But after all, these people have gone to work so far away, and it is difficult for them to come back.

But Huang Xiaobei believed that his uncle would definitely come back to see him.

The phone calls were frequent in the first year. The uncle said that he was doing well there, but without Huang Xiaobei, there were fewer opportunities to make meritorious deeds. But don't worry, the uncle will definitely come back to see you during the Chinese New Year.

But I didn't expect anything.

There were fewer phone calls in the second year. My uncle seemed to have been promoted again and his work was even busier than last year.

In the third year, there were only two phone calls.

After the fourth year, there was no phone call anymore, and there was no news from him completely.

Even if Huang Xiaobei called him, the number would be empty.

Putting down Didi's phone in his hand, Huang Xiaobei didn't feel much sadness. He just glanced at his mouth and said, "I knew it was like this."

It's quite normal. If you're not related to me, you wouldn't be able to do that much.

From then on, Huang Xiaobei never took the initiative to find the police uncle again, and the uncle never showed up again.

Over time, Huang Xiaobei forgot about this policeman uncle who appeared in his childhood life. He occasionally thought of it and laughed it off.

This is actually the case between people. As time goes by and the distance becomes far, it will fade away.

But a few years ago, when Huang Xiaobei's father died of illness, Huang Xiaobei unexpectedly received a remittance of 100,000 yuan.

The money came very unexpectedly, almost falling from the sky, and the name of the remitter was blank.

No matter how Huang Xiaobei searched for this weird account information, he couldn't find anything of value. The only thing he knew was that the account belonged to Myanmar.

Not long after, Huang Xiaobei received another remittance, this time a little less than 20,000 yuan. It happened to be the time when he failed the college entrance examination, but this time the remitter wrote a sentence on it.

"Let your boy study hard."

Looking at the words on the remittance slip, Huang Xiaobei was stunned for a long time.

Holding the remittance slip in his hand, Huang Xiaobei felt uncertain.

He didn't want to think of the policeman because it was impossible!

We haven’t seen each other for so many years, and there were still phone calls in the first three years, but there were no phone calls in the next few years. The uncle is afraid that he has forgotten him. Even if the uncle really knows that his father died of illness, there is no need for him to do so.

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Even though he didn't want to think about it, those familiar words still reminded him of the police uncle in his childhood.

But, we haven’t seen each other for so many years, and the uncle is probably married, so how can we still remember him as a vague person?

He has his life, and I have my life. We are all just passers-by in the other person's life. Haha, it can't be his.

Huang Xiaobei smiled bitterly and didn't want to think about it anymore.

Okay, the most noteworthy thing happened.

When Huang Xiaobei was recruited by Fanzhuo School to study abroad, Huang Xiaobei received the last remittance from that strange account.

Thirty thousand yuan. This time, the remitter only wrote four words on it.

"I feel relieved."

He received a total of 150,000 yuan one after another. Even if Huang Xiaobei was a fool, he should have guessed something, but he was still like that. He always felt that his uncle had forgotten him. This money might belong to some rich man. Look at him.

It was so miserable that I sent him out of kindness.

Huang Xiaobei said that he would pay back the money sooner or later, but he just didn't know who to pay it back to.

Do you want to give it to the uncle? But, it shouldn’t be him. After so many years, I have forgotten him. Will he still remember me?

Vaguely, I seemed to be able to hear the uncle’s helpless laughter.

You thought he had forgotten you, but he was always paying attention to you silently behind your back.

----------small theater.

"Hey brat, do you know where uncle grew up when he was a child?"

Huang Xiaobei stared at the ice cream in his hand with all his attention, and said very perfunctorily: "Where else can I be? At home."

"Haha, I was half right. My uncle grew up at home before he was ten years old, and he was in an orphanage after he was ten years old."

"Then why didn't you go back home after you turned ten? Do your parents like to beat you?"

"Huh. How can I put it this way? Your uncle's and my experiences are more like those in Hong Kong movies. My father and mother are probably the kind of people in Hong Kong movies who were retaliated by criminals and then wiped out the whole family."

"Well, uncle was very lucky back then. He was playing outside. When he came home, he didn't see any gangsters. He only saw two corpses. Haha, he was so scared that I had to go to an orphanage for a year before I could speak again."

The uncle smiled and touched Huang Xiaobei's little head.

"You know why uncle wants to be a policeman and not get married and have children, right? I really don't want to follow the same path as my biological father. Hey, don't say in the future that I can't find a wife because I'm ugly."

Looking at the gentle and free-spirited uncle in front of him, Huang Xiaobei lowered his head and said softly "Oh."

The uncle is so miserable, but why can he still laugh?

Many years later, when Huang Xiaobei was studying in England, he accidentally came into contact with the works of a Russian writer named Gogol. He had a unique creative technique called "tears of laughter."

For some reason, Huang Xiaobei suddenly remembered his uncle's smile that afternoon.
Chapter completed!