Can anyone tell me what people do when they're sad? I've thought of a lot of ways, but I'm still sad......

So sometimes I think it would be nice if people's memories weren't that long. Only a short memory, then a sleep, and the next day wakes up and everything starts all over again......

In this way, every day should be carefree......

Dad would be so me, I actually got it. Because since the death of my grandmother, let alone outsiders, even my own family looks down on my family.

How could I not understand this sadness......

Dad wanted me to fight for something, and he pinned all his hopes on me. However, I tried my best, but in the end, I did not become the person he hoped for......

The next day, because it was a Saturday and I didn't have to go to school, I put away the dishes and chopsticks after eating. My grandfather and uncle had already gone out, and after I packed up the dishes and chopsticks, I went to my father's house to have a look. Seeing that he was not at home, the door was locked, so he went back to the West End House to do his homework.

It was only about an hour, and I finished all my homework. It just so happened that Grandpa had also come back from outside. I saw that he was carrying something in his hand, so I asked him what he had bought.

He said he bought some tofu and potatoes, and I remembered that I had a market today. After that, he went out and told me to keep an eye on the door at home.

I nodded, packed up my homework, and took my language papers and looked at them.

The morning time flew by, and when my grandfather returned, I was fetching water. After that, I helped my grandfather cook the pot, and after eating, my grandfather and uncle went out as usual.

I'm still home alone, listening to the sound of other children playing in front of and behind the house, not to mention how envious I am. I also want to join them and want to play with them.

But I couldn't.

One is that my father won't let me, and the other is that no one wants to play with me.

When I think of my father, I remember that he hasn't come back until noon today. It's already afternoon, and I don't know where people have gone.

He's been getting better lately, because I see that he's been able to eat a lot. And I asked him, and he said it was much better. Let me not worry, just study hard.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, I heard the sound of the door opening in the east room, and I guessed that my father had returned. I went out to look, and I saw that it was my father who had returned, but he also pushed a bicycle.

I asked him where he was going to push a bicycle, and he said that he had gone to Wuhe to get medicine.

"Take the medicine for that long? From morning to afternoon? And the five rivers are so far away, do you still ride a bicycle because of back pain? I said.

"I checked it out, and I went to your uncle's place again." Dad said, "Besides, how far is Wuhe from our house?" The road is not good, and the car is bumpy and I am not as strong as I ride! ”

I didn't have anything to say and helped him carry the contents of the car into the house. Then I smelled a fishy smell and asked him, "Daddy, did you buy fish?" ”

"Hmm!" My dad pushed the cart into the house and said, "When I came back and passed by Wang Xing, I saw someone selling fish, and there happened to be two dead ones, so I asked if they were cheap and bought them!" ”

"How much?"

"Guess what."

"I don't know."

"The two living ones have to be sold for five or six yuan, and the dead ones I buy are only five cents a piece." Dad said unexpectedly, "Anyway, it's all the same food, and you have to kill it when you come home, isn't it the same?" What do you get for three or four dollars for nothing? Can't keep it and watch it? At last he said, "This fish is also just dead, and it is the same as a fresh one, and it will not be delayed in eating it at all, and it will cost the blind money!" ”

After he parked the car, he took down the fish and told me to put it in the basin and go to the well to fetch water. After I took the basin to the well and fetched water, my father came out of the house with a stone knife.

I crouched next to him and watched him scrape the scales with his knife, and then I saw him cut a hole in the fish's stomach and clean the contents. Some were thrown by him, some were left by him. I asked him what that white bulging thing was. He said it was fish bubbles.

"What's the use?"

"Gasp for breath......"

It was almost four o'clock after I got it, and I asked him when he was going to get it. He said he could get it now. I want to boil a pot for him, but he insists that I read a book, and he won't let me burn it. He said call me when it's ready. I couldn't resist him, so I had to go to the west room to read.

About half an hour later, I suddenly heard someone outside calling my dad, saying that my pot house was on fire.

I was startled, threw my book and ran out, and my father and I left the house at about the same time. When I saw the fire, I found that it was already quite large. The neighbor had already scooped water from the ditch to water it, and when my father saw this, he didn't care about the noodles in his hand, so he ran to the ditch with a bucket. I also quickly brought the basin over.

Because it was a straw house, the weather was dry, and the fire was getting bigger and bigger. The neighbors hurried to call someone, and then they were busy for a while before the fire slowly subsided. Not long after, it rained. After a shower of rain, all the fires were extinguished.

Soon my grandfather and uncle came back from outside, and when I saw this scene from afar, I didn't know what was going on. The person next to him told him about the matter, and asked his father why the pot house was on fire?

Dad said he didn't know either. After he had boiled the fish, he went to the hall to make noodles. The chopping wood in the pot hole, how could it catch fire in just a while?

"Eighty percent of them jumped out of Mars, and now that the weather is so dry, you are still piling so much firewood in the pot house. Don't talk about this moment's effort, it's just that you're in front of you, and you're up slowly! ”

"But this rain is strangely timely, otherwise it will be busy for a while! But I didn't hear the forecast last night that there would be rain in the past two days. It hasn't rained in more than ten days, but I helped you today......"

"Good boy, is God really taking pity on me?" Dad listened to everyone's words and said jokingly.

Later, everyone looked at the extent of the fire and found that although the fire looked a little dangerous, it really did not cause any important damage.

Except for those two small grass huts. One is a pot house for cooking, and the other is a carport for tractors. Thankfully, the tractor wasn't in the carport that day. Because Uncle Toutian drove it to pull grain, he came back a little late, so he stopped outside.

And what no one knew was that I was standing outside alone and crying when it was dark that day. It's not because the fire burned down the kitchen, but because of the two fish that I feel sorry for my father. I know that Dad must have wanted to eat it so he bought it, and he was reluctant to buy it. Because he never buys vegetables, he only eats pickles grown in the family garden, or pickles himself. I finally bought two fish, and I almost got them, but in the end, I didn't eat them......

So, how could I not be upset? How can you hold back your tears? Dad is strong because he is an adult, and adults can't cry easily. But I'm different, I'm just a child, so I can cry whenever I want. It was also the only privilege I had as a child.

After that, for a long time, Dad used the pot house over there to cook and eat after Grandpa and the others had eaten.

It was another difficult time......