When I was a child, my grandfather's family had an old neighbor with a young surname, and they escaped from the desert with my great-grandfather a long time ago.
What impressed me the most about their family was the boy called "Peace".
When I was six or seven years old, I returned to my grandparents, and every time I played on the street, I always encountered the peace of the young family. (That is, the mentally retarded child in everyone's eyes).
I didn't think he was stupid at the time, because he could understand what everyone said, he just spoke a little slurred, and the friends who played with him called peace "big tongue" in front of him or behind his back. ”
Heping, who was probably six or seven years older than us, carried a basket on his back all day long, went up the mountain to pick up branches in the spring, went up the mountain to collect pigweed in the summer, picked up ears of grain in the autumn, and went up the mountain to collect cow dung in the winter.
Perhaps because of his neighbors, Heping smiled at me, and I never called him like any other child; 'Big Tongue', but he is called 'Uncle' according to the generation of the village. ’
Once, when I was out playing, I happened to meet him, and he looked at me with a smile and said something slurred, and I didn't understand it for a while, and looked at him with some confusion.
Heping waved his hand at me and motioned for me to approach him, and I cautiously walked over to see Heping pulling out a handful of tender green apricots from his shabby army-green satchel.
He put the apricot in my hand, didn't speak, smiled and left, looking at his figure completely shrouded in the back basket, the young me inexplicably surged with an indescribable sadness.
Later, because of school, I left my grandparents, my friends who got along day and night, and left the small mountain village. I didn't see the figure with the bamboo basket on his back again.
Not long ago, I met Fa Xiao when I was a child, and we talked together for a long time, and from his mouth, I learned about the recent situation of peace.
It is said that after the death of Heping's parents, he has been living with his sister and brother-in-law, and later his sister's family moved to the city, disgusted with Heping's strange temper and not knowing how dirty, so he was placed in an abandoned construction site, so the low gatehouse on the construction site became a peaceful dwelling, and there was no water and electricity, and his sister sometimes did not deliver him food in time, and the people around him who knew about it helped him a little, and in the three years of the epidemic, I don't know how he survived.
Listen to the hair**; Heping once had a fever, and he lay on his broken bed without temperature for seven or eight days, without taking a single pill, and was curedPerhaps, God is also taking care of this lonely and helpless person.
In fact, peace itself is a five-guarantee household, enjoying the country's subsistence allowance, and life will not come to such a point, but we outsiders do not know the reason for this. As I listened to Fa Xiao's narrative, I couldn't help but feel a deep sympathy for peace. In my childhood memories, he was always the smiling kid with a heavy backpack on his back, and although he was called "Big Tongue" by those around him, he was always so kind and so helpful. I was deeply touched by his attitude towards life, his spirit of smiling no matter what the circumstances.
However, the tricks of fate have made his life so difficult. Without the love of their parents, the dislike of their relatives, and even living in an abandoned construction site, without water and electricity, they do not even have basic living security. I can't imagine how he survived in that environment, let alone how he survived the fever. His strength and vitality shocked me and made my heart ache at the same time.
I think that he is not stupid for peace, he just lives in a simple way in this complex world. His world may be small, but his heart is big enough to contain all the pain and misfortune. His presence, like a mirror, reflects some of the dark sides of our humanity and makes us have to reflect. I hope that something can be done for peace, at least to improve his life somewhat. I know that the power of one person is limited, but I believe that as long as we are willing to do it, to care, to help, we can bring a trace of warmth and hope to peace and more people like Heping. Peace, I hope you can live strongly, and I believe that no matter how much suffering life brings you, you can face it in your way, with a smile. Your story has made me see the complexity of human nature, and it has also made me see the beauty of human nature. You are the eternal "uncle" in my heart. Social variety