My father loved pop music when he was young, and at that time, Taiwanese men had Fei Xiang and women Teresa Teng.

At that time, there were no televisions in every household, and even if a few of them had them later, there were only five channels in total. It can be described as a lack of resources. My father wanted to buy a radio at that time, but he didn't have the money, so he had to build one himself. However, the materials are of inferior quality, and their own level is effective, and the radio built out cannot meet the needs of his father at all.

So my father did something he had never done since he grew up, and that was to buy himself a tape recorder behind his back. Of course, I know all this, because my father's money for the tape recorder also has the New Year's money I contributed. On the day I bought it, I pestered my father and asked him to sleep with me for one night, but my mother thought I was a girl, so she said a few words, and followed me and my father. That night, my father and I were stuffed in the bed, listening to Teresa Teng's songs over and over again, and our excitement was in the father and daughter looking at each other and smiling. Because of my cover-up, my mother never knew. My mother's work unit was farther away than my father's at that time, so my father used this gap to let me work as a little guard. My father listened inside, and I hummed outside, and the days were quite harmonious, until one day my father and I were negligent.

In a fit of rage, my mother called my father's mother, who was my grandparents, and asked us to hand over the tape recorder in public, otherwise we would be expelled from the house, and I cried and shouted that I was wrong, and kept pulling my father's trouser legs with tears and snot, but my father sat there without moving. Blood can flow, waist can be broken, revolutionary morale cannot be lost, in the words of my father back then, "There is still a daughter's private money here, how can I live up to my daughter's heart." ”

At that time, Tang Yao's intestines were blue, thinking about why his father refused to accept it, so that his mother's anger disappeared, and it would be good if the matter was turned over. Now that I think about it, my father is still a little manly, and no matter how much trouble you make, you will never hand over the tape recorder.

Xu was influenced by my father, I came into contact with violent and bloody Hong Kong dramas like Crazy Boy early, and since then I fell in love with a long-haired man like Ekin Cheng uncontrollably, and my father was extremely supportive of me in this regard, helping me to search for posters of Ekin Cheng everywhere, and for a while my room was plastered with Ekin Cheng. As a direct result, my mother hadn't set foot in my room for most of the year.

In Tang Yao's words, a menopausal woman is really unreasonable. So did my mother. Maybe it was my relationship with my father that was so strong that it was the same as her, and she began to look for a sense of presence everywhere. But the more I looked, the more emotional I became, and in the end, as soon as I saw me, I had to teach me a lesson.

It's a hard time like this. But internal and external troubles are often said to be good, and let's join in the fun.

When I was in elementary school, my classmates voted for the three major class couples. It's okay for my classmates to put me and Jinli together. With her sister's big eyes, she looks like a woman in Jiangnan and sits firmly on the top spot, but she is only ranked third.

I thought about it and felt that the problem must all be on Gionee. This white-faced four-eyed field chicken lowered my overall appearance. After coming to this conclusion, I especially hated it when my classmates mentioned Gionee in front of me. But what I didn't expect was that Gionee was even more arrogant than me. In his eyes, except for the exam papers, which are the most intimate, everything else is dross, and he never pays attention to me.