""On the way out of school, my uncle rode slowly, and the teachers caught up.""
When I was a child, whenever my uncle picked me up from school, I always felt that my uncle was riding too slowly. I often complained to my mother because I felt very embarrassed every time I met the teacher.
When I was a child, I went to an elementary school in the county town, and it wasn't until the fifth grade that my father transferred me from the village to the county seat through connections. I was very reluctant at the time, but my dad insisted that the quality of education in the county was better. Luckily, my aunt's daughter-in-law was a teacher at the experimental elementary school, and I was transferred to her class.
I don't know how much my dad spent on this, but I remember that he invited a lot of teachers to dinner and brought me with him. I was shy, but I could only pour wine for each teacher.
Dad also took a dozen workers to the teacher's house to do the roof waterproofing project, I only remember my father kept saying, "It's all a small thing, I'll be responsible." ”
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Looking back now, it was thanks to my father that I was able to transfer to a primary school in the county, and then to a junior high school in the county, and finally to enter a key high school and university in Xi'an.
Dad worked as a contractor in the city, leading dozens of people to build houses for others. My daily pick-up and drop-off tasks fell on my uncle, whose car was old but reliable, reassuring to the family. Dad said that picking up and dropping off the children is his main task, and he will do as much as he can when he comes back, and he will pay his uncle by the hour.
The uncle has a relatively gentle personality and always rides slowly. Safety is the most important thing, he said, and there is no need to ride that fast. It was hard for me to understand his thoughts because every time I met the teacher, I felt very embarrassed.
I often urged my uncle: "Uncle, can you hurry up?" But he was always smiling and silent, as if he couldn't understand my troubles.
Every time I went home, I complained to my mother that my uncle was riding too slowly, and I always bumped into the teacher along the way, and I felt very embarrassed. My mother comforted me and said that it didn't matter if I ran into the teachers, just say hello to them. I was embarrassed and embarrassed about my uncle's worn-out bike.
My mother went to talk to my uncle once, and my uncle agreed but didn't change. So, I had to follow my mother's instructions, greet the teacher awkwardly, and then try to avoid communicating with them.
Gradually, I learned to greet others and say "hello" with an awkward smile. But one time, I ran into a math teacher and another teacher, was so nervous that I said something out of place, and then ran away.
I got into college, but my family's situation deteriorated. Dad's construction team was having a hard time, and I was spending more and more money outside. I borrowed some money from my uncle, and although he didn't say much, he would give him some money every time I came home, and he always excused himself.
Last year, my uncle fell ill, and I immediately sent 5,000 yuan. Although my uncle refused to accept it, I knew that the money meant a lot to their family.
My uncle passed away, and I looked at his bicycle and remembered the bits and pieces of my childhood. That old bicycle glittered in the sun, as if it was a symbol of my uncle's love for me and a memory of my childhood.