This is a true portrayal of the bizarre experiences of my old uncle and me. I have sorted it out over the past few years and thought about it for a long time, so I decided to write it. I am not a professional writer, so I just record these things through words and record the story of me and him. Closer to home, in 1980, my old uncle was born in a rural area in the northwest. He was the fifth eldest of five brothers in the family and was known as Gazi. My eldest father went to school for a few years, and Murakami had a part-time job. My second father never read a book and was a fisherman. My third father is a legendary figure. He is known as a very fast hand. His hand speed and technique are unparalleled. He also has a lot of skills. The story goes that my father, the fourth child, is an imam (a religious title in the Hui religion) and the most educated and visionary person in our family. My uncle, the fifth child, is the youngest and the most capable. When I was a child, my influence on my uncle was that he was fashionable, capable, courageous, and well-connected. Every time I went to his house, I could always see big cars and watch cartoons. My family was poor at that time. Whoever has such a glorious family as my uncle should be the first one in the village to buy a Volkswagen Santana. The beginning of my story with him comes from a magical mirror.
