
Go, Go, Go, Go
by Ji Dongliang
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"Will you still be able to work in the future?" Third uncle's finger dug into Bawan's eye socket. Instead of Bawan hiding his head, the finger dug into the eyeball. The third uncle coughed up a mouthful of phlegm, spit it on the ground, put 300 yuan into his pocket, packed the eight bowls of cigarettes that he had brought out for the reception, and packed them into boxes, and jumped off the kang angrily. A chicken was pecking at the spit that Third Uncle had spit on the ground. Third Uncle kicked the chicken, and the chicken flapped its wings, causing a burst of dust to fly up. Ba Wan always kept a smile on his face and bowed to send his third uncle out. When he got to the gate, his third uncle had one foot outside the gate and turned around and yelled: "Don't send me away. If you don't invite your uncle when the family has something to do in the future, this family will be broken." "Look at what my uncle said, this is a relative that can't be cut with a steel knife. How can we say it's broken."
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