Chapter 264: Father's Love (7)

(7) Shame on the family motto

The father always smiled at the person who spoke, and in the eyes of the mother, there was a suspicion of lust.

My father smiled and listened to my complaints, when I was a child, I complained that my mother sent too much work, after work, I complained that I was the only one in the whole unit, I was a huge workload, when I got married, I complained that my husband only loved money and couldn't go home, and when I was injured, I complained that I couldn't go anywhere......

My father just said, "I'll find a book to read when I have time," and I was ashamed of myself - if I had time to complain, why not do something to make myself happy!

Sometimes I want to call my father, so I hurry to find a book to read, knowing that I will complain if I can't say a few words. As my father gets older, will his mental endurance still be the same as before?

Looking back, I was already very happy, at least I still had my father complaining, and my father was murdered when he was three years old. He had to take up his responsibilities and, with the help of his grandmother, pick up the big seal of the toast and stamp it on the official documents of the past. It is said that the big seal is still on display in the Museum of Revolutionary History, and I said that I should accompany him to see it, he always has no time.

He accepted the arrangement of fate, and he never fought or dreamed of anything. When I have nothing to do, I climb mountains, fish, raise flowers, go shopping, and pull the public garbage of my house and the compound to a distant garbage dump on three wheels.

Ever since I was drunk and hurt myself by falling on a stool, I have been sleeping with my head covered as soon as I have drunk. Every time, I gouged out the fish's eyes and gave them to me to eat, and I used to have a lot of black spots flying in front of my eyes, but after a year, I only had one in my left eye.

When I was in a bad mood, the black spot was obvious, and at that time, Mr. Pei was probably there again, asking me to mop the floor and brush the toilet, put the water cup in the sterilizer, and hang the clothes in the closet quickly...... Why did he ask me to do it--because it was too hot for their fat men to move! Because he went out to buy vegetables in the morning while it was cold, and brought me a mochi ball (a fried glutinous rice dumpling with bean paste filling and white sesame seeds on the outside), he worked hard and kept asking me to do this and that, until the lunch was ready, and I found that I had eaten only half of the mochi ball that was supposed to be breakfast!

Mr. Bei's virtue is what my mother looked like when I was a child, since I took the first place in the county, my mother was impressed, even if I was beaten and scolded, I was not required to do housework, as soon as I started, she shouted for my younger brothers and sisters to do it. But Mr. Pei is different, he thinks that women are inherently lowly, and if they don't like the eye, they have to be beaten and scolded. There is a woman in their village who is not convinced, and she is afraid that her husband will beat her, which is called one thing and one thing. I started to fight when I started to stop working when I was bad at writing blogs on the Internet, and I was afraid that I would be beaten stupidly, and I would succumb to him, so I felt very clever and proud!

Today is still in the high school entrance examination, my son's school classroom is the examination room and he is at home on vacation, as soon as he goes online, he said: Jackson burp fart (died) at the age of 50.

I stopped watching the news on the Internet for a long time, so I casually asked: Is that the American who bleached his face and jumped around? How can there be such a person in the world, and I have never understood a word of what he is yelling at!

My son said, that's not bleaching, that's peeling!

This is even more strange, I am injured and have no way to have stitches to survive, and every time I eat any spices or food, it is itchy and painful, how can someone go to the knife to refresh the skin and have plastic surgery?

Perhaps at this time, many media are rushing to produce memorial programs, and it is their usual practice to carry the deceased artists to the memorial hall of the people's artists.

Plastic surgery and drug abuse, maybe they are accompanied, human garbage, even if it is cremated, it also pollutes the earth, I say this, some people will think that I am poisonous, people's bones are not cold, people are dedicated to art...?

Alas, the way of the world is becoming more and more incomprehensible, my father takes "always think about your own mistakes, don't talk about people" as the family motto, but I just rely on digging ** to say that it is not mixed to eat, what a shame!