Three men in my life

If you're looking at the emotional entanglement of one woman and three men, it may be disappointing you.

Here, I just want to talk about how after my mother left, these three men naturally became a large part of my life at different stages of my life.

1. Taciturn father

Mom was gone, and I followed my dad every day, not wanting to go to school and not wanting to talk to people.

Everywhere I went, I felt that everyone was pointing behind my back, "Look, it's this child, unfortunately, her mother is so good-looking, why is it so stupid, why can't you think about it..."

At the time, our family was doing small business, in the middle of the street. In addition, our family is a big family, and we all know it in Center Street, so this matter is boiling over. You can imagine how much pressure my dad was under at that time.

I was idle at home for quite some time.

Later, under the repeated pressure of my father, I had to go back to school.

In the time before the fifth grade of elementary school, I was very inferior at school, reluctant to talk to my classmates, and my studies were average, belonging to the kind of people who could not find it.

My dad paid little attention to my studies, and we communicated less in our daily lives, but I remember that he was very busy at that time. However, he was basically responsive to my requests, as long as they were not excessive.

Later, I went to junior high school and was still in our town, 5 minutes from my house to school.

Now that I think about it, my junior high school years were simply the highlight of my life. Study well, always at the top of the class, three years of English class representatives, as a class president.

Every time I came home with these messages, I couldn't remember exactly how happy Dad was, because his feelings were rarely exposed, but I could feel that he was happy.

It was at that time that my father's laissez-faire of my studies gave me free space. At that time, there was only one idea that supported me to study well, and I had to study hard and not let him down.

Later, I went to high school, the second highest school in our county.

My dad started his journey to send his daughter.........

From the first year of high school to the third year of high school, every winter and summer vacation, my father insisted on sending me to school and carrying me with his electric tricycle.

In fact, our home is very close to the county seat, and it takes more than 10 minutes by car to get there, which is very convenient.

Most of my classmates carry their own luggage and take their own buses.

My good friend of the three years of high school, who was particularly envious of me at the time, always said to me, how good your father is, always send you!

Until I was admitted to college, my father once again, carrying a large bag of luggage, sent me to school...

My college girlfriend listened to my story, listened to a father escorting his daughter all the way, and said with a look of adoration, I will find such a husband in the future!

Later, when I got married, my girlfriend went. She met my dad...

Now that I think about it, on my path of growing up, my father, who was not very talkative, didn't seem to teach me anything, and it seemed that he taught me everything...

His reality,

His forbearance,

He thinks of others in everything he does,

His reluctance to cause trouble for others

His every move had a big impact on my personality and gave me a heavy touch of color for the rest of my life.

Who's next? Friends guess