He was born in the same year as her, grew up on the same street, he was my father, and she was my mother.

At the age of twenty-five, he and she were married.

At that time, my father was still an officer thousands of miles away, and they could only live a life of separation. Although we don't see each other a few times a year, we can convey our thoughts about each other.

My father is not an expressive person, and he permeates all the love for his mother in every bit of his daily life. My mother is busy with work, often going out early and returning late, and working overtime is a common thing.

In order to relieve the fatigue of his mother's back and forth, my father always made a pot of tea in advance, so that my mother could drink a cup immediately after entering the door to quench her thirst and fatigue.

No matter how loving a couple is, there will be friction, and my parents will also quarrel, and sometimes they will quarrel.

Occasionally, I would help my mother say a few words to my father.

At this point, my mother changed the subject and reprimanded me instead. She said that my father was my elder, and I should not let alone contradict him.

I couldn't refute my mother's words, except for my dry stare and my head.

I know that my father loves my mother deeply, and I know that my mother loves my father deeply. That's why she didn't allow me to talk about my father, even if they were arguing.

As the years passed, my father and mother also retired. When they retire, they go grocery shopping, go for walks together, and visit friends together.

If my father went out alone one day, my mother would be very worried, and she would keep calling him to ask where he was, so that he could pay attention to his safety.

If the person who goes out alone is the mother, the father will also keep chattering: "Your mother can really run, what time is it and she won't come back......"

Before he could finish speaking, he had already hurried downstairs to find his mother.

My father was very frugal, and not only was he reluctant to buy anything for himself, but he would reprimand me for several days even if I used more water.

Such a thrifty and even stingy person never discounted his mother's medical treatment.

My mother's health is not very good, and she always keeps medicine on weekdays, and most of her and her father's pension is used to buy medicine. Regardless of Western medicine or traditional Chinese medicine, as long as it is beneficial to the mother's condition, even if it is expensive, my father will not hesitate to buy it back.

Every time I looked at my father carrying a large bag of medicine, my mother always said distressedly, "Why did you buy me so much medicine?" How much does it cost! ”

Regarding his mother's distressed anger, his father only smiled and said, "As long as you are healthy, it's fine." ”

Once, my father suddenly said to my mother, "When I can't walk anymore, I'll pull you on a tricycle, and we can go wherever we want, and we can go as long as we want." ”

For his father's sincere words, his mother pretended to be displeased: "I don't take your tricycle, I don't even have a carport, if the wind doesn't blow, my face is full of ash, and I really become a lively old local model." ”

As soon as the words fell, the two looked at each other and smiled, looking at their happy smiles, I smiled too.