He was a big boy, in the library, tears snapping down his cheeks. He only ate two meals a day, 12 yuan of noodles can eat for a week, a meal of white boiled noodles, relying on a hundred yuan to support

He was a big boy, in the library, tears snapping down his cheeks. He only ate two meals a day, 12 yuan of noodles can eat for a week, a meal of white boiled noodles, relying on a hundred yuan to support two months. At the moment when he was hungry, he deeply realized that every penny he spent was the hard-earned money earned by his old father. My father had been driving a taxi for more than twenty years and had suffered a lot of grievances.

When he was a child, he once saw his father sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes red, the corners of his mouth twitching, not a single tear, and his eyes full of helplessness. But he was small at the time, and now every time he thinks about it, he wants to go back to that day and hug this man who carries a family, silent, not good at words, only a man who silently pays patience and even has to grit his teeth and endure crying...