Zhu Ziqing's "back shadow" makes the role of his father more or less covered with a kind of heartache and heaviness. And my father, as long as he appears on camera, he has his own cuteness and joy, and I think this old man is the most interesting old man I have ever seen.
Those stories when I was young were too long and too far, I will not say, just say that in recent years, Dad's ears have become more and more back, bought him a hearing aid, and did not bring it, but also liked to chat with people, so chatting and chatting about forks, every time can make us laugh out of the goose sound.
Today at the big brother's house dinner, the old man glanced at me and said: Swallow, how come you are fat again, it is time to lose weight. I said: White, can't be reduced. The old man smiled and said, "What, can't put on your shoes?" People are fat and round-footed, of course, they can't wear shoes.
The daughter laughed and explained loudly again: Grandpa, the mother said she could not reduce it... The old man said while sniffing melon seeds: Yes, I can't put it on and take it off, and my feet are stuck...
The daughter said: Grandpa, your ears, I am also drunk... Dad said: Yes, your mother is fat and wasted...
Emma, it was hard to communicate with the old man. After that, I chatted with my mother, big brother and sister-in-law, and the old man stretched his head to listen for half a day, listening to a lonely, so he brushed the vibrato himself, and when I looked back at him, I dripped a good obedience, and the old man held the mobile phone to sleep.
Fall asleep, still snoring, from my point of view, full of face folds, but also a pair of mouths that seem to be old ladies, we can fall asleep with such a loud voice, your world is too happy!
There is a kind of drowsiness called seeing the needle in the seam, my father is such a person, no matter when and where, no matter the sky falls, people can always come to sleep unceremoniously.
Then I thought this sleep was really cute, so I snapped the drops to take a picture of him, and he woke up, while yawning and saying: Drink tea and drink drops Of Joe sleepy... I said that dad was really innocent, and the old man took up the teacup and said: Yes, your eldest brother brewed jasmine tea...
While laughing, I said to my mother, my father's fork, can go to the sketch, do not use the draft, directly improvise... Dad looked at me, listened to my back note, and explained: What, you said I was blowing blindly, you asked your brother, is it jasmine tea.
At this moment, I suddenly found a good way to cure depression, that is, to chat with this old man, no matter what you say, he can give you the boundlessness of the fork, too healing.
I especially envy people like my father, who have nothing to worry about every day, have been a teacher all my life, have taught books for 42 years, never quarreled with anyone, fought with each other, and was a good old man completely.
Now because of the back of the ear, limiting his humor and humor, otherwise, a meal down, there are few who do not spray rice.
I have always felt that the pattern of motherhood is related to the future of the child, and the disposition of the father is bound to the happiness of the child. Because of the grandeur of the mother, our brothers and sisters flew out of the mountain, because the father was optimistic and interesting, so we were calm and open-minded!
Special relief, 75-year-old father and mother, good health, happy mood, can eat and sleep, can talk and blow, with our children, what do we want?
When I took a picture of my father again, the old man looked up at me and said: My face is folded, what to shoot, I said: Just the folds of this face, only full of happiness!
This time the old man heard clearly, and he looked at him and peeled the melon seeds: What a blessing, a face of scum tofu... I said: Scum tofu is also a blessing.
Then the old man said to himself: slag tofu, steamed steamed buns, eat a bite to find the mother-in-law, the mother-in-law does not give good food to eat, back to the mother's house to find the grandfather, the grandfather picked up the little crutch, the beard smiled Oh, the mother's family does not have your meal, the door a lump...
Emma, the old man's slip of the tongue, but it made us laugh badly, and the old mother immediately said to me: Did you hear me? After returning to my mother's house, there is nothing to eat, only a lump of...
My eight-petaled mouth could not stand up to a word, and a picture directly floated out of my mind: that old mountain village, a dilapidated wooden gate, a pile of steaming...
Worthy of my father, even if deaf, he will always be the male number one of the story, and he will always be the source of our happiness!
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