My uncle's name is Zhang Ernuo, and he is my grandma's elder brother. When my grandma was still alive, every time she mentioned my uncle, she was full of respect and gratitude. She often said that it was her brother who raised her up. My parents also have great respect and gratitude for my uncle. My dad said that if it weren't for my uncle, he would probably have starved to death in 1960. It was my old uncle who fed him a small sweet potato head every day and kept him alive.
My uncle has never been married and has no children. In the end, my father forcibly brought the old one to our house because he couldn't take care of himself anymore. He always kept two words on his lips: I can still move, so I won't bother you. If I die, just throw me into the old house (coffin), dig a hole by the river and throw it in.
In the end, the old uncle didn't bother anyone. He left Hexi less than two months after my father brought him here. During that time, he always went to the Baihe River when he had nothing to do. He sat by the river for a long time, wandered home when he was about to eat, and wandered back to the river after eating.
My dad said: "Uncle, if you have nothing to do, don't run to the river all the time. The river is full of water!"
The old uncle said: "It's no big deal, I'm such an adult and can still fall into the river."
Until one day, an old neighbor who was herding sheep ran home from the river to find my dad. He stood at the door of my house and shouted loudly: "Little kid, hurry up! Your uncle has fallen into the river!"
By the time my dad ran to the river, my old uncle had missed the shot and was lying face down in the water by the river. The year was 1997, and my uncle was 84 years old.
Purpose: To be upright in people's hearts,