My son Xiaohua:

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As a father, you have to take care of your children, but you also have to work hard for your family, and you now have a career of your own.

15 years ago, you came to live in Yuzhou alone, I believe you will not forget all the things you encountered in the process, at the beginning, my education of you was actually a failure, and I did not do what a father should do.

Over the past 15 years, you have not let us down through your own efforts, as your father, I still want to remind you, don't forget, everyone who has helped you, we also want to remind you to take care of your body after work.

Finally, I wish your business more and more prosperity.

Paid by: Luo Chengming

This is a letter from home,

It is also a letter of apology written by a father to his son.

In the New Dynasty Continent, in Yuzhou, a mountain city that specializes in hot girls, at about seven o'clock in the evening when it was completely dark, a middle-aged man wearing a long-brimmed cap came to Luo Xiaohua's hot pot restaurant

"Excuse me, what do you want to eat, sir?" a kind waiter walked over slowly, and then handed the menu to the middle-aged man.

"Eh, miss, is your boss here Luo Xiaohua? While ordering, the middle-aged man consciously or unconsciously asked the waiter.

"By the way, our boss's name is Luo Xiaohua, and he is adjusting the bottom of the pot in the kitchen, do you want to find him?" replied the waiter suspiciously.

"No, no. I don't know him well. The middle-aged man said Xu Jian, his expression was a little nervous, and then he looked at the store very carefully.

Later, the middle-aged man asked the waiter how the business was in the shop and whether the boss was kind to them.

The middle-aged man never entered the store, he kept his head down most of the time, and occasionally stood up and looked inside the store like a thief. Later, the middle-aged man asked the waiter to add dishes twice, and each time he had to ask some questions about the hot pot restaurant and Luo Xiaohua.

At around 8 o'clock in the evening, when the middle-aged man was paying the bill, he handed a letter to the waitress and asked him to wait for the store to close, and then hand it to the boss Luo Xiaohua.

A few hours later, when Luo Xiaohua got the letter, he wiped away tears as he read it. Because, the middle-aged man who wrote the letter was none other than his father Luo Chengming, who had broken off relations for 15 years.

In addition to crying, Luo Xiaohua's thoughts gradually changed to the day 15 years ago that he will never forget, and that day was also the last day of Feng Luo Xiaohua's life in his hometown.

Luo Xiaohua clearly remembers that he didn't go home on time after school that day. It wasn't until more than seven o'clock in the evening that Luo Xiaohua returned home with his schoolbag on his back, and as soon as he saw his son, who was sweating profusely, his father Luo Chengming, didn't ask about Sanqi and Twenty-one, he picked up a bamboo stick by the door and rushed to Luo Hua for a while.

"Why are you so disobedient and playful! Didn't you tell you to go home on time last time, it's still so late today? Tell me, should you fight? Huh?" Luo Chengming roared angrily as he hit Luo Xiaohua.

"Woo woo ... Dad, I don't dare, I don't dare anymore, woo woo... Luo Xiaohua cried loudly while begging his father for mercy.

However, all this was useless, because Luo Qingming had no intention of stopping, and after the bamboo stick cracked, he picked up a hoe and prepared to smash it at Luo Xiaohua.

Seeing his father pick up the hoe, Luo Xiaohua hurriedly got up from the ground in a panic, and before he had time to wipe away his tears, he rushed out of the house with the last bit of strength in his body.

After that, Luo Xiaohua, who didn't dare to go home again, cut a snake in the grass, sold it as a travel fee, and went to the urban area of Chongqing alone. Here he washes the dishes and serves the dishes in the restaurant. Later, Luo Xiaohua learned cooking from a kind chef, and then became a chef.

"Xiaohua, you came out at such a young age, what about your father??? doesn't he care about you?" The head chef saw that Xiao Xiaohua was lonely and pitiful, so he asked casually.

"My dad is dead, master. Luo Xiaohua replied with tears in his eyes, gritting his teeth.

"Xiaohua, you are a good boy, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, can you go to the master's house to spend it together?" the head chef gently stroked Luo Xiaohua's little head, and then squatted down and said kindly to Xiaohua's eyes.

"Yes, it's Shibo, you old man, you're too good to me. Thank you!" Luo Xiaohua finished speaking, and knelt down at the head chef after a "porphy" plan.

"Xiaohua, get up, you have to remember, the man has gold under his knees, how can you be a man in the future when you cry like this?" said the head chef with some seriousness.

"Yes, Shibo. After Luo Xiaohua wiped his tears, he then stood up again from the ground, and then, the head chef gently took Xiaohua's hand, and the two of them went home happily as if they were holding small hands.

When I arrived at the master's house, the master took out some of the old clothes that her son, who had been a soldier and wore when he was a teenager, and sent them to Xiaohua's hands.

"Xiaohua, you... How did this come about?" asked the head chef with concern.

"When I was a child, my father often beat me, and the scar on the back of my head and the wound on my left hand were all caused by my father. Xiaohua cried that because of the injury on his left hand, every time he stir-fried and spooned, his left hand would hurt his heart.

"Oh, damn this!, how can you do this to a child?" said the head chef and hugged Xiao Xiaohua tightly.

"Master, I hate him, I hate him to death. Luo Xiaohua said while still clenching his teeth tightly, at this time, eight full years have passed, but Luo Xiaohua's outright hatred for his father has not been alleviated in the slightest.

Under a soft little orange lamp,

Mr. Yun Zhi told his own family a story he had heard a few years ago about a fight with a child named Huahua at school, and Huahua told her the next day that she had been beaten by her parents at home.

"Dad, why don't you beat me?" asked Mr. Yunzhi a little strangely.

"Because I'm afraid that you will hate me, in fact, any education we give you is only an auxiliary role for you, whether you will become a talent in the future, what kind of person you will become, in the end, it depends on your own, my little baby. Mr. Yunzhi replied.

"Eh, Dad, I heard that you have created a spiritual world in your dreams, can you take me to open my eyes?" asked Ao Nannan excitedly.

"Hmmm... Tomorrow weekend, okay, let's go... ”