This is the first short story written in my life. The author just likes to share it, so readers can just take a look.
Very immature writing style, not quite an authentic stream-of-consciousness novel - not everything I wanted to express was expressed. But what I want to say is that sometimes the source of suffering in life cannot be found, and the reason is unclear, but there will always be a person or thing, real or illusory, but he will always be by your side - even if you are tired in the end and he is gone, then he has really existed.
The little uncle is such a person.
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