Fu Weilun smiled and helped him sit on the bed. He sat on a chair beside him and said, "Dad, I suddenly thought of my uncle today..."
The smile on Grandpa Fu's face froze, and then he smiled bitterly, "I miss him too... every year."
Fu Weilun sat next to Grandpa Fu and rubbed his back soothingly. "I remember when I lived at my uncle's house, he always liked to take me to the pharmacy and tell me about his case results. I didn't like taking medicine at that time, so he told me what would happen to those disobedient children who didn't get treatment."
Grandpa Fu patted his shoulder with a smile, "Yeah, he just likes to scare children."
He sighed, "Your pneumonia can be cured. Your uncle has put in a lot of effort. When you came home from Shanghai, you were tall and fat, and you didn't look sick at all."
Fu Weilun grabbed Grandpa Fu's hand and said, "My uncle got into trouble because he wanted to save those important medical records. You know, those are the things he cares about most in his life."
Grandpa Fu nodded with red eyes, "Yes, in his life, besides his wife and children, what he cares about most are those medicines, medical records and so on. Every time he comes home, he tells me about those things. Even if I don't like to listen, he is not happy and insists on telling me... Haha, how can I, an old man, understand those things?"
He looked at Grandpa Fu, his eyes dark, "Dad, did my uncle write you a letter before and after the accident?"
"Yes... I wrote to him almost every two or three months. After the village installed telephones, I was afraid that he would miss Jingshu during the New Year and other holidays, so I called him, but he was too busy, so it was usually my sister-in-law who answered the phone. But he would still reply to the letters..."
Grandpa Fu fell into reminiscence: "It was the Chinese New Year in 1971. I called him and asked him to go home for the New Year, but he said he couldn't leave the hospital."
"At that time, I sent him a lot of useful information and a letter, and he replied."
Fu Weilun asked softly: "What did your uncle reply to you?"
Grandpa Fu turned around and took out a small box from the side of the kang. "He said he was doing well, how many people he had saved, that the hospital had received new medicine, how many points Xiaoxiao had scored in the exam, and that she was becoming more and more sensible. He kept showing off in front of me that he had a good granddaughter."
He took out a letter from the box and handed it to Fu Weilun, "This is the last letter my brother wrote to me..."
Fu Weilun smiled and asked, "Dad, can I open it and take a look?"
"Look,"
The yellowed letter paper was slowly unfolded, and the familiar handwriting reappeared. Fu Weilun finished reading the content and smiled, "I feel that the tone of this letter is much better than the previous ones?" There was no longer any sad atmosphere.
Grandpa Fu nodded, "Yes, he should have come to terms with it."
"He had originally planned to bring Xiaoxiao back to the village during the Chinese New Year in 1972..." Thinking of this, his eyes became red again.
"He also said that we must see what Jiaojiao, who he raised, looks like... He also asked me to prepare some New Year's money. He wouldn't accept anything less. Haha, I have already prepared the red envelope. I started saving money since I received this letter from him. Sigh..."
Now all the money has been given to Xiaoxiao, but he can never see it again.
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