Abstract: The uncle who had worked conscientiously in the community for 12 years was fired. He was helpless and sad. The child was on summer vacation and insisted on going to his grandma’s house. I really couldn't resist my child, so I had to move forward. Before I left, I learned that the man who was guarding the community was going to be fired. In fact, this matter had been brewing for a long time. I was really ashamed of my lack of information. The reason why he hasn't left yet is because he still wants to fight for his last rights and interests. Listening to the uncle's detailed explanation, I couldn't help but feel very emotional.
The uncle has worked in this community for nearly 12 years and is the first receptionist after the community was built. Naturally, I did not sign a labor contract when working as a gatekeeper, nor did I pay five social insurances and one housing fund. I only received a monthly salary of 1,200 yuan. In this way, the uncle continued to work conscientiously for 12 years without any complaints, until the developer company handed over the property to the sanitation company. After becoming an emperor and a courtier, the uncle was kicked out. After all, this job is also needed by many people. When the uncle was about to move out, there was a lawyer in the community who gave the uncle some advice. According to the labor law, if you are fired after working in a company for more than 10 years, you will have to make up one month's salary every year. This means that the company needs to pay the uncle 14,400 yuan, which is almost fifteen thousand yuan. But the company wouldn't give it. The uncle's salary was reduced to 10,000, but the company still wouldn't give it. In desperation, the uncle could only become a "nail household" and would not leave without paying him. If the uncle doesn't leave, others will naturally not be able to come over, and things will be at a standstill. In fact, the uncle has no other choice. As an illiterate veteran, what else can he do? You can only fight for your own interests in this desolate and tragic way, which is understandable.
I stayed at my child’s grandma’s house for three days. When I came back, the house was empty. I don't know how things work out. I hope I got compensation! Only the two small bungalows where the uncle once lived were left standing alone, exuding the desolation of emptiness. When I went out to throw out the trash at night, there were no lights on in the old man's hut, no sound from the TV, and no old man lying leisurely on the recliner. The quiet room was so empty that it made people panic, and the hut was filled with the thick desolation smeared by the night. It's hard to express the feelings in my heart. I don’t know where the human face is, but the autumn wind still smiles in vain.
I became familiar with the uncle about a year after we moved to this community. The community is not big, with three buildings. I live in the middle building. My unit happens to be directly opposite the uncle's caretaker's cabin. Almost every time I go out, I will meet the uncle. Sometimes he is watching TV in the house, sometimes he is walking in the community, cleaning the corners and walking around. There is no doubt that the uncle is dedicated and has the diligence and persistence of a veteran. Sometimes when friends come to visit me, I tell them with emotion that this uncle is so serious and responsible. The friends smiled knowingly but didn't seem to really understand. Maybe they find it hard to believe that someone could do this. At this moment, I felt infinite desolation in my heart. The conscientious uncle regards the community as his home and takes care of every inch of the community wholeheartedly. Who's quarreling, who's moved out, who's moved in, who's working where, who's solar panel forgot to turn off... everything is detailed, meticulous, and even a little gossipy. This means that he regards the community as his home, even though he does not have a house of one square meter in this community! Every time I think about this, I don’t know who to tell the various emotions in my heart. Such a conscientious old man, who cherished the community as a home, was cruelly kicked out. What's even more ironic is that because the community is too small, the Environmental Sanitation Bureau is actually unwilling to take over it if it doesn't make money! I understood the uncle’s helplessness and anger, and I also understood why the uncle pulled out the dense and vigorous rose flowers on the fence. After 12 years of growing roses, the roses that had become one of the few beautiful sights in the community were pulled out and thrown away out of grief and indignation, cruelly and helplessly.
The uncle lives alone all year round. He only goes to his daughter’s house for meals on August 15th every year and during the Chinese New Year. My wife may have passed away early. Ever since I moved here, I have been alone. Stay in your cabin all year round. Lonely and lonely. This community is his home without a house. There is an open space to the east of the hut. Every season, home-cooked vegetables such as potatoes and eggplants always appear. Under the careful care of the uncle, they become green, strong and happy. Sometimes I pick a few, which are pure green and rare to find in the city. Later, at the request of the City's Civilization Office, green plants were planted, with dark red leaves and dark green stems, all uniform and lifeless. The builders of urban civilization have not spared even these few square meters of land. Their work attitude is indeed admirable, but their understanding of civilization cannot be complimented.
I like washing my own car. I just carry a bucket down every time, go directly to the uncle's house to collect water, wash the car, and talk to the uncle for a few words. Maybe it's because I've been alone for a long time, and the uncle's topics are like water flowing out of the faucet. I just listened quietly and chimed in a few words from time to time. When the car was washed, the uncle's mood was as if the car had just been washed, clean and bright. Sometimes he even offered to carry water for me. In fact, I had almost finished washing and couldn’t use that much water, but I still poured out all the uncle’s kindness on the already clean car. Later, he gave me a bucket and told me Put it in the storage room and you won't even have to carry a bucket when washing the car in the future. There is a market near the community, about 10 minutes' drive. I remember one time, I was going to go to the market. When I went downstairs, I saw my uncle in the house and asked me a question.
Uncle, let’s go to the market together. The uncle was very happy and said that he also wanted to buy some kidney beans, but he was worried about how to get there. I felt very happy and did one more thing for my uncle.
My interactions with the uncle are these ordinary and even mundane things. But the uncle’s diligence, simplicity, and seriousness infected me. Although we are not related by blood, we seem to be relatives. We are all thinking about each other, and there is a vague but clear warmth. This is a valuable life experience that I will keep, treasure, and enjoy for the rest of my life.
When the old waves recede, new waves will follow. But there may not always be a rainbow after the rain, and the place may be a mess. The old people have gone and the new people have not arrived. This gap leaves more than just a blank space. What did the departed leave behind, and what will the new arrivals bring? Embody the reality of humanity at work. It truly makes everyone feel that he has become one of us. Habitual and natural. If you only regard work as work, you will lose the meaning of work and even deviate from the essence of life. Everyone is busy running for life, caressing about things, being exquisitely self-interested, going home tired, sighing helplessly, falling asleep alone, and continuing to repeat the annoying yesterday after dawn. The meaning of life has escaped, and the joy of living has died prematurely. What can be done? The twinkling stars dot the night sky, and the unforgettable shooting stars make people endlessly memorable; the noisy frogs are the unique background music of summer. Without such notes, summer will change its color. Stop from time to time, slow down, listen to the sound of the wind, breathe in the smell of sunshine, and appreciate the purity of nature. Maybe you will feel much better.
I don’t know what my uncle’s life will be like in the future. Will he still work? But I can imagine that there was too much sadness and desolation in the tall and lonely back of the uncle when he left the community. I was far away from home at that time, unable to say goodbye, leaving no regrets. Such regret may last a lifetime.
I can only wish the uncle silently in my heart and hope that he will be happy and healthy in the future! (Editor: Deputy Editor)