"That second uncle who has been up to no good since he was a child, lazy and greedy, took my grandma’s money and left ages ago to roam around?" An Ping was worried about mishearing, so he confird.
"You are completely right." An Shuchao nodded in agreent.
"He’s been gone for over ten years, what’s he coming back for now?" An Hao imdiately knew nothing good was afoot; those people earlier probably had sothing to do with him.
"After so long? I even thought he was dead! Yet he’s back."
"Don’t talk nonsense. That’s your second uncle!" An Shuchao glared at An Ping and sighed helplessly, "Your second uncle has indeed ssed up! But he doesn’t have much ti left; he’s terminally ill! The family has been wandering outside for a long ti, coming back only because they’ve hit rock bottom!"
"Dad, are you overflowing with sympathy?" An Hao didn’t have a good impression of this second uncle. In her mind, he had another na: troublemaker. "Did he cause trouble or owe money outside? Those people at the door must be here to collect debts, right? He definitely brought them."
An Shuchao neither admitted nor denied: "I know you don’t like him..."
"It’s more than just dislike." An Ping spat on the floor, "Can you even call what he’s done human acts?"
An Ping’s impression of his second uncle was vague, but what he had done was engraved in his mind.
When he was little, grandma would boil an egg to help him with nutrients.
He wouldn’t get to eat it because his second uncle would snatch it away.
His second uncle was lazy, stealing hens and grain from the production team, and would compete for food at ho after eating outside.
"That’s all in the past. Now he’s destitute, can’t make a living, and is full of ailnts. If I, as his elder brother, don’t care for him, wouldn’t he die on the street?" Despite his brother being utterly hopeless, the blood ties ant he couldn’t turn a blind eye.
"Die on the street? Bro, who wants to die on the street?" Along with the sound of the door opening ca a lazy, listless voice.
An Hao’s second uncle, nad An Baoguo.
Baoguo, Baoguo, protect the country. Such a great na with deep aning.
But the second uncle not only failed to protect the country, he couldn’t even take care of himself.
From soone roving outside becoming neither human nor ghost, now he’s beco neither human nor ghost from loafing around.
He’s had enough wandering, returned ho, found himself a nice place to retire.
"Baoguo, co in quickly! See who’s all here now." An Shuchao beckoned to his younger brother.
An Baoguo stepped over the threshold, glanced at An Hao and An Ping sitting in the room, and snorted coldly: "You two little brats! Just waiting for your second uncle to die, aren’t you?"
"How could you say that! Who’s wishing you’d die? We’re all hoping for your well-being!" An Shuchao chastised softly, "Baoguo, you aren’t getting any younger, you’re quite old now, can’t you act mature?"
"Bro, is this my fault? You tell these two brats, second uncle hasn’t returned ho for a long ti, spent over ten years out there and finally making his way ho, only to catch a terminal illness! You see, I’m already feeling rough inside! Yet they curse !" An Baoguo spoke angrily.
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