I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

Recently, uncles and aunts have been rehearsing intensively for the Double Ninth Festival.

Lin Qinglan did not go to the classroom to disturb them. She handed the matter of the stage sound system to the logistics teacher. She returned to the office and opened the Maojian tea that she had bought but had not drunk yet.

I slowly brewed a pot of tea for myself.

After drinking a cup, I decisively changed it to milk tea.

The milk tea she ordered hadn't arrived yet, but it arrived first by accident.

The Hulusi teacher called her several times in a row.

"Principal Lin, Uncle Liao is missing. He said he was going to the bathroom and he hasn't come back in an hour." There was fear in the young teacher's voice, and he almost cried after hearing it.

Lin Qinglan quickly comforted him: "Don't worry, are you sure there is nothing in the toilet?"

"I checked all eight toilets on the four floors, and also several toilets on campus, but I couldn't find anyone there."

Lin Qinglan now began to regret that she had installed too many toilets. It was really hard to find them.

"I'll go to the security room to check the surveillance. You stay in the classroom and tell me if there's any news."

As soon as Lin Qinglan went downstairs, she saw Wang Dapeng running over with a team of security guards.

"Principal Lin, I just saw someone climbing over the back wall on the surveillance camera. It was a man with a very dark face."

Wang Dapeng felt that he had been slapped in the face again. A man in his sixties or seventies climbed over the wall right under their noses, and the people they sent to chase him had not even caught up with him.

According to the security guard who chased after him, the old man climbed over the wall with one hand, and he didn't look like he had any mobility issues at all.

After landing, he rode his 28-inch bicycle away.

Lin Qinglan's eyes went dark. She knew it was Uncle Liao without even looking at the surveillance camera.

The 78-year-old retired soldier still holds a military rank. He has been awarded the title of "Gun King" in the army and is also proficient in combat.

I ride my bike ten kilometers to school every day just to practice military boxing in their beautifully green school.

Uncle Liao always brings her shock.

The last time was when the military district called and asked for a special car to pick him up after school.

This time he climbed over the wall during class time and skipped class.

Lin Qinglan asked Wang Dapeng and others to go out of the school to look for him, while notifying Uncle Liao's family.

The person who answered the phone was Uncle Liao's nephew. When he heard Lin Qinglan say that Uncle Liao had skipped class, his first reaction was not to ask where he was, but to ask if the money for this class could be refunded.

She remembered that Uncle Liao came alone on the day of registration, and his nephew didn't even join the parent-school group.

"I don't know where he went, and don't ask me. I'm very busy." Uncle Liao's nephew's words were very unfriendly.

"My uncle is old and has a mental illness. He likes to run outside every day. We can't control him. As long as he doesn't die outside, that's fine."

Before hanging up the phone, the sound of mahjong playing came from the receiver and someone asked who was calling.

Uncle Liao's nephew sneered: "The senior citizen university my uncle went to took a taxi."

"He is a lonely man, and the money will be left to me sooner or later. If it weren't for the money in his hands, I would have kicked him out long ago."

"There's no one left in his family. They're all dead."

"I was kind enough to leave him a meal."

A triumphant laugh came from the receiver.

Lin Qinglan recorded everything in her recording, and cursed inwardly: "Beast."

"Host, don't panic. I'll see if I can locate you." In the technical field, Xiao De couldn't understand how 78-year-old Uncle Liao climbed over a 2m-high wall.

I don’t understand why Uncle Liao’s nephew could use such frivolous language to hurt an elderly man who is related to him by blood.

Lin Qinglan felt a little heavy-hearted. Uncle Liao was a serious man, and behind his silence were unspeakable scars.

"Host! We found Uncle Liao." Xiao De exclaimed.

"This location... is a cemetery."

……

On the outskirts of the city, Martyrs Cemetery.

Uncle Liao put his bicycle away and took out a bottle of wine and a box of peanut candy from the basket.

After arranging the tributes, he wiped the tombstone inch by inch with a folded handkerchief.

His fingertips stroked the black and white photo in the middle of the tombstone.

"Son, Dad is here to see you." Uncle Liao sat beside the tombstone and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Dad went to the senior citizen university this year. The school environment is very good. I am very happy there. You don't have to worry about me."

"I brought you your favorite peanut candy."

"Your cousin and his family have a hard time, and I am a burden to them."

"You and your mother wait for me down there. When I can't survive any longer, I'll go down to find you."

Uncle Liao, with gray hair, hugged the tombstone helplessly and cried, like a child who couldn't find his home.

He was crying, he and his family would never see each other again in this life.

"Dad used to hold you to the standard of an excellent soldier. You have become an excellent soldier. I am proud of you."

"If you are still willing to be my son in the next life, all I wish for you is health and safety."

The relationship between Uncle Liao and his son is not like that of father and son, but more like that of superiors and subordinates or comrades-in-arms.

Both of them are not good at expressing themselves, but they understand the love of family members hidden in their actions.

His son wanted to be in the air force, and Uncle Liao watched him spread his wings and fly high.

I didn't expect the accident to come so soon.

Uncle Liao’s son is an air force pilot. During the mission, the plane malfunctioned. In order to avoid the plane crashing in a residential area, he resolutely changed the flight route, missed the best parachuting opportunity, and unfortunately died.

When Uncle Liao received the news, he had just accompanied his seriously ill wife on her final journey.

He handled the funeral of his wife and son alone.

He lived alone for three years until the house in his hometown was demolished and his nephew came to take him to the city.

He gave half of the demolition compensation to his nephew and stayed in their house.

It's not that he doesn't know what his nephew is thinking, but he doesn't need to care about anything now.

After finishing his last glass of wine, Uncle Liao patted the tombstone and said, "Dad skipped class today. I should go back now."

Lin Qinglan came over and bowed to the tombstone without asking any questions: "I'm here to take Uncle Liao back."

"Principal Xiaolin, this is my son, an outstanding soldier of the People's Liberation Army of China." Uncle Liao's face was full of pride when he mentioned his son.

He cleaned up the tombstone first, stood up and waved: "Son, Dad is going back to class."

Uncle Liao, who jumped down from a wall more than 2 meters high, was walking a little unsteadily.

Lin Qinglan stepped forward to support him. She did not mention what Uncle Liao's nephew said, but just asked: "Uncle Liao, do you want to move to the school?"

Uncle Liao looked at her puzzledly.

"School is also everyone's home, so are you willing to move back home?" Lin Qinglan explained in a low voice.

"Principal Xiaolin, do you know that I live with my nephew?"

"Well, I called him, and he said something that really deserved a beating." Lin Qinglan nodded and spoke her mind, "He said a lot of disrespectful things about you, and I want to teach him a lesson."

Uncle Liao turned around and took another look at the cemetery covered in sunlight, and sighed deeply: "Just do as you say. If I hadn't considered the relationship, I would have taught him a lesson long ago."

"Come on, Principal Kobayashi, let's go home."