1
I don’t like him. It's like he doesn't like me.
He is short. I have a little bowing in my heart. An old look. It is said that when I went on a blind date with my mother, my mother called him uncle as soon as she opened her mouth. I thought he was the father of the blind date.
He loves to drink two drinks. Not good at alcohol. Get drunk after two cups.
When I get drunk, I will stare at me in a mess, and I don’t like me anywhere. I think my handwriting is not good, unlike him, my calligraphy is excellent. During festivals, people always come to him to write a couplet. I think I am lazy and pretend to read the book, but I don’t want to help my mother cook and wash clothes. The most despise me is that I hate that I am not a boy, but my mother was injured when she gave birth to me and never got pregnant again. I have visited many times in the big hospital and visited many local doctors in the folk. He finally gave up and was the only one in his life.
He doesn't blame my mom, basically he still loves my mom, but he blames me. He thought I was a scoundrel, it was me who ruined my mother's body and was so tired that he broke the incense.
He set up a night market stall in the market, selling fried noodles, screws and duck feet braised eggs. Every day after school, I started peeling the onions and cutting the onions, and then took homework to the stall to write on the street lights. His voice was like thunderous. Damn girl, come and help the customer wipe the table! Is my ears deaf when I poured a glass of water for the guest? Go and help Wang Po next door send a few duck feet. Look at you, you are clumsy and can't do anything well. You are idiot!
I was dizzy when he yelled, and tears filled him. He looked at me in disgust, crying, crying, and just say a few words to me!
Some customers praised me for being sensible and so diligent. He curled his lips and said disdainfully, "It's not like a girl's house, so I'm too lazy to die."
This is how he tortured my self-esteem, my fantasy of fatherly love, the love and respect that I should have for him little by little.
My biggest dream is that as performed in the TV series, the girl who has suffered all the grievances actually has biological parents. They are anxiously looking for the whereabouts of their beloved daughter. The family will soon be reunited and live a happy life from now on.
The father in my dream is tall and handsome, treating me as a treasure in my palm, hug me when I go out, tell me stories before I fall asleep at night, and take me to the park on weekends, let me sit on his shoulders.
I wrote these into my essay and got a good word.
He suddenly wanted to check my homework on a whim. When he saw this composition, he immediately threw it in my face and shouted, "You damn girl, it's easy for me to give birth to you and raise you, but you're good, I'm still thinking about making trouble for my dad, you're so capable." If you have the ability, get out today and go find your dad. Don’t come to eat and wear mine!
notebook brushed my face, and my cheeks were so spicy that it hurts more than my face. It was my heart. I shed tears silently.
He looked at me hatefully and continued to scold me. He hated you the most, crying and crying, are you not wearing or eating? Dad or mother? The family atmosphere like
always makes people want to escape. I hate the smell of beer in the house, the annoying noise in the market, and the annoying onions that I can't peel them up no matter how hard I can't peel them.
2
From childhood to adulthood, he refused to let me braid my hair. It’s said that there is no leisure time. You don’t let your skirts be worn either. You have to work, how can you do it in a skirt? You are not a daughter! He said so.
I am fifteen years old, but he still doesn't allow me to grow long hair. I'm not allowed to wear skirts. Someone praised me for being beautiful, so he quickly spat. He stared at my hair every day, saw through my thoughts of not cutting my hair, took a pair of scissors, called me fiercely, and sat down!
Then he looked straight and fucked and cut it in a drastic way between my hair. Let the tears roll in my eyes, and resentment grows in my heart.
The boy sitting behind me wrote me a letter. I read it and stuffed it into my schoolbag. A few days later, he wrote it again, but I still stuffed it into my schoolbag.I dare not reply, but I knew that there was someone who cared about me and I still secretly liked me.
Then one evening, he threw the two letters on my face, furious like a lion, and he forced me to ask if I had been in love all night. A familiar guest called him and asked why the stall was not put on it. He shouted angrily, "I'm not happy, it's your business!"
He used all the words he could think of to humiliate me. I was pulled to the boy's house and asked clearly. My tears flowed, even my heart was dead.
The first time I raised my head and confronted him, I didn’t, I did nothing! What are you scolding? He was stunned for a moment and roared louder. You still know how to talk back. You, are you hard?
He looked around anxiously, obviously looking for a weapon to attack me. As soon as I turned around, I ran out of the house. My mother called me in panic. He was still yelling, asking her to get out, go away, and if she has the ability, she will never come back!
I sat at the entrance of the alley and cried loudly, and the passers-by stared at me curiously. The night became darker and thicker, and it was my mother who found me. She said, don’t blame your father, he was also angry. He is also for your own good.
I sneered, where is he doing it for me?
The next day, he found the school and in front of the teacher, he asked me to write a guarantee letter and never fall in love early.
I lay on the table with tears in my eyes and wrote. He yelled impatiently, crying, and I knew I was crying, are you annoying?
At that moment, I secretly swear in my heart that I will never shed a single tear in front of him again in this life.
I stubbornly refused to call him dad. I studied silently, like every day in the past, peeling the onion while reading a book.
probably saw that I had grown up and he scolded me less. The guests joked that he should have made a lot of money over the years, so why didn’t he afford a house? He said, if a married woman has splashed out water, who will live in the house for?
So, we have been living in an old bungalow. I'm not a boy, he doesn't even bother to have the idea of buying a new house.
I tried my best to study, I was crazy looking forward to growing up, I could go to college, work, and stay away from him. I will never eat his or her or wear his or her. I will have nothing to do with his life.
3
I was admitted to university. He set up a table at home, drank two more glasses, and said proudly on the table, "My daughter, I dare not say anything else, I'm just good at studying!"
The first time I heard him praise me, I was so surprised that I couldn't believe my ears.
On the day I went to report, I insisted on not sending me. My mother was worried. He glared at me and said, "The child is old, so why can I give me a gift? I can throw it away." Let her go by herself!
Wait until I arrived at the school, packed everything, called my mother to report her safety, and my mother said, have you seen your father? I was surprised and asked back, what's wrong with him? My mother said, this old ghost just likes to speak out and argue. As soon as you left, he was worried and followed him.
For a moment, my heart was mixed. After putting the phone, I ran downstairs, found the school gate, and went to a small restaurant. I finally saw him sitting next to a narrow square table, drinking beer very attentively, looking very satisfied.
I looked at him for a while, turned around and walked away silently. I don't know what to say to him. After all, we have not spoken seriously in the past few years. Even the saying "Dad" seems to me very hard to say.
I planned to do it early in the morning. When I went to college, I had to rely on myself and work and earn money to support myself. But in fact, he sends generous living expenses every month. I changed my mind, why don’t I use his money? I don’t need it in vain. So, I was at ease and bought beautiful clothes and genuine CDs.
called my mother and said she wanted to buy a mobile phone. My mother said, "What do you want a mobile phone for, a student?" Before I could speak, I heard him say next to me, "Buy a mobile phone, okay, just buy it, what are you talking about, I'll send her money tomorrow."
Then, I bought MP3 again, a few months later, I changed to MP4 again, and later, I bought a laptop again.
I was also confused. Why did this old man suddenly become so easy to talk to? It looks like a different person. I had long hair, straightened it for one semester, curled it for the other semester, wore a skirt, wore endlessly, and wore it in winter. He seemed to have completely lost his temper and turned a blind eye to all this. I asked me at the dining table, girl, just say whatever you want to buy. Don't envy others.
My mother secretly told me that he was worried that I had gone to a big city and had a broad vision. I was dizzy by those colorful temptations, which would make bad people take advantage of loopholes. So, he decided to implement the "rich support" policy for me. He learned the word "rich support" one day when he watched TV.
I couldn't help laughing, and my mother said, "Your dad, your temper is a little ugly, but I still love you very much. As for you, don't blame him."
He still set up a stall in the night market, but because his mother was in poor health, he hired two small workers. Some people suggested that he might as well rent a store, but he refused, saying that the store rent was too high and it was not cost-effective. Others laugh at him, how much money you have to earn is enough, who doesn’t know that your boss Huang has money!
He laughed and said, "My daughter needs money to study." People laughed even more, don’t you always think of giving birth to a daughter? No matter how you raise it, it will help others raise it. Why spend so much money for her? He glared at the eyes and said nothing, money was earned for her.
He no longer asked me to go to the night market to help, but instead said that if you have time, go out for more fun. When he was in his junior year, he couldn't help but ask me, girl, have you ever been friends? I said no. He thought about it and said, "If there is a good deal, you can talk about it."
When I heard him talking to my mother at night, I seemed very worried. The girl was so beautiful, why no one chased her?
My heart warmed up. As I grew older, I knew that no matter how fierce he was in the past, he was for my own good. He doesn't like girls because he thinks raising girls is very tired and worried. Unlike boys, he will get bigger if he throws them away. Life was so difficult for those years, and he couldn't help but feel depressed, so he could not show a good look for me.
When I grow up a little, he is afraid that I am too beautiful and silly, and that I am like a flower, and that many bees will stung. I don’t know when my daughter will become bad. When he grew up, he was worried and no one liked me...
He was really not a successful father. His education method was simple, straightforward and rough, and he would not express his feelings. However, I found myself slowly forgetting the bad things he used to treat me. But the long-lost father still didn't call him. Although I understood him, I was still far from forgiveness.
4
After graduating from university, I returned to my hometown and went around for a long time before I found a job as an office clerk in a small company. I was not happy about doing it, but he was happy, saying that the small company was under little pressure and would not be very hard. The amount of money is not a problem.
He was still worried about my boyfriend's problem. He would definitely talk about the topic if he didn't say three words. I was impatient if I said too much. He said, "If I think I was annoyed, I would say it earlier. At worst, I could move out." He choked. I will never mention this from now on.
My job is relatively easy. I write articles in my spare time. I posted on the forum I used to go to. A friend advised me to submit to magazines, so I slowly started writing and became an amateur writer. Because I don’t want the company’s people to know that the royalties address and name are all his.
received the remittance bill for the first time. He put on reading glasses , looked at it for a long time, and asked me carefully, is it yours? Manuscript fee?
I nodded. The expression on his face suddenly became complicated. In his opinion, people who can write with a pen are particularly good at making money. He has a skeptical expression all night.
On the evening, I went out to have a gathering with my friends. When I got home, I saw him and two old men drinking with two tables in the yard. He held the small royalties and pointed them to the two old men again and again, and said proudly, "Look, my daughter's royalties."
25 years old, I finally got a boyfriend. This is a love gained through the Internet. My boyfriend was the person who gave me some advice on the forum back then. I am an IT person who works in the provincial capital. We first chatted, and then I went to the provincial capital to meet him. In this way, I fell in love.
My boyfriend strongly encouraged me to resign and go to the provincial capital. Even if I did nothing, he was willing to support me for the rest of his life.
He knew it, and was furious and scolded his boyfriend for his beautiful thoughts. He worked hard to raise his daughter for more than 20 years, so how could he go out so cheaply? He ordered me to ask my boyfriend to come to see him, and then talk about it after he passed this level.
The boyfriend came soon and bought big and small bags of things, but he always had a stern face, as if someone owed him a lot of debts.
My boyfriend is cheerful and takes the initiative to go to the kitchen to help his mother cook. He walks around the house and teaches his boyfriend a lesson every few minutes. He needs to wash the vegetables clean. Well, the beef should be cut along, and the salt should be weighed and put. The girl doesn’t like to eat salty food!
My boyfriend secretly told me, it’s really hard to please your dad.
I was a little angry and told him that no matter whether he agrees or not, I will go to the provincial capital with my boyfriend and ask him to respect my decision.
He didn't say anything for a long time, but his boyfriend couldn't bear it anymore and promised him confidently that he would take good care of me.
He asked his mother to bring a bottle of white wine, pour a full cup for himself, and then a full cup for his boyfriend, and killed it without saying a word. My boyfriend was not drunk, he became drunk. Sleeped for a day.
He went to see me off before leaving. Through the car window, I suddenly realized that his back seemed to be more bent than in previous years, and his black hair had also grown a lot of white hair. The car started and I saw him wipe his tears, and I couldn't help but my nose was sour.
5
I quickly found an editorial job in a magazine, called him and told him not to worry, I was fine.
He loves to call me more and more, complaining that things are getting more and more expensive, and his mother always plays mahjong, and his waist always hurts.
Sometimes I am busy and interrupt him impatiently, and he is very disappointed. But the next day, I called as usual and continued to nag about my troubles yesterday.
My boyfriend and I decided to buy a house and get married after decorating the house. Faced with the high housing prices in the city, my boyfriend's parents decided that they would pay the down payment and we just need to pay the decoration fee ourselves. He got it and rushed to my magazine overnight, and said, "We will pay for it, it's useless to live in his place."
I am both angry and funny, what is his mine, we will not be a family in the future. He doesn't think so. What do you know? Don't say that you are not married yet and don't know what will happen tomorrow. Even if you get married, you can't say that you can't live a lifetime.
I am a little annoyed, what about the father of my daughter? He didn't care about my ugly face and continued to say that the down payment is half the price of our two families, and your name must be written on the property certificate. Girl, you have to be a person with many scruples.
He carefully took out the passbook from his bag, "Where, your dad is rich, don't worry, you keep it all for you." Half of this money is used to pay the down payment of the house, and you save the rest yourself. Remember, it is yours. Don’t let that kid know. Women, you always have to have some money around you. Do you understand, silly girl!
Before I got married, my stepfather who had always hated me but saved me all his savings
I saw his hand holding the passbook, thin and wrinkled, like a tree that had exhausted his efforts. I suddenly understood what he meant. In his heart, no matter who I want to live with, I will love other men. I am just his daughter. He only cares about me. He wants to ensure that I am not bullied and will live with peace of mind.
was stunned when he saw me, and he explained again that I would definitely buy a new house after I made money. This money is easy to make. Where, take it!
Unconsciously, my tears came down. I remember that I swear not to cry in front of him, but I still didn't do it.I choked and screamed, Dad...
He scolded me, look at you, I have a problem since I was a child, I cry at any time, crying, what's the point of crying?
In fact, his tears also flowed all over his face... (original title: "25 years old, he handed me a passbook ")
This story has been authorized by the author: Miss Tong , authorized to read the story every day app exclusively. Its affiliated account "Tanke" has obtained legal subauthorization and publishing, and infringement will be pursued.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-