When I was six years old, I went to my uncle's house to play.

The wolfdog he raised suddenly lunged at me and left a scar on my forehead.
I was so scared I peed my pants when my uncle came out smoking and said: Serves you right!
Why did you tease the dog with your reckless hands? Why didn't it bite you to death!
Now that scar has become my "anger switch," his son got married and asked to borrow 100k yuan from me,
I said "No money! He's hospitalized and seeking companionship, no time!"
Grandma advised me to forgive, I said unless the dog can lick my forehead scar flat!
Last month, he was in the late stage of liver cancer, suddenly sent someone with a box of children's scar removal ointment...
I stared at the production date (2006 ) and burst into tears,
The blunt-talking but kind-hearted uncle made me carry guilt for a lifetime...