My father was a serious man, and now I finally understand that this decision is very important

I have had a special respect for my father since I was a child. I've seen him since I was a kid. At first, he was short. Later, his military rank was gradually promoted. I worked with my mom to accompany him. I lived with my father from birth until I graduated from high school. Until then, I kept asking him why he was separated from my father. I never realized why my father worked so hard? Later, as I grew up, I finally understood that my father was responsible as a soldier, and I finally understood that my mother was responsible as a sister-in-law, so basically, I never opposed my father's strict teachings, but I was still a daughter. Sometimes I complain that my father treated me like a soldier. Too demanding. But it was much better to see my father every day than before. I am happy.

But then, when I went to college, I was very different from my father. He told me to go to college now. But then, I didn't want to join the army like him, because I respected him as a soldier, but I didn't want to be a soldier myself. Mom always loved me fighting with Dad, but after that, for the first time, I felt like Dad was too strong, which made me a little embarrassed. Because she knew I always had my own ideas. I usually talk to my father, but I don't want to make him sad. But I've gone further. I told my mom I wanted to work in the future, but then I didn't know what my mom did and dad promised me to choose a school. But I think he'll understand me. How I graduated from a steady working day when my father suddenly came back to tell me I was getting married. I'm telling you, I'm not looking for a boyfriend to marry, eh? He said he helped me find a husband and I just had to get married quietly.

Of course, I categorically refused, but this time even my mother couldn't help but say a word. How can I cry? My mother only told me that my father must not have wronged me, and that this family, even she was very happy, so I would not think about it again. They made me believe that they would do it for my parents, and of course they wouldn't hurt me, and made me promise my father that I would be ready for his wedding. Mom also told me that Dad was looking for my relatives to be his comrades-in-arms for many years, I was sure, but I didn't understand why Dad was so angry, not asking for ransom, not asking for a dowry, but asking for forgiveness, I just wanted to tell my parents that I had just found a boyfriend, but I hadn't had time to say it yet, but this time, when I saw that My mother didn't help me, let alone worry about talking about the exit, I thought about it again, because I chose school. My father said something to me, and I know he always said something. This time, even the wedding was arranged. Later, my mother told me. Obviously, I didn't want to, and in order to give me time to raise objections, I didn't get a chance to discuss.

I see a man with a beautiful wife. He served in the army, in my father's hands. Maybe there's something special about him, what did he get from my father? But we've only met a few times and I don't think he's special. I also hinted to my mother that he was my father's son, my former comrade-in-arms. When I got married, I heard my father say on stage that I didn't know anything. Although I wanted to ask, I knew now was not the time. When I came back on the third day, I knew from my father why I wanted me to marry him. He was the son of a poor comrade-in-arms. That was ten years ago, and they were all affectionate and always took care of each other. Then they also lined up in a row. For decades, no one was as affectionate as they were, and later, each of them became a family. Because he was more senior than his father, he chose his family to accompany him in advance, but half a month before my mother and I went camping, my father was almost assigned to Xinjiang.

At the suggestion of his father, the old comrade-in-arms applied for a mission and asked his father to stay and meet us. His father was grateful for his kindness, but no one expected that he would lose his life because Highland proved unable to get help in time. For two days and two nights, he could not be together, and knelt before his wife and son to ask for forgiveness.

Because before he joked with his father that when he had a son and his father had a daughter, he said that when I arrived at the army, he would come from Xinjiang. I knew my father was a serious man, and now I finally understand that this decision is very important.