readx; To be honest, I don't have deep feelings for my father, he never wants to talk much, he is a 'weird' person, thrifty, thrifty, loves cleanliness, likes to wear a Mao suit, and his adult life as a small worker has made his originally small height also stiff. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info face is full of vicissitudes under the wind and sun, but he always shaves his beard clean! My father rarely cared about me, and he rarely scolded me, and occasionally when something happened, he told my mother, let my mother teach me a lesson, and the only time I remember him beating me was when I was seven years old......

It was raining at noon that day, and I came home hungry from playing outside, and saw the cauldron on the stove steaming, which was very tempting! My dad was preparing to stir-fry next to me, I lifted the lid of the pot and saw a big white steamed bun next to a yellow nest, it was so white, so soft, as if it was calling to me, come, come, I swallowed my saliva and asked my dad next to me: Can I eat this steamed bun? No! For whom? For your grandpa! I grabbed the steamed bun and said: I am the master! Stuffed the steamed buns into my mouth, my father's forty-one-yard big foot kicked me down on the brick floor outside the house, the rain mixed with tears stained my face, and the white steamed bun miraculously did not fall to the ground, I cried wow, while stuffing the steamed buns into my mouth that had been soaked in the rain! My dad sighed helplessly...... I didn't care about sitting on the ground in the rain!

My dad has to order a set of tunics every year, and I still can't imagine how he always keeps his beloved tunic flat without an iron, you can't understand how I felt at the time, a small worker on the construction site, a small worker who works with cement all day long, but loves a tunic suit, of course he won't wear it when he works! You can't imagine a person who gets up at five o'clock all year round to clean the courtyard, tidy up the house, and then go to the construction site to do the work! I won't say anything else, I'm a little bit of a cleanliness addict and still a bit like him!

He always has a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, a pack of Jin Xuchang for a dollar, and sometimes a phoenix for six cents. And he could always rummage through his pocket to the cigarette butt, whether it was in his old clothes or in his beloved tunics. He wasn't a fierce smoker, and he was restrained by my mother, so he habitually smoked half of a cigarette and then extinguished it on the ground. Put it in your pocket, and once in a while, when you become addicted to smoking, take it out and smoke the remaining half of the cigarette! He quit smoking the same time he passed out on the construction site. It turned out that when my mother didn't listen to what she said, he miraculously quit due to illness!

He listens to my mother for everything, but my mother can't help him if he is stubborn, he has quarreled with him, it seems that he has been abused against him, he is always silent! Once he caught a bicycle in a market photo and wanted to buy it, but he didn't have that much money on him, what should he do? He walked three miles again, found the place where my mother set up a stall to sell clothes, and asked my mother for money, but my mother didn't give it to him, saying that I would buy it together after I collected the stall. He didn't dare to contradict my mother on the spot, and then left silently, and in the evening my mother came back from the stall and he had already ridden his newly bought bicycle home! Three hundred and eight pieces! My mother asked him where the money came from, and he said that he borrowed two hundred from my uncle, and then he bought it, and my mother took a closer look at the bicycle and found that the bicycle was refurbished, and the position of the handlebar fork was rusty, and there were traces of sandpaper. My mother is so angry...... Out of harmony, he didn't say what my mother said, and my father's family didn't say anything and continued to clean up the house that seemed to be forever untidy in his heart. The first time I learned to ride a bicycle was the one that my dad had a bad one, it had a beam, and it took me an afternoon to learn it in less than ten days after I bought it, and I was reimbursed for a pedal at that time!

I'm in the third grade of elementary school, and I suddenly had convulsions during my nap at school, gasping for air, and I can't breathe anymore! At that time, all my classmates were frightened, my teacher quickly informed my family, and my mother hurriedly looked for a car to take me to the hospital, but at that time, there was a car in the village, and it was still when the wheat was harvesting, and I couldn't find it at all. My face was getting purple, and there were obviously two bumps on both sides of my trachea in my neck. At that time, my neighbors were alarmed, and an old man said: Don't send it to the hospital, this is "pinching the throat", you have to ask the goddess to prick the needle, my uncle quickly picked up me who was already endangered, trotted all the way to the god's house, and pricked my palms and feet with embroidery needles for half an hour, and I was actually better, which in my heart and believed in some supernatural phenomena, my mother said that my father was taking a nap at the time, and when he heard that I was about to die, I couldn't wear my nervous and trembling pants! Oh! It turns out that you care about me, and I still have a place in your heart......

Father's love is like a mountain, silent and silent!!

I miss you......

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