My father, named Cheng Dashao, is Chinese New Year's Eve years old today, and he has a nickname that has been forgotten by his family: Lao Fat, this name was given to him by his grandfather who doted on him very much, but this nickname seems to have lived in my father's memory, because my amiable grandfather died of illness when I was five years old, and this nickname has become my father's deep memory and longing for my grandfather.

When I was a child, my father was chubby, so everyone liked to call him old fat, and his fat face as a child has become thin with the passage of time, and everyone has gradually forgotten this name.

My father, kind-hearted, loves to laugh, but seems to be a little stubborn, and when he gets angry, it seems that the family can't afford to provoke him, when he was a child, he was always ridiculed by his family: "The family is a hero, and the door is a bear", but when he grew up, he didn't seem to have become a bear...... If I could do it all over again, I really hope that my dad can turn into a bear, at least cute.

Because of his impulsive love, he has made a lot of mistakes, big and small, from childhood to adulthood, and even now, he still gets into trouble from time to time. But I'm his only nemesis in this family, and he never dares to get angry with me, oh no~ there's another one, and he can't afford to mess with my sister-in-law!

My father, who always causes trouble, uses his 30 years to perfectly interpret his absurd life, kindness is the innate excellent gene of our family, everyone lives very happily, does not quarrel with others, everything is to retreat first, and suffer a little loss for himself, of course, my father is a maverick in this family.

Dad is thirty years old this year, and they all say that they are thirty and stand, start a family, and have a happy family, but my absurd and nonsensical father is a misstep into a thousand years of hatred, and I have lost my home, so that I can no longer experience the warmth from my father and mother when the two of them are together, so pitiful>

My dad didn't like to talk after the divorce, and I didn't see him smile, every time I saw his face that should have fascinated a girl, he was destroyed into a decadent middle-aged uncle, it looked so lonely, lonely, I would go over to tease him, let him laugh, every time my dad was teased by me, he would always be happy to accompany me crazy for a while, and then returned to his original expressionlessness, his eyes revealed a strong sense of inferiority, and my dad seemed to be really depressed.

For a long, long time, I didn't see him at all, and I went home in the middle of the night and went to bed every day, and when I woke up, I left, and so on and so forth. I don't know why, because I only said a word to him once a week, or if I deliberately woke him up when I went to school and told him that I went to school, and he would always pick me up and let me kiss him, but I didn't kiss him every time, because my father's beard would stick to me.

I once asked my father, "Dad, don't you love me anymore?" and my father said to me, "How can you be, you are Daddy's little princess, you are more important than anything else in this world!" and stroked my head, and then walked away again...... For an eight-year-old me, maybe play is more straightforward.

My dad still has nothing to do, and he lives a little muddy all day, I see it in my eyes and worry about him in my heart, but I can't help him with anything, I can only try not to make him angry, and try to make myself very well-behaved.

But recently, my dad has changed a little, although he used to tell me stories while I was sleeping, but always jumped to tell me to lie, a very long story was told by him only three sentences, now my dad will arrange for me to go to bed every day and tell me stories quietly and slowly until I fall asleep, the only difference is that only me and my dad are left in this family.

Dad's change didn't make me feel that my home was scattered, because Dad's strong love made me feel that I was the happiest child in the world, and I didn't feel any different just because my mother left. Because of the grandfather, grandmother, aunt, and my dear father in this family, they are full of love for me, and with this full love, this is my real home.

Don't look at my dad who is a little decadent now, but he used to be not like this, let me tell you about my dad's absurd and uninhibited thirty years.

Listen to the grandparents: the former father is high-spirited, young and frivolous, and he is also a talent, bold and generous, sincere and friendly to others, he was also the enviable child of other people's families, but with the passage of time, the cruelty of reality, constantly exploiting my poor father, he fell again and again, but he did not give up again. His face was full of vicissitudes, his expression was full of stories, and the sparse white hair between his hair feathers was full of ups and downs.

My dad's story, I'm going to start with an interesting story when my dad was five years old: ......

In the summer of 1994, it was sunny.

My dad was five years old at the time, and my grandparents told me about an incident that happened that summer.

Place of occurrence: "Shanxi...... Changzhi

Street: Yingkou Street, Building Hutong

Incident: Kindergarten

Shanxi ...... in 1994 In Changzhi, there are only four main streets in the southeast, northwest and northwest, and in my father's memory, he was five years old that year, and there was a kindergarten at the northeast corner of the intersection of Changzhi City.

Chubby kindergarten, the name of this kindergarten is also appropriate, Dad's name is Lao Pang, it is called Chubby.

A round archway, after entering is a wide corridor about 50 meters long, the wall is painted with 80s style strokes, study hard, go up every day, walk through the corridor to the end, is the fat kindergarten that my father attended.

I once asked my dad, "Is your kindergarten good?"

My dad relied on his memories to describe it for me.

There is a small door in the middle of an iron fence arch, and when you push open the small door and enter, there is an extremely simple iron-core carousel in the corner of the east wall on the right hand, and there is an iron slide five meters west of the wooden horse, and three red brick classrooms on the north side.

At that time, the kindergarten was not like now, every day the children ate thin rice porridge, square steamed buns, my father clearly remembered, a small bowl made of stainless steel, a bowl of millet porridge porridge for one person, the aunt of the kindergarten broke the steamed buns into three parts, one for each child, and the children who were not full could reach out to the aunt to ask for the second steamed bun, the millet porridge porridge in that era, a small piece of steamed bread accompanied the father for a whole year. At that time, the kindergarten was not called a teacher, but an aunt. My dad vividly remembers the scene when he raised his little hand and asked his aunt for steamed buns.

Every noon break, the aunts will take the children to the second floor of the collective sleeping room, at that time the bed is not as advanced as now, a large classroom is full of iron beds up and down, just like the bed in the college dormitory in the 20s, the difference is that at that time the children were required to bring their own mattresses, a bed is one positive and one reverse, up and down four children.

My father also specially emphasized to me that the little red plaid quilt he covered when he went to kindergarten was also covered by me after I was born, 23 years apart, a quilt of cotton red cloth with a small grid, covered my father, my beautiful sister-in-law, and the lovely me, this small quilt has witnessed the changes of our family for decades, giving us two generations of warmth!

According to Dad's recollections, Dad's bedmate is a child who lives dozens of meters with Dad, and Dad doesn't remember why the two of them became friends, and they are recognized as good friends in kindergarten.

Dad remembers that when the bed was divided, my aunt asked Dad, "What is your relationship with him?"

The young father was asked confusedly, and said in his memory that he and the child were brothers, and the aunt also believed it in a daze, it is estimated that the two people looked very similar back then, and the aunt would ask that, so the father slept in the same bed with the brother in his mouth, and the two became the best friends.

When my father was about 7 years old, he heard his grandmother tell him that the little friend who used to sleep with him drowned because of playfulness. Every time I talk about this, my dad still sighs inadvertently, even if he doesn't remember what his former friends looked like.

On the third day of kindergarten, at noon, my father's naughty egg characteristics came into play, skipping school, and my father was only five years old at that time, and he was tired of kindergarten, maybe because he didn't fit in.

At noon, grandma rode a white Fujita bicycle in the 80s, chased my dad and ran a street, at that time my dad could really run, and ran very fast, grandma stopped him at the corner of the alley of the building, dad cried not to go to kindergarten, kept struggling to be grabbed by grandma's hand, grandma and dad tore together, the young dad was naturally not grandma's opponent, was cleaned up by grandma, crying and sent to kindergarten.

After my father arrived at the kindergarten, he was still unwilling to obey, and the aunt in the kindergarten came over and said good things for a long time, so my father stopped crying, and lay on the railing of the merry-go-round, and kept playing.

My dad was so mischievous at the age of five, and I laughed every time I listened to it.

Dad misses his carefree self a little.