My uncle's name is Du Xiangyuan, and he is a veteran party member who joined the party organization in 1937 in Houjie Village, Tuhe Revolutionary Base Area, his hometown. Moreover, it was the party organization that allowed him to join the Kuomintang, so that he had a dual identity to carry out underground work, to carry out the anti-Japanese struggle, and to obtain some information about the Kuomintang in a timely manner.
However, time flies, and in the sixties of the last century, the Red Guard rebels in the village insisted that my uncle was a Kuomintang reactionary and a fake Communist Party member. At the mass criticism meeting in the village, no matter how he explained, no matter how my uncle, who was the deputy secretary of the county party committee, returned to the village, it was to no avail, they just didn't believe it. Moreover, my uncle was the first party branch secretary of Backstreet Village. It may have something to do with the fact that my uncle was also the target of criticism at that time. Faced with a historical life that could not prove his innocence, my uncle fell into depression.
Later, my uncle explained to the village party organization that if I had joined the Kuomintang without permission, would my second brother have been able to join the party organization during the Liberation War?In addition to Chen Fengyi, deputy secretary of the Jincheng County Party Committee, you can also conduct investigation and verification through comrades from other party organizations. However, no one heeded my uncle's complaint.
It is precisely because of my uncle's unclear so-called historical problems that it directly affects my uncle's second son's search for a partner. It turned out that my second cousin was a young literary backbone in the village, who was not only educated, but also able to write and draw, and wrote quite beautifully and skillfully. **Before, my second cousin was in the art show organized by Tuhe Commune, and his allegro made the audience applaud. But none of the girls in the village dared to fall in love with him. Later, he married a neighbor in his village, but divorced again. In the end, my second cousin had to go to Zhoucun Commune, which was hundreds of miles away from home, to become a son-in-law. This was a very big blow to my uncle. Therefore, every time my uncle talks about the marriage of his second son with my father, he always blames himself for his incompetence.
My aunt died early due to illness, and my uncle raised two children by himself. Moreover, after my eldest cousin grew up, he joined the Chinese People's Liberation Army with the strong support of my grandmother. So, my uncle couldn't understand why my eldest son could be a soldier, why I became the target of criticism in ***, and the rebels also said that he was a fake Communist Party member.
No matter how depressed the uncle was in his heart, he still stood up and supported the family. When I came back, I couldn't cook well, so my granddaughter made a little trouble and sent the food she cooked to her grandfather. It is precisely because of my granddaughter's care and thoughtfulness that my uncle has hope for the future. However, the sky is cloudy and sunny, and people have good and bad luck. At some point, my uncle suffered from a stomach ulcer. He had no money for treatment, so he went to a cave on the cliff of the Houshi River in Gewan Village and hammered down some white stones, and when he got home, he beat them into noodles and stuffed them into his mouth as medicine. As long as the stomach hurts, the uncle uses such a white stone surface to relieve the pain. Over time, the uncle's body collapsed.
Although his uncle's health is getting worse day by day, he was very happy when he saw his granddaughter find Xiaolu to come to the house as a son-in-law. Moreover, there was a smile on his face that he didn't usually have.
But I never expected that my uncle would pass away in August 1978. My uncle knew that my father went to Xinxiang to implement unjust, false and wrongful cases and obtained ordinary, he was full of hope for my father's future, he knew that my mother and two sons' household registration was transferred to Xinxiang, and he wanted to Xinxiang to see the outside world. But he didn't wait for that day, he could only leave himself with lifelong regrets.
When my uncle died, my father had already been reinstated as a Xinxiang official, but he didn't bother to come back to see my uncle on his last journey. This is also a lifelong regret left by my father. When my father was seriously ill in 1997 and was hospitalized in Xinxiang Central Hospital, he mentioned my uncle's rough life many times and deeply felt sorry for him.
When my uncle died, my mother and I had not yet moved to Xinxiang. I am also doing a side job for the production team in Jincheng, using a large flat car to pull coal for the Jincheng thermal power plant. My mother still insisted on doing farm work in the field of the production team in her hometown. When I learned that my uncle had died, I hurried back home from Jincheng to go to my uncle's funeral with my mother and younger brother. My mother cried so much that she couldn't get up when she sat on the ground. I also sat on the ground and wept non-stop. After my uncle's funeral, my brother and I returned to our home in Dongtuhe Village with my mother after dark.
Although more than 40 years have passed, I will always remember my uncle. He is a cultured elder and speaks amiably. Moreover, every time I was asked to eat a meal he cooked, he always kept stroking his right finger, which had been badly burned. It was only later that I realized why my uncle had been paying attention to my right hand, because he was worried about affecting my future. Now, when I think back to my uncle's attentive gesture of stroking his right hand, I can't help but shed tears. (Guo Xilin).