father

My friend decided to help me look at the chart. At eleven o'clock in the evening, she drank some wine and said that it was to see more accurate. There is nothing more pleasing than this: we decided to believe in something and set it up by it.

I walked around at home, put the mask on my face, listened to her analysis of the various things about me at WeChat, as if listening to another person's gossip - this person is very familiar with me and not very close. I am very happy to know myself more deeply with this kind of gaze, and I know that this is not a busy thing.

Then she said: A very important person in your life is your father, and his influence on you is very big.

My first reaction was: What? Is it? Dad?

His smiling face appears in his mind without calling, and this smile has recently become stubborn and bitter – as if he didn’t understand what was going on. The image of his mournful and helpless middle-aged man: getting fatter and his hair is greasy.

I can't think of any influence he has on me. Sometimes I feel that I am the opposite of him. In fact, a few days ago I just hanged his phone and told him not to call me again about the old tune.

He tried to threaten me: "That is, don't contact again?"

"That's best." I said with anger.

I don't know if he feels sad. In fact, I think he should have been used to it for a long time, not too sad about anything. In a few days, he really made a phone call if he had nothing to do, and asked me if I was late.

He was not trustworthy since he was a child. I have had trouble with him several times. The child seat in front of the bicycle was a bit problematic, and he assured me that there would be nothing. But every time, every time, when turning right at the intersection at home, he always rushed into the canal because he was stuck in the handlebars. I sat on the front bumper and waited calmly for the moment with great horror.

An adult is not as wise as a five-year-old child.

He has never been lucky once. I had the opportunity to go to college. As a result, because one ear was not good, I didn’t make it. After that, the contemporary class teacher couldn’t turn it back. The bricks that had been pulled in the brick factory for a long time were transferred to do the technology. The engineers worked together for several years and eventually failed. The brick and tile factory was restructured. He turned his head and protested and left on his own. He opened a factory with friends and slept every day at midnight. From the early morning, he didn’t earn a penny... but He is always a carefree look, always put his hands in his trouser pockets and sing songs. He thinks that he is singing like Zhou Huajian.

When he was younger, he made me feel new and again and again, and eventually became disappointed.

When I was very young, he tried to grow strawberries in the yard. We have never grown a strawberry there, and he feels that he can definitely sell it for a good price. I go to see it every day, and Dad lets me water the strawberries. I hoped for a long time, the strawberries grew out, and they were small and sour. He gave me joy to eat with his brother, and we both frowned and ate. The neighbors came over and curiously tasted it. Of course, it is impossible to sell it.

Then he didn't know where to get a few pheasants. No one has ever seen pheasants in the village. He fancied that he could subsidize the family by raising pheasants and selling wild eggs. The pheasant screamed screaming all day, and the eggs were born a lot, but no one bought them at all. He knelt down and gave it to the uncle, and the uncle accepted it reluctantly.

Later, he dug a piece of land at the door of the house into a pond and raised crabs. After two years of hard work, the light feed has cost a lot of money, but the crabs are not long. The person who knows how to say that we are close to the sea, the water is salty, and there is no big crab. Finally, I still filled the pond and continued to farm.

That's it, nothing can be done.

When I was young, my father wore a white shirt and his hair was slightly rolled. He was the most handsome man in the village. He loves to laugh with the women in the village. For a time, my mother felt that he was too close to a female colleague in the factory. When the transplant was inserted, the female colleague also came to help. Mom pointed out to me: "It's her." I was already very clever and said to my mother, "What, it doesn't look good at all." Mom was a little happy: "I told your dad to tell you that he was scared to death. Let me not say it." Later, it will not be there.

Dad loves to go out and likes to travel. For the first time, I brought a bottle of Coke back with joy. I sat face to face with my younger brother and took out the cup to drink. I only thought it was weird and not disappointing. Every time he arrives in a new place, he can quickly identify the direction and not fear in a strange place. I took the car to my new home alone for the first time. I asked him to take a taxi after the MRT. As a result, he took a bag and took the bus himself. “There are a lot of buses available!” He wandered around the community for a few laps and figured out the terrain.

What is the use of this skill? He has not been to any distant places. Although he wrote well in words, it was useless, but he was called to write accounts when he always had a happy event or a funeral in the village.

Curiosity is strong, innocent, childish. I like to buy things that I can't use. I bought two hundred yuan to buy a machine that can make soy milk without cooking. I can also twist meat... He is very happy to show off to us. I told my brother that he was cheated, and he was very upset. He threw things on the table and broke a spoon.

He is like a small partner who is only older than us. I never thought that he was a "father" and could only be a "dad."

He always wants to go out to play and go out to play. After dinner, he also went out to play. Mom asked me and my brother to secretly follow him to see what he was going to play. The moon is so bright, my brother and I are secretly behind him, hiding in the shadows of the haystacks and the wheat fields. After a while, I couldn't see his back and lost it. I blame each other with my brother. At this moment, my father’s loud voice came from afar... My brother and I recognized the voice and kept up with him.

Dad didn't do anything. He walked freely on the small road, singing a song himself, in the empty fields.

It is such a person. But ah... I was lying in bed that night, thinking of a friend, the tears suddenly fell. "Yes, you are right. Dad is the one who has the most influence on me. He made me become my own."

Dad, Dad.