[Third person in the text]
I am a college student living in a small county town. I work part-time in a restaurant and deliver food during the summer. Every time I am assigned by shady old employees to deliver food to places with the worst security.
I heard that the people living there have either been in jail or were forced to collect protection fees in the past. It is a gathering place for a group of local snakes who cannot be offended.
I was born with hearing problems in my left ear, and it was very difficult to use it.
Once, when I was a few minutes late delivering food due to rain, I was punched on the wall by a thick man with tattoos on his arms, causing his ears to bleed.
I called the police, but the other person had been in jail, and detention and compensation were nothing to him.
But from that day on, I needed to live with a hearing aid.
However, it was also a rainy day with the same guests. I mustered up the courage to ring the doorbell tremblingly.
The big man with flowery arms was spitting out all kinds of swear words. When the slap came down, a turbid and low-pitched voice suddenly came from behind.
"Hey." The uncle had cold eyes and chewed his cigarette expressionlessly, "What are you doing?"
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I deliver takeaways to my uncle more and more often, so much so that I can even eat with him, visit the house where he lives, touch his scarred arms, and listen to his stories full of ups and downs.
After listening to this, I realized that my uncle and I were not from the same world. We were in an upper-class circle that I had no contact with, but... It did not affect our way of getting along during this period at all.
The uncle would help him pack his things, behave and talk in a well-educated manner, escort him all the way back to the hotel, and help him teach an old employee who had been bullying him a lesson.
I think the uncle is different from other people in that area, although he still looks very fierce.
Later, when I woke up after sleeping all day and night and found that my body was still unable to move, my impression of the uncle completely changed.
QWQ, if it's not fierce, it's fake.
# Is really deaf, and the uncle is really doting too#
#@ Jinjiang is still alive, welcome to come and play with me#
Purpose: We must have hope in life, and even if we hit rock bottom, we must still have a glimmer of hope.