I am 26 years old and live with my parents in a new first-tier city. Two years ago, I met my girlfriend Xiaoqian, and our relationship is developing smoothly, and we are planning to hold a wedding after the Chinese New Year.
The day before yesterday, my aunt's youngest son got married and sent an invitation. Since my mom was sick and hospitalized, my dad needed to take care of her, so I had to go to the wedding on behalf of the whole family and explain the situation to my aunt by the way. When Xiaoqian learned about it, she went with me.
After getting out of the car, Xiaoqian became curious about my old house, so I took her over, and the two chatted while walking. Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure in a garbage heap.
I carefully confirmed that I didn't recognize the wrong person, and hurriedly shouted: "Uncle Jiawang." ”
Uncle Jiawang looked up and was ecstatic when he saw me, but the dirt on his body made him hesitate. I walked up to him, said hello, and learned that I was going back the next day, and he invited me to his house for dinner before leaving, and I agreed.
Xiaoqian was curious and asked who my Uncle Wang was. As she asked, memories flooded back to her mind.
Twenty-six years ago, I was born in Caojia Village, where almost everyone has the surname Cao and has an intricate blood relationship. Uncle Jiawang is also a member of the Cao family, and his full name is Cao Jiawang. I heard my dad say that their blood relationship has been estranged, but in this village, everyone is of the same clan and clan, and they don't see each other when they look up, so they naturally have to maintain basic politeness.
Uncle Jiawang is a hard-working man. When he was three years old, he became seriously ill, and his family turned from rich to poor. The disability of his left foot made it difficult for him to move, and the early death of his father left him dependent on his mother. As an adult, he was unable to find a wife due to his family's poverty. His mother interceded for him, but no one wanted to marry a poor and disabled man.
When he was 30 years old, his mother also died, and Uncle Jiawang became lonely, living by farming and picking up scraps. Our family didn't have a close relationship with him, but he reached out when I was 16 years old and in crisis.
My father was seriously ill, and the medical bills drained the family's savings and left him with a lot of debt. My mother was going to ask the school to intercede, but Uncle Jiawang suddenly walked in and handed my mother a piece of cloth, which was actually 5,000 yuan. He said: "I was unable to study because I was sick, which became my biggest regret. Xiao Yong's academic performance is so good, it is material for going to college, but it can't be delayed. ”
We are grateful that this money has relieved my urgent needs. Ten years later, when I returned to my hometown and learned about Uncle Jiawang's plight, I decided to invite him to live in my house.
My dad offered him to come to our house and maybe get a job. I was moved to repay his kindness, and went to Uncle Jiawang's house to persuade him to come to my house.
At first, he was reluctant to do so, fearing that he would be a burden to me. I persuaded Xiaoqian for a long time before he agreed, saying that he was willing to come over and have a look. Although raising one more person will increase my stress, the grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated, and I do not want to live up to his help.
This is Mr. Cao's story. What advice do you have for him?