My father, who had come to my place of work before he died that year, heard that his father had come to see me and said that he wanted to eat the big sauce from the Northeast family, so I told my father to let him bring it

My father, who had come to the place where I worked before he died, the villagers in the office heard that my father came to see me and said that they wanted to eat the sauce from the northeast family, so I told my father to let him bring it, but I did not expect that this became a parting between me and my father.

When the kind father heard that I was going to bring sauce to my colleague, he didn't say a word, more than 2,000 kilometers, took the train all the way with his shoulders on his back. The 70-year-old body, tossing and turning all the way, when he stood in front of me, it was windy and dusty, which was painful.

Several colleagues from my hometown divided up the sauce separately, but no one asked my father. He lived in my dorm room for almost a month, and none of the so-called fellow villagers came to see him.

Until my father passed away 1 year later, I didn't know that the cause of his illness was actually too tired, remembering that he carried a heavy sauce jar all the way down the train and bus several times, from Heilongjiang to Shenzhen, and even for the sake of the child's words, desperately trying to bring things over.

Those so-called friends, when they need you, they listen to a basket of nice words, superficially magnificent, but after turning around, they go their separate ways.

My old father, I am full of remorse, but it does not help, it is my own ignorance, for the so-called friends, dragging down the people who love me the most, when I realize this, I have already been a person.

Everyone should recognize right and wrong, what to do and what not to do, not to please for survival, and not to give up principles for flattery. #Emotional Stories #My Old Father# #情感 #