My father is a primary school teacher, and he used to be the vice principal of a junior high school in our township, and he is also very capable of work, and his work performance is excellent, and the classes he teaches in the school have always been very good, and he is honest and fair.

It is for this reason that on many occasions he disagrees with the principal on matters relating to the affairs of the school, especially on sensitive issues.

Maybe the principal thinks that letting his dad behave like this is a threat to his position. Therefore, the conflict between the principal and his father became more intense, and sometimes he would even use his hands in addition to foul language.

Dad is not aggressive, and he has no heart, and he is easy to offend people when he speaks. It is inevitable that there will be difficulties in work and life.

At that time, my father was addicted to alcohol under the stimulation of frustration, and every time he came home after getting drunk, my mother would count him down, and when he was unhappy, he would play drunk at home, and even beat people, and my sister and I would be scared to cry every time.

Since I was a child, I have felt that my father's behavior is very shameful, I think that no matter how much a person suffers at work, he should not vent his emotions on his family after drinking, which is to make his relatives hurt and his enemies happy.

Once, because of my father's drinking, our family faced breakup several times.

Maybe it's because of the existence of my sister, people say that children are the emotional cornerstone and bond of a family, which makes my mother survive.

Dad's situation also made me and my hometown transfer our hatred to the principal, and my paranoid mother at the time also thought that the principal was looking for someone to make trouble.

That guy couldn't eat his dad hard, so he came to the soft one, and every day he gathered some people to ask his dad to drink, but his dad was a drinker. This trick played by the principal is really high enough, and the whole person is invisible. The mixed society is very particular about emotional intelligence, no wonder my father can only be a deputy if he is talented.

And those who are looking for dad to drink are not writing any kind of goodness, always advocating some unpleasant words about mom in dad's ear, and dad, who has soft ears, will get drunk and crazy with mom every time he comes home drunk.

But in the final analysis, who can be blamed for this, if a person can't be self-disciplined, develop his strengths and avoid weaknesses, and have no principles in life, then he can only blame himself for being hacked and fighting.

Because of these things, my father was told as a joke by the neighbors and the surrounding neighbors.

All the people began to dislike him, hated him, and avoided him when they saw him as if they had met a plague god. Sometimes my sister and I go out and feel very embarrassed, very inferior, I feel that I can't hold my head up and be a man, how can I have such a drunken garbage father.

Later, because of alcoholism and trouble, my father, the vice principal, was considered to be the end, but due to his style problems, he was directly demoted to another distant township and became an ordinary primary school teacher.

But who is to blame, who made you drink? If Dad could be a little more thoughtful and self-disciplined, maybe he wouldn't have lost his position as vice principal.

But mortals, everyone has advantages and disadvantages, at least I am proud to inherit my father's kindness and steadfastness, but I will never allow myself to be as addicted to alcohol as my father, expose my weaknesses to opponents, and drill into the trap of others, I will clean my father's addiction to alcohol as a stain of my life.

Since this incident, the people in our family have buried all their dissatisfaction in their hearts, and only hope that this incident will make my father sober up.

In order not to affect my studies, get out of that dirty environment, and shuffle myself, my sister and I followed my father to his place of work to study.

Since then, my sister and I have turned our resentment against this society into motivation, and we have studied harder in school, hoping that one day we can get ahead, be upright, and get rid of the darkest side of life.

But contrary to expectations, as people grow up, our outlook on life has also undergone some changes, and we always feel that our thinking is narrower, and the principal has played a catalytic role at most.

When I arrived in the new place, my father was much more restrained in his life, he didn't drink anymore, and he rarely talked much to the people around him, but put more energy on me and my sister, where no one knew us, understood us, and we didn't have any pressure.

Since then, my sister and I have been on the right track in our studies, and it was not until my sister and I were admitted to the city's key high school that my father was transferred back to his hometown, but he did not resume his original position, and my father no longer disdained that position.

Later, because of some things, maybe everyone saw it, and the principal who had always been his father's rival would actually come to the door in person to apologize to his father for what happened back then.

Our whole family was quite surprised by his actions, and the psychology was "I knew this was the case, why bother in the first place". But I admire my father's open-mindedness, and I actually exchanged gifts with him to relieve my suspicions.

But God doesn't seem to have forgiven him yet, maybe there are too many kind people like my dad who have been treated by him! Immediately after that, the headmaster went insane and went insane.

Since then, few people have paid attention to him, and the situation is indeed a little pitiful, he is often alone, sitting at the door of the house and looking into the distance in a daze, and when his father has nothing to do, he will go to talk to him, chat or something.

I don't understand, why did my dad tell him those useless words, can he listen to them? But no matter what, I still support Dad.

Now my father is no longer a drinker, even if he drinks a little occasionally, he will not go crazy, but every time he finishes drinking, he will play erhu.

Dad is a person who loves music, can play many ethnic instruments, and is born with a good voice, with a loud voice like thunder, full of magnetic mid-bass.

Usually when he is fine, he will practice calligraphy, write poetry or something, that is what I like to see him the most, but unfortunately I have not received much influence from him, and I don't know anything about music, only practicing calligraphy is okay.

Dad has a special erhu, which is also his favorite national instrument, since he was demoted and became an ordinary teacher, Dad fell into a comfortable place, playing a song in his spare time, enjoying himself.

For that erhu, my father has a little story.

When my father was a child, because he was not very obedient, the old man asked him to worship a godfather, hoping to suppress the so-called evil spirit in him. One day, the old man took his father to visit the godfather and asked the father to make a formal etiquette to the godfather.

After arriving at the godfather's house, as soon as he entered the door, he saw the godfather holding a very interesting thing in his hand, and the sound was very good, and the father was immediately attracted by this music.

I don't want to know that the thing in the godfather's hand is my father's favorite erhu now.

Because I worshipped my godfather, my godfather had to give a greeting gift, and my father seized the opportunity at this time, and he didn't want anything else, so he wanted the erhu in his hand, and the top of the erhu's stem was carved with a white dragon, a red daughter, and a python snakeskin.

But Dad just asked his godfather for it, and his godfather couldn't help it, he said that he would give it whatever Dad wanted, so he could only endure the pain of cutting his love, but when he handed over the erhu to his father, Dad's godfather told him the origin of the erhu.

The erhu that my father asked my godfather for has actually been hundreds of years old, and it is the family heirloom of my father's godfather, and my father worshipped him as a godfather, even if it was his son, but fortunately his godfather had no son, so my father was able to receive this erhu.

According to his father, his godfather's ancestor was a Jinshi in the Qing Dynasty, and he was once a governor, but later because of corruption and bribery, he was directly raided by the imperial court, and he almost didn't save his head.

In the end, only this erhu was left, but fortunately, the people of the Zhizhou family still have a craft of pulling erhu, and the days to come are wandering around, pulling up erhu to sell art to survive.

In order to warn future generations, this erhu was passed down from generation to generation as a family heirloom, until the generation of my father and his godfather.

Maybe this is the reason why my father can't merge with the principal, he hasn't forgotten the teachings his godfather gave him, he has always been so innocent, even if he is excluded and suppressed, it doesn't matter.

It's a pity that I have no interest in erhu performance, and my father never forced me to learn it, and I don't know if he will pass on his erhu to me in the future.