? In the five days after you left, I was restless every day and thought of you from time to time. It seems that your kind smiling face is still in front of my eyes, and I can touch it as soon as I reach out. However, I can't keep you anyway.

? How are you doing in heaven? I hope you can have a good life. When you should enjoy it, God is unfair and let you go. You must enjoy it in heaven. Don't be afraid, we have been worried.

? That night five days ago, after studying at night, I learned that you were missing in the WeChat family group. Everyone is very anxious, looking for you everywhere, and family members are also spreading about you in the circle of friends. I am also afraid that bad luck will befall you, but I always believe that you will come back safely with a kind heart.

? Because I am at school, I can't help it even if I am in a hurry. I can only fidget, toss and turn, and I haven't fallen asleep at two o'clock in the morning. Your kind smiling face seems to be right in front of my eyes. In my heart, Qian Qian prayed to the Buddha to bless you for thousands of times, holding on to his mobile phone and trying to get your news. But, nothing.

? At seven o'clock, I opened WeChat, and my relatives said they found you at six in the morning. Now in the first aid, the situation is not good. I didn't think much at the time. I always believed that you would get better. Until noon, relatives said that the rescue was invalid. My heart is broken like broken glass. I know that people live and die, but I don't want this day to come so soon. At that time, my world collapsed in half. Your kind smiling face comes to mind, so real. Holding a bowl of rice, I told myself to eat and cry, but I didn't cry.

You left, relatives said, the reason why you disappeared was that you fell down while cutting and pulling bamboo, and you fainted after cerebral hemorrhage. I'm surprised that you stayed in the fields of Alatano all night, and only your last breath was left after the first aid. I know, you must be struggling. You must have called your uncles countless times, but in the end you were desperate. Relatives said that when they were looking for you that night, they went to the wasteland to look for you. They are not far from where you fainted, so they went back to find you somewhere else. Fate plays tricks on people. On the brink of life and death, God pushes you to the brink of death. If my relatives had taken a few more steps that day, would your kind smiling face really have appeared in front of me? When I call you "Uncle", you will slowly look up and smile and answer me "Hey".

I wasn't there the day of your funeral. I have no courage. I can't face you in the coffin. I'm afraid I can't help shaking your cold body and shouting "don't go."

I always believe that there has never been any funeral for you in this world. You're always there, always there.