart!

The relatives of the Third Master’s family have not yet 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 kind of grudges there are, it is time to clap and have fun.

If one day, the descendants of our family can stand in the same space at the same time, grandpa and the uncle will be very pleased to have spirits in heaven!

Of course, today I would like to thank my uncle for his efforts.

It is said that more than 20 years ago, the old man took his uncle back to his hometown. My father's memories of that old man's return home were very messy. When I listened, I couldn't figure out what the real meaning of the old man's return home was from beginning to end.

Although decades have passed since the old man's return home, I still cannot understand the scene described by my father.

I think the reason why my grandfather never wanted to mention the past is inseparable from the old man's experience of going home. Logically speaking, going home to visit relatives is a very sacred and sincere thing, but why does the old man turn indifferently when facing his hungry and cold relatives? Why is it that he doesn't talk about lovesickness with his relatives? Instead, he chooses to laugh and laugh with someone who can't fight with them?
Chapter completed!