If I had to divide my short life in two, I didn't seem to have really encountered any unsolvable troubles before the age of fifteen.

When I was in school, I would always hear my classmates complain that my parents quarreled or fought over trivial matters, but I never saw my parents red-eyed, although they never had much intimacy in front of me, but they always got along politely. Not even speaking out loud.

My father, a designer in an architectural company, although he often travels or works overtime late at night, he never stingy with his love for me, as long as it is something I like, he always tries to let me get it, and when he holds me, he likes to prick my face with his beard and provoke me to "punch and kick" him.

My mother, who hasn't been to work since I can remember, has been at home taking care of my sick grandmother and my father. Grandma is very satisfied with this daughter-in-law, usually words are love, never embarrassed mother, mother is also respectful to grandma, usually as long as it is filial piety to the old man things must be double, grandma and grandma are treated equally, and since I was a child, my education is also: grandma is a person who pays more for this family, and must be filial to grandma.

In the eyes of relatives, the mother is a good wife and mother, when relatives and friends gather, you can always hear a lot of praise for her, grandma is not in good health, usually the relatives who come to grandma's side are the mother to entertain, never show a trace of impatience.

Although my father was very busy with work and could not be at home all the time, he would give my mother my salary and bonuses on time, and I would buy some gifts for my mother from time to time. Usually as long as he is at home, he always rushes to do housework and let his mother rest. Although I haven't carefully observed the way other couples get along, I know that "respecting each other as a guest" is talking about the relationship between my parents.

I heard my mother say that the combination of her and her father was not smooth sailing at the beginning, my grandfather was criticized for some reasons in the early years, and the family property was also confiscated, although he was rich and rich, but in that era, once he was labeled, it meant that no formal unit dared to hire him, and then in order to let my grandmother and father live a good life, gritted his teeth and went to work in the mine, working all day long, and finally became ill from hard work, and died when my father did not participate in the work. After that, my grandmother's spirit and body also collapsed all at once, but fortunately, my father was so angry that he didn't give up studying, and finally went to college with his own efforts, and then found a job in a construction company, and the salary was less than the previous one.

Her mother was from a scholarly family and successfully escaped the catastrophe and was not affected. She went to university steadily, and after graduation, she worked as a Chinese teacher in a middle school in the city. The mother's appearance, temperament and family background were good, and there were many suitors at that time, but the mother was not interested in them. Seeing that she was getting older, the family began to rush to arrange a blind date for her, although her mother was unwilling, but she had to obey her parents' orders.

After the matchmaker finished talking about his father's family background, his grandparents felt that the family was too tired and wanted to refuse directly, but his mother sat aside and glanced at the young man with a little melancholy between her eyebrows in the photo, and she changed her usual cold look, twisted the corner of her clothes and said, "Then let's meet." ”

On the day I first met my father, my mother put on the most beautiful white dress in the closet, tied a hairband that she had never been willing to tie, and practiced the posture of sitting down and standing up in front of the mirror over and over again, trying to find the most elegant posture, but until the time was almost up, she still did not succeed, and finally went out with the marker that she had agreed with the matchmaker in a state of apprehension, in the words of her mother: "At that time, I really wanted to walk without my feet, for fear that my shoes would be stained with a little dirt and affect my image."

In order to avoid embarrassment, the matchmaker set the place for the first meeting in a park not far from his mother's house, and the mother faced the warm breeze, stepped on the sun-illuminated and energetic ground, and passed through a sea of flowers that bloomed bright red as blood, and saw the father in the crowd at a glance.

He sat quietly on a bench with one leg crossed, dressed in a washed blue shirt that was somewhat white. The broken hair on his forehead was gently swayed by the breeze, and the eyes under the slightly frowning eyebrows that made his mother flutter at a glance were staring into the distance. Such a scene that resembles a painting makes my mother reluctant to even bother.

The two of them were separated by the crowd like this, one thoughtful, the other staring. After a long time, my father seemed to feel that someone was looking at him, so he glanced sideways, and when he saw his mother, he greeted him with a smile.

"Hello", the father greeted with a smile, he didn't seem to be as restrained as his mother, and the greeting was very natural.

"Hello", the mother replied blankly. Perhaps she was too nervous, but her mother had an urge to retreat, and in order to hide her embarrassment, she had to turn around and face the lake on one side, but the ups and downs in her heart and the stronger heartbeat still made her panic and didn't know what to do.

The father did not continue to speak, but walked to her side, stood there quietly and did not speak, the soft wind lifted the mother's head, the tail gently swept over the father's shoulder, the father took a gentlemanly step back, kept a suitable distance from the mother, the two stayed like this for a long time, the father suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the corner of the lake, and said, "Look, the lotus flowers over there are blooming just right."

Many years later, when my mother recalled this scene to me, her eyes seemed to be shining. She said that on that day, she did not appreciate the lotus flowers that filled the lake, but in the golden sunset, the slightly melancholy shadow reflected on the lake seemed to enter her heart at once, and it could not fade away for a long time. This kind of feeling, I later learned that there is one word that can be described: love at first sight.

When the sun set at the end of the lake, my father took my mother to eat at the restaurant on the side of the park, and at the dinner table, my father asked my mother a lot of literary questions, because it happened to be my mother's major, and my mother began to relax and explain many of her own opinions. Moreover, to my mother's surprise, although my father was doing design work, his literary insights were no worse than my mother's, which undoubtedly gave my mother a greater surprise. The two talked eloquently, completely without the crampedness they had when they first met. The father sent the mother to the door of the house before it was completely dark, and the mother promised the father to turn around and go home first, but after walking into the yard, he turned around and came back, staring at the father's back for a long time, until the long shadow completely disappeared into the corner of the street.

After returning home, Grandma saw her mother's expression and knew that this young man, who had the worst conditions so far, was afraid that he had really fallen into her daughter's mind. The next day, when the matchmaker came to the door and said that the father was very satisfied with the mother, the mother's hanging heart fell to the ground.

In the later interactions, the father was like a real gentleman, caring for his mother but never exceeding the rules, even the first real kiss between the two only happened on the wedding day, and even the grandmother, who was worried about the relationship between the two at the beginning, began to let go.

At that time, my mother was afraid of my early love, and always used my father's example to teach me: a boy should be so responsible, when he can't promise a girl anything, don't ask too much, if he really wants to live with you for the rest of his life, he must take the next step when he is ready for everything.

Many years later, when I really liked someone, I realized that if I really love someone, I will want to touch him from the inside out, and there are very few feelings for even holding hands, and I am afraid that there is not much sincerity.

When my father was with my mother, I was occasionally absent-minded and stopped talking. His mother thought that he felt that his family was not good and that he was afraid of dragging his mother down, but his mother always comforted him: "We like each other and come together, I want someone who can support me spiritually, I don't care how much dowry you can give me, and I don't want you to get ahead, as long as our husband and wife are harmonious, everything is not a problem." Whenever such a time, my father would hold my mother's hand tightly and say, "Thank you!"

After I was born, my father loved me in every way, and my mother quit her school job to take care of me and my grandmother, so that my father could work hard outside the home without worries. His father took on more and more projects and earned more and more money, and even his mother's family, who was not optimistic about him at first, began to praise him frequently.

However, there are always pros and cons to everything, and through his own efforts, he moved us from a 60-ping house to a 130-square-meter house, so that the ring on my mother's hand changed from no diamond to a diamond. But he came home more and more late, often in the middle of the night, and had to go out to watch the project at dawn, sometimes too late, and even slept all night in the office or simple room on the construction site. We saw each other less and less, and the smile on my mother's face became less and less.

Once, when I got up to go to the toilet in a daze, I saw the light in my grandmother's room still on, and there was a muffled voice talking in it. When I got closer, I saw that my grandmother had been talking to my father, who was sitting across from her with a tired face, his head bowed, and he didn't say a word.

I hadn't seen my father for many days, so I instinctively ran in and threw myself into my father's arms and asked him, "Dad, I miss you so much when you come back so late." ”

My father picked me up and put me in his arms, gently patted me on the shoulder and coaxed me to sleep, my grandmother stopped talking when she saw me go in, the two of them have been silent, I was sleepy-eyed, lying in my father's arms and soon fell asleep again, before falling asleep, I seemed to hear my father mutter: "Dad is sorry for you." ”

Subconsciously told me that my father could not apologize to us suddenly for no reason, he gave us a happy life and infinite love, even if he was often not at home, it was for us to work hard, so how to apologize?