Tell me: Lin Zhihao 34 years old Design Director
01
I will visit my hometown every two weeks, and my father with white temples will wait for me with a smile.
I will always stop and satisfy him as much as he requires. After all, he is my biological father.
This day has lasted for 10 years since my second year after graduating from university.
But after that time, I drove past, even though I saw him yelling and chasing from the rear mirror.
But I still stepped on my horsepower, and I must get rid of him.
02
Since childhood, I have liked my father very much. He is my idol and hero.
Whatever the three of our brothers and sisters want, he is trying his best to let us have it.
At that time, our family was not wealthy, and I saw children from other people's families often carrying submachine guns to show off their prestige everywhere, driving a toy car with big money.
I am full of envy, and I always have to stop and watch for more than ten minutes.
Every time I tell my mother my wish, she always teaches me as an adult:
"There are younger sisters and younger brothers at home, I want everything, and soon I will not be able to eat enough!"
03
I looked at the ghost eyes of my sister and brother. Aren't they thinking the same as mine. They were just afraid of my mother's lust and did not dare to speak.
At that time, my younger brother still said softly to me: "Brother, if I can eat two fewer meals and get a gun and a car, I would have a million wishes!"
My sister also secretly covered her mouth and smiled: "Brother, I can Hungry for two days!"
We grunt quietly,Only the father, who was smiling and silent, had a tacit understanding.
04
Two weeks later, my father rushed to Children’s Day and gave us a wooden submachine gun and a wooden cart, and painted them to make them come alive.
The four wheels of the wooden cart are super flexible and can seat two people at a time.
Our three brothers and sisters work as coachmen, passengers, and the speed can be controlled at any time, and joyous screams rang throughout the countryside.
The rich second-generation children saw and clamored to exchange toys for us.
I "negotiation" with him in the form of a racing game: the winner has the right to use the opponent's gun and car for three days and three nights, and the loser can only have one fart.
The brave rich second generation fully agreed.
Facts have proved that the electric car can't beat our human-powered little speed car, and my super motor "flying legless" completely beats the "rich car"!
05
After the game is over, we dragged the ground and quickly moved the winning items home.
The rich second generation's eyes were so anxious that I screamed, and I made a weasel with all my strength, gave him a certain "scent", and ran away.
Although we complained to our parents that we were more bullying and less bullying, and we only enjoyed the toy rights of each other for two days, our father’s status in our hearts was greatly improved, and he was our wish angel.
Because of him, we have a happy childhood!
06
When I was in elementary school, I fell in love with painting. That madness spread everywhere.
As long as there is a space, there will be traces of my painting.
As long as there is inspiration, I will improvise a secular cartoon.
is often in class,I will draw a sphinx for my annoying teacher and a tortoise for a classmate who bullies me, and write "XXX three eight eggs" on it.
Maybe I was too involved in painting. Many times I found out that my colorful paintbrushes were not known to teachers and classmates, so I confiscated my colorful paintbrushes and stopped for several classes.
07
A little bit of "frustration" still can't stop my talent for drawing and inspiration.
I remember that in a language test, the topic of the composition was: My parents.
That day I did not post a word, and silently drew a few pictures.
drew the mother as a lion, roaring at a handsome man, and the man started to froze.
But the lion is so powerful, the man finally hit the lion with a fascinating smoke bomb, and finally subdued her.
This wave of operations not only caused the teacher to give me a score for my composition, but also asked the writing department to sign my parents.
08
It was that night when my mother roared to my Hedong Lion, but my father saw a painting genius close at hand.
I proposed to learn painting. The mother objected a thousand on the grounds: the art road was difficult and expensive, and there were younger siblings and a sick grandmother at home.
My father supported me with all his strength, saying that no matter how difficult it is, I will realize my dream.
Originally, my parents would often make noise about small things, but it was the first time that they confronted me because of my dreams.
They were tit-for-tat, and the father took out the ties of his mother's natal family to talk about things. Finally, under the blade of his father's lips, the mother cried and dared not make a sound, and gave in in front of his father.
My parents are really like lions and handsome men. No matter how fierce the lions are, they are no match for the smoke bombs of handsome men.
09
Seeing her mother down and crying,I am very heartbroken.
But I really want to realize my dream, I don't want to give up for all other reasons.
Even if I see my mother washing and cooking for us every day, and waiting for our grandma's diligent figure.
But still can't surpass my father's strong position in my heart.
Because he gave me wings to fly high into the blue sky.
10
The living expenses and reading expenses of the three brothers and sisters, plus the medical expenses and medicine expenses of the grandmother's bedridden years, put the parents' shoulders out of thick calluses.
Many times because of the high cost of learning to paint, my parents quarreled hard.
I slowly feel that the gap between my parents is getting bigger and bigger.
The father who used to be a male chauvinist never did housework, and now he has become less in love with home. Only on Saturdays and Sundays did he see his father getting up at 12 noon for almost a week.
To take care of grandma, he feels that it is the mother's responsibility.
11
Seeing how my mother was getting thinner, I thought about it for a whole night during the college entrance examination, and told my mother that I didn’t want to learn to paint anymore. It was too costly and time consuming!
My mother suddenly looked at me in astonishment, her head shook like a rattle, and she nervously said to me: "No! Just a little bit, you can succeed!" I saw the tears she was holding back. His eyes turned.
This is the first time I have heard of my mother's support for me, and there are 10,000 reasons hidden in my heart.
But I didn't ask her a question or ask her for an answer. I felt that her refusal must have its own real reason.
Since then, I have started a summer job and part-time job, hoping to use my meager strength to help lighten the burden of the family, and I want my mother to know that his son is also responsible for the family.
12
many things,It's not groundless, the mother's haggard and melancholy hides everything in the future.
In 2009, her grandma passed away, and her mother ended her family responsibility of caring for her for 20 years.
One year later, the father asked his mother for divorce.
That dilapidated two-story house that had lived for more than 20 years, my father left it to my mother, but didn't leave a penny to my mother.
He said to his mother: "I have always given you half, and I have given you half of the property."
His mother was 55 years old that year. She did not refuse, did not pull, and did not shed a tear.
Faced with the calmness of our mother and the sudden coldness of our father, our three brothers and sisters decided to change our previous style and stand in the camp of our mother.
13
I always thought that it was because their parents did not agree with each other that they broke up peacefully.
So, although we stay with our mother, we still keep in touch with our father when we think of the support our father gave us when we were young.
After working, I give half of my salary to my mother, one quarter to my father, and one quarter to keep it for myself.
But half a year after the parents divorced, it was reported in the village that his father had a small daughter.
I called my father for truth, and his firm reply shocked my heart.
It turns out that he divorced his mother on the front foot, and married another woman on the back foot.
The so-called half-sister of ours was pregnant when grandma passed away more than half a year.
14
When faced with everything that is unbearable, my father's tall personality suddenly collapsed in my heart, and he stabbed my heart like a sharp knife.
The father I used to be familiar with and really liked suddenly became a stranger, unpredictable.
I finally feel my mother’s loneliness and sorrow,But she did not stop us from visiting and giving to our father, she often said:
"After all, he is your father, do what you should do."
15
The original mother's magnanimity , Is far from the father.
He always reminds me on the phone, don't forget how he helped me realize my dream when I was a kid, and everything I have now is due to him.
I understand that he needs my continuous financial support, because he is old and no longer strong, but to support the new family, he must do everything possible to get money.
Although my heart aches unbearable, but I still miss the love that was once beautiful but has passed away.
In addition to giving him 3000-5000 yuan per month for his family, every time I go back to my hometown to see my mother, he always waits for me at the entrance of the village and asks me for so-called pocket money. I will satisfy him without hesitation.
Two or three times, I heard him telling with tears and nose that he left the house with us during the divorce. Now his family can only bend the rental house. I covered my heart and beat him 80 in three times. Wan, so that he has a good place to live.
After all, he is my biological father.
16
Until last year, when my cousin got married, I didn’t know that half of the salary that my father paid to his mother was required to be borne by the mother for all family expenses, which was not enough for her to support the family. And our tuition.
The reason why my parents quarreled over the cost of my painting study many times was because my mother hoped that my father could give me a little more money, but my father didn't give me any more money.
It can be said that I can finish university and sit in the position of design director now, which is the result of many years of funding from my uncle.
Mother has never said this. She doesn’t want to affect my father’s position in our hearts. She feels that if it weren’t for my father’s support for me to learn painting,Maybe she really buried a talent.
However, my tolerance has reached its limit. So when I went back to my hometown, I ignored my father, and the scene of a speeding car at the beginning appeared.
17
After a night of silence, I sent a WeChat message to my father:
"Dad, in the past 10 years, I have given you almost 2 million in total, and I will still be on time every month. I call you 3000 yuan, this is your pension money.
Your other family members now, I am not responsible! Because I will make every effort to compensate my mother who was misunderstood by myself in the future, and the uncle who taught me painting!"
My father called me in less than a minute and cried and said "I'm sorry". I said "Take care" to him and hung up.
18
For my father, I think I have done a good job.
Now my mother is the one I can't let go of.
I sensed her unhappiness since her divorce, but I concealed it calmly.
I learned to actively call her every day, saying things that only girls would say, to make her happy, and make her jokingly say that I changed from a leather jacket to a little padded jacket.
Even, I have developed the uncomfortable habit of not giving her good morning every day.
I picked up the love for my mother little by little, accumulated little by little, and expelled the gray smoke that my father had left her before.
I will spend the rest of my life to make up for my mother's hurt heart; I will use my shoulders to protect her for the second half of her life and accompany her to grow old.
Mother, please accept my late awakening and filial piety!
Conclusion: I hope every child can treat his parents kindly.Holding the affection of parents and children, let them not regret this life and spend their old age in peace.
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