Kneel down and beg, uncle-nephew love novel

"Xiaohe" bl has been completed. The beginning of the first chapter: My family is quite a big one. My grandfather *** gave birth to four sons. In fact, four is not too many. It’s just that my dad is the eldest among the brothers, and his youngest brother, my uncle, is twenty years younger than him.

What is the concept of twenty years old?

In other words, when my father gave birth to me at the age of 27, my little uncle was only seven years old.

My second uncle and third uncle, who are 3 and 5 years younger than my dad respectively, gave birth to two granddaughters for my grandfather not long after they got married. As the only grandson in the family, my situation at home can only be described in one sentence: I am afraid of dropping it when I hold it in my hand, and I am afraid of it melting when I hold it in my mouth.

When I was a child, it was so ugly to be surrounded by a bunch of old men, old ladies, uncles and aunts all day long. But who made me small? No autonomy. They like to play tricks on me, and I can only be played by them.

Fortunately, there is someone who suffers the same fate as me. He is my uncle who is the youngest among his peers.

My little uncle is not like his older brothers who look exactly like my grandfather. At a glance, I can tell that my family came from the north. He has dark skin, a tall head and a slender back. My little uncle is just like me. He looks like my grandmother who was a wealthy daughter in our old society. Her skin is tender and tender and her flesh is white and smooth. Moreover, I heard from adults that my uncle has been very smart since he was a child, he is studious and inquiring, and he will definitely be a talent in the future.

Every time I hear them say this, I shrink to the corner and cover my mouth and snicker.

It rains a lot in the south. When I was in elementary school, I was a forgetful person. Every time before I went out, the weather was gloomy and it was obvious that it was going to rain. My mother repeatedly told me to bring an umbrella, but I always forgot about it in the last three seconds before going out. .

The result was that I was trapped in the classroom in the pouring rain. My dad was too busy working at the Social Security Bureau to pick me up; not to mention my mom, she was never free in the college entrance examination class she taught. So the task of welcoming me home was naturally given to my uncle who was studying in junior high school nearby.

If my uncle comes too late and makes me bored in the classroom, every time I get back to my house downstairs, I will jump off my uncle’s back and get soaked in the rain. Then, with wet clothes and red eyes, I told my mother that my uncle held the umbrella too far toward himself, causing me to get caught in the rain.

My mother doesn’t understand the actual situation either, so she feels distressed...but what can I do if she is even wet? My little uncle is their pet peeve, just like me. He is reluctant to scold, and even less likely to take action. So my mother would double compensate me and buy me a lot of snacks. Every time I ask my mother to buy me lollipops because I know my uncle also loves them. I would hold the candy handle in my hand, lick, lick, and suck with my little tongue, smacking my lips and pacing back and forth in front of him, shaking my head. Every time he stood still and looked at me like a fossil.

He just let me bully him so honestly, and the adults actually said he was smart and flexible. What kind of world is this?

harry end