My father's letter changed from paper to WeChat

□ Song Yang

Since my father stopped staying with us, his letters came to my phone every five minutes in the form of WeChat.

My father's ears were not very good, and seven or eight years ago, I gave him an old "lollipop machine." My father is in his seventies and can read and write, but he knows nothing about electronic products. I think it's troublesome to send texting, there is something, our grandfather and son will call directly.

Half a year ago, my father went to my sister's side and helped my mother bring the children for my sister. One day, his "lollipop machine" suddenly broke down. Take it to repair, the master is very surprised - in the past two years, it is difficult for the elderly to find a "lollipop machine"! The accessories were discontinued, the repairs were fruitless, and his sister had to buy him a smart phone.

Listening to my sister, when I first got the smartphone, my father looked confused. Just teaching him to turn on, unlock, and make calls took a lot of time. For a long time, after my father called me and said, "Okay, that's it, I hung up," I kept hearing all kinds of voices coming from the other end of the phone—he always forgot the red "hang up" button to end the call. I have always been worried about my father's use of a smartphone, there is a real emergency, if my father can't contact me, it will be bad.

If it is half a month of fear. One day, my WeChat suddenly came to a message requesting to add a friend. The fox suspiciously clicked "Apply through friends", and it was sent by his father - Oh my God! My father actually learned to play WeChat. Immediately after, a string of greeting emoticons jumped out of my WeChat - a bunch of emojis in the combination of hearts, teacups, wine glasses, smiley faces, flowers, and gifts, and there was actually a "frustration". Haha, it seems that the father is a novice after all, and the choice of WeChat emoticons cannot be handy. I called over and asked, and my father on the other end of the phone was very excited and asked me if I received WeChat. He also said that his WeChat friends have seven people, including me, sister, mother, and aunt...

Since wechat, the way my father and I contacted has changed. His sister had taught him handwriting input. Every day, he sent a greeting message, and after the text, a series of red expressions warmed my heart. After I was confused and still worried by my old father, I seemed to have returned to the childhood when I lay on my father's back and fell asleep peacefully, and returned to the university era when I received letters from my father.

When I was in college, even the richest students had only "BP machines." Letters became my only way to connect with my family. Perhaps it was too hard to read in the third year of high school, and when I first entered the university, I opened the life mode of "playing college". At the end of the first semester, the test results gave me a headshot — I hung up two subjects. During the winter vacation, I was uneasy but pretended to be indifferent and returned home. The Spring Festival was spent in the reunion, but I was worried in my heart. It was almost school again, and one day, when I was rummaging through the cupboard for clothes to take to school, I made a surprising discovery—my father's notebook. On the front of the notebook are the accounts of family income and expenditure; on the back, from the first page, the letters written by my father are neatly and densely copied, a total of 4 letters. Read them one by one, and they are exactly the 4 letters my father wrote to me last semester — one a month. I was stunned—it turned out that every time i sent me a letter, my father copied it verbatim into his notebook. Father treasured his heartfelt words to me, but I had long since discarded the letters he had sent me. The father's letter, every word is a father's love and expectation for his son, and I repay him with a failed exam. Looking at my father's letter, tears of guilt came out of my eyes...

In the second semester of my freshman year, I successfully entered the top 5 of my class, and two of them also got the highest scores in my grade. I know that it was the father and the father's letter that gave me strength.

Times are changing, and today, my father's letters no longer come to me in a paper way, but I firmly believe that whether it is the era of letters or the Era of WeChat, my father's love for me has never changed.

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