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September 10, 2022, a special day.
A friend in my circle of friends posted "When Haoyue met a teacher, it was reunion that made me feel grateful." A short sentence made me feel that this was more real than any circle of friends that day. Originally, I wanted to comment below, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival !" , but the memories in my mind emerged at this moment, making me want to speak but stop.
My uncle passed away a few days before and after the Mid-Autumn Festival last year. Some people say they died of drinking, some say they were kidnapped by the underground female ghost, and some say they were killed by the wife who married later.
Uncle liked to drink alcohol during his lifetime, but he didn't scold people after drinking too much, and his health was still strong. Until the day of the accident, his temperament changed drastically...
Uncle was in the field outside the village, helping the vegetable grower to watch various farm tools. It has been seven or eight years since. Seeing that life was good, the only regret was that my uncle had never married a wife. Now that I am older, it is best to find a companion to live.
You can talk to each other in your spare time, and you can have a bite of hot rice when you go home from work. So after discussing with my uncle, my parents found an old man for my uncle in the next village. He was two years old and loved to be clean and honest.
Hearing her say that her former husband died of illness a few years after she got married, It was not until her children grew up that they had the plan to find someone to live.
The two of them have been together for two years, and they have never had any arguments and their lives are booming. But maybe life is too smooth and misfortune has come.
Uncle heard that the neighboring village also needs to be late at night and needs someone to help you see it for a month. But this place is next to a grave and no one goes there.
Uncle relies on his courage and also to make more money. So he asked his aunt to stay and he went to that place for a month to go down the night. Less than a week after leaving, the "terrible" news of came immediately...
On the night, my uncle drank some wine elsewhere, and on the way home of a small tricycle, the car overturned. The next day, I woke up in the cemetery and bumped into a big bag on my head. Since then, I have been a little crazy and said something that is difficult to understand.
The person who looked at the photos said that the soul had been detained by the female ghost in the cemetery and there was not much time left.
People in the village said that it was because the bride was desperate and she killed her uncle.
People in the family said that it was alcohol poisoning and they died of drinking. We don’t know the specific reasons for
, but every Mid-Autumn Festival, we think of our uncle, hoping to see his shadow in the moon.
But fortunately, my cousin will call us on the Mid-Autumn Festival (the adopted daughter of my uncle since he was a child), and the sentence she often says is: "It is still the moon at home, and it is much brighter."
When I was a child, I didn't understand it. It was obviously the same moon, so why "the moon is bright in my hometown"?
Only when I grew up did I understand that turns out that what is bright is not the moon, but the heart that misses my family...
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