First, my mother said.
Four or five years old, whether it is four or five years old, I really can't remember.
Mid-Autumn Festival, in the evening, it was raining lightly and I was very hungry.
I wore a long skirt that swept the floor, not because I was a princess, but because my mother didn't know how big I was, so she bought it. White dots and layers of tulle are very beautiful. I put it on when I came back, and I felt like a little princess in various circles. I have to wear a skirt when I walk. The sling on the shoulder is too long, and I feel my chest at my waist. Fortunately, I didn't have a chest at that time, and I was not afraid of dew.
Damn it, don't get dirty. I was a child then.
Nobody cooks at night, and I'm still dreaming of eating moon cakes. It is such a night that I am looking forward to the arrival of moon cakes with bean paste. I'm unprepared. My mother said she was leaving.
Pulling my suitcase, on this Mid-Autumn Festival night, I'm leaving, with tears on my face, standing at the door, shaking hands, pointing to my father and me and saying:
Your surname-I don't want to see your surname without a good thing all my life.
I cried with a wow.
I bid farewell to my mother with my tears. In my crying, she also simply left. I used to hate her, but now I don't. I still love her.
Second, my father said.
I think it was in the fifth or sixth grade. One day, when I came home from school, it happened that my father was drinking with friends at home.
I calmly went home to do my homework. In the living room, a group of scum told dirty jokes, which made the wheels fly. Now I have become an old driver, thanks to my uncles' years of cultivation.
After finishing my homework, I went out to find something to eat. When I saw that my father was almost paralyzed by drinking, I thought it would be easy to stay at home once, so I quickly asked him to sign my homework.
So he took the book and asked him to sign it, but he refused.
Damn, I am so angry.
I just said: with your father, I sign my name every day. I am my own father.
He said: I don't want to be your father, so I raised you and didn't expect you to support the elderly. I bought rat poison, and I can't live any longer. I'll take it myself, so as to save you the trouble.
MDZZ, it's called human talk.
A group of friends and relatives also laughed heartily and praised him for living smartly and being open-minded.
Many, many years later, I still remember the way and tone he spoke at that time.
And every time I quarrel with him, I want to ask if the rat poison has been updated. Don't expire it, and it will not die when the time comes, which will increase my burden.
I haven't seen him for a long time. I wonder if he is still so handsome? I hope so. I still respect him as a person.
Hey, old man, you must hold on and don't make me look down on you.