Dad is a criminal policeman, he has an expressionless and dull face, and I want to see his thoughts from his face, which I haven't done in so many years. I always said that my father's facial muscles were necrotic and he had a paralyzed face, and my mother did not allow me to say so. Dad not only has a serious and single expression, but also a very simple expression of emotions. In my childhood memory, I was more afraid of my father. Once the final exam was not good, I asked my mother not to tell my father, but the father who rarely cared about my grades actually asked the results when he entered the door, he asked the tone of the people, even at home there was a deterrent during the interrogation, so just asking a sentence, it broke through his daughter's psychological defense line, let me collapse instantly, fell into the crying that I couldn't hold back!
Dad's personality is stable when he says good, and he is stupid when he says bad, and he has a super long reflex arc. Once when my father was working at home, my mother asked: Army, don't you drink water? I was sitting on the ground playing, my mother asked, my father did not say a word, the room fell into a long silence, I forgot this sentence, after ten minutes, my father suddenly jumped out of a cold word: drink. The mother actually understood, and brought a glass of water to the father. They were amazing, but I thought, if one day I get married and my husband talks to me like this, I will definitely ignore him. But my mother was proud of my father, and she always told me about the very good deeds in my father's work, which led me to admire my father especially since I was a child. Dad likes to wear a cotton jacket with short sleeves inside and outside in winter, and I wear it that way. Dad wears sneakers today, and I will never wear leather shoes. I like to eat meat, but daddy eats pulp water today, I think the pulp water surface is very fragrant in Dad's mouth, and it must be very fragrant in my mouth. For this reason, my mother said to me, daddy drink you a girl can not learn. I said, Daddy can drink, why can't I drink. I am learning everything from my father, and maybe because I have not studied well since I was a child, I hope that one day in the future, I can become as good as him. Because of my admiration for Daddy, I especially loved talking to him. But talk to Daddy, you have to have a strong sense of frustration, you can talk to him. The two of us communicated for an hour when I kept talking to My Dad, and he probably said a "Hmm." The more he does not talk, the more I love to talk to him, I gave him a WeChat name note is "my father daddy Every time my father came home, he seemed particularly tired, and in my memory, when I was a child, I often did not see my father, sent me to school for a parent-teacher conference, and took care of my life. It's not that Dad doesn't come home, it's that he and I are completely on two time tracks, he doesn't come home until I sleep, he wakes up and he goes to work, and he's busier at work when I'm on vacation. Sometimes when Dad came back, I liked to lie by his side and talk to him, but I said for half an hour, And Dad was actually tired and fell asleep for a minute, and I had no choice but to ridicule: Mom, I successfully coaxed Dad to sleep with a nagging sound. And Dad actually used me to sleep, often when he was eating and watching TV, he leaned against the wall and began to purr. When the mother was angry, she scolded the old father to use the family as a carriage and horse shop, that is, to come back to change clothes and sleep; when she was happy, she said that the old father was a horse, and he could sleep standing when he was tired of running!
Dad's occupational disease was particularly serious, and he always brought his illness home. Usually Grandma, Mom and I always talk and laugh at home, the home is full of joy, but as soon as Dad opens his mouth, the atmosphere is switched to another channel, and the profession shapes his language expression and even speech expression. Every time I tell my father, can you laugh and talk to me, but his face is always bleak and cloudless, even if sometimes I naughtily lift the corners of his mouth, but soon the corners of his mouth fall off. His smile and expression, I couldn't pinch it with my hand. Dad is introverted and does not like to talk, the others from the sports team are tall and tall, at first glance they look very fierce, and they feel that one punch can knock down ten of them, but after a long time, you will find that he is gentle and delicate in his heart, and he is very understanding. In short, being friends with my father is a thing that will never be lost. I praise my father so much because he never paints bread on people's mouths, but he will buy you the cake himself and let you really eat it in your mouth. Anyone in my family mentions what they want to eat, you can rest assured, as long as Daddy is free, he will always buy it back to give you a full wish. Dad is particularly busy, and rarely stays at home, and the father who is not always around us is the proudest topic hanging on the lips of our mother and daughter. Mom often said, don't look at your father's appearance is cold, the heart is actually very soft and filial, every New Year's Festival, he will send red envelopes to grandma to express his heart. I looked up to your father at that time, that is, I looked at his kindness. At that time, there was not much money as a student, but when you met a beggar, he would always put some money in you. Dad and I also had very little communication, but there were many spiritual touches left for me. When I was in elementary school, my classmates' parents drove better cars than my dad's van, and I always felt that my dad's car was the most reassuring and down-to-earth. Once the father out of the community alley, in front of the car walked a very old man, the mother said you press the horn, the father said in case the old man is in a hurry, scared to walk and fall what to do? So the old man walked slowly, and how slowly Daddy's car moved. In this way, I followed the old man for nearly a hundred meters, for several minutes, and the old man did not press the horn, and that softness has been deeply rooted in my heart for many years. Now that I have gone to college and slowly come into contact with society, I know that in fact, human nature is also selfish a lot of times, but I have always thought, be kind to others, starting from my father, and inheriting from me.
Mom is similar to my girlfriend friend, I like any boy, will tell the mother, the mother will tell me how to love someone correctly. These words were never talked to Dad. But from childhood writing to mother, it will be ordinary to write about the same as the classmates in the class, but when it comes to dad, it can be written with tears on the face. That time I wrote my father's essay, my mother read it, felt good, and showed it to my father. When Dad watched, i felt him taking a deep breath a few meters away. Later he wrote me a reply, which I still treasure. I thought to myself that this was like an earthquake, and there were often small earthquakes between me and my mother, and I was used to it. But dad and I could be quiet for a long time and nothing happened, but as soon as it happened, it was a big earthquake. That kind of earthquake comes from the depths of the soul, and My Father is my spiritual totem, and at the key points of life, he always gives me enough respect and wisdom to guide me. Because I didn't study well since I was a child, my family decided to let me study physical education in high school. But I feel fat and hate sports. But I grew up painting better, when I decided to learn to paint and take the road of art, the whole family was more hesitant, then the father stood up and said, you want to think well, choose this road, the future life will be completely dependent on yourself to fight, I nodded. Unexpectedly, I finally learned to paint because of this, and that happiness made me infinitely grateful to my father. In 2020, I was successfully admitted to the Xi'an Academy of Fine Arts, that year, my father was also rated as one of the top 100 criminal police officers in the country, and my mother said that this year, the family's good things came in pairs, and the whole family was particularly happy! After I went to college, I learned that many of the classmates' parents were divorced, and I originally thought that all the families were as happy as my family, so when the classmates exchanged hearts and talked about the family, I always complained about my father, afraid of stabbing the heart of my classmates, but in fact, how I wanted to show off my father. Of course, sometimes I didn't hold back, when I saw the deeds of my father on TV or on the Internet, I couldn't help but forward it to the circle of friends, writing: "This man is super excellent, this man is a father, he is my safe haven, he is my old cute"! Maybe because I got along well with my classmates, after hearing the deeds of my father, everyone said that I wish I had such a powerful and capable father. Later, when a lot of dad's publicity photos were hung in the subway, my classmates saw the photo taken for me, and the tone changed, they said, look, look, our dad's photos are hung on the subway! I said, this is not your dad, this is my dad! They all said, no, this is our common criminal police dad! Maybe because of my profession, my father was particularly strict with me, I didn't even have the opportunity to go out alone, and my father always told me how dangerous it was outside. But after going to college, I found that there were still many kind people outside, so sometimes my classmates played, so I ran away, but every time I came back, I was reprimanded by my father. My classmates were therefore opposed to my parents, but I didn't want my parents to worry, and once I told my parents after playing bungee jumping and said that I would take care of myself. But dad actually didn't know, even if I went, I was quiet and accustomed to it since I was a child, and I didn't like my classmates to take me to those lively places. College classmates don't love to go home, so I'm especially homesick. I even wanted my dad to play with me, even if he walked the whole park, he was like air, accompanying me without saying a word. When I was a child, I never traveled with my father. Once, when I returned from a few days of travel and saw my father, I had a feeling of being particularly excited and wanting to cry. Daddy always touches my nerve plexus. When junior high school was about to graduate, the school held a thanksgiving party, and the school set up a colored door that asked the boys to take their mother's hand and walk to the seat together, and the girls took their father's hand and walked to the seat together. My father had never held a parent-teacher conference for me since he was a child, it was the first time he came to our school, and I was nervous and excited that day, thinking that these people had not yet met my father. When I walked through that door with Daddy's hand in my hand, I kept apologizing to Daddy in my heart, I thought he was so good, and I didn't study well. At that time, I especially wanted to cry, but I couldn't cry, and I felt that it was humiliating to cry. That was the time when my father and I collided with each other's hearts. That day, I didn't dare to turn sideways to look at Daddy's face, afraid that if Daddy cried, I wouldn't be able to bear it anymore. Later, when I went to college, I thought about that time, and I wondered why I didn't look at my father's face at that time, and what was wrong with myself just crying, sitting next to me was my father, and I was crying with him. 28 years of police career, dad honor more and more, but I have always had a little guilt, he has passed the age he should be excellent more and more excellent, although I went to the Academy of Fine Arts, compared to him I always feel that I am very good. Since I was a child, my teacher praised me as a particularly loving child, so the only thing I could release outward was love. Father's Day, I sewed a lion with cloth for my father, and sent him a message on WeChat: Father, you are also a first-time father, you have no experience, I want to be more tolerant of you, you can also do not do well. At home, I especially like to say that I love my father, I love my mother, but I am afraid that one day they will be gone, and I have not had time to tell them how much I love them. Despite my shouting, Dad never responded to my expression.
Daddy belongs to the cattle, looks five big and three thick, it is difficult to tame, but in fact, he is very small white inside. When I was a child, one day when I came home, I rarely heard the taciturn old father actually shouting in fear, and the mother was holding a broom on the side to beat things, and when I asked if a mouse ran in the house, I laughed at the time, and sometimes I wanted to tease him, so I said to buy a mouse to raise, but in fact, I never really bullied him. From the outside, The old man looks like a tough guy, and the only time I saw the old man cry was when he died. Over the years, my grandmother lived with us and took care of me all the time, and my grandmother sometimes said that I was afraid of my grandmother. Dad told me that when the elders speak, you just have to listen. At that moment, I found that his dull face was actually a piece of wind and clouds inside, and it was such a heart that did not move, which gave me so many years of growing up quietly. Dad usually looks like a work machine without feelings. Once in the New Year, a group of people at home ate, and I was tired of that atmosphere and always wanted to go home early. After the wine, the whole person relaxed a lot, he saw that I was not as happy as usual, he lay on my shoulder, there was still a drunken taste in his mouth, he seemed to release his repressed nature through wine. He was singing in my ear at the time, and his beard was still relatively strong, but for me, this was a thing that had never been a particularly contrasting thing, because I was not used to it, I pushed him away at once. My mother later said to me, your father is usually so tired, you don't treat him like this. I've always wanted to have another time, and I won't push him away. But since then, it hasn't been. So much so that I often think about my father's mood at that time, and the song that was hummed in my ear, it was a Zheng Zhihua's "Sailor", "Bitter sand, the feeling of blowing the face...", I even learned this song later, and I would sing it when I missed my father. Following the vicissitudes of the lyrics, I tried to understand the father who was in words, trying to imagine how many grievances and hardships he had swallowed in his work over the years, and how many bloody storms he had endured. I know that I live so happily because he and a group of sailors like him are giving the giant ship of lights to the Wanjia family, resisting and sheltering the peace of the party. That day was the first time in my life that I felt my father's precious emotions, and that song also gave me a glimpse of the weakness and complexity hidden in his strong heart:
Always fantasize about another world at the end of the ocean
Always think that the brave sailor is a real boy
Always a weak and uncontrollable look
Sailors are always heard when they are being bullied
He said that this pain in the wind and rain is nothing to dry your tears and don't be afraid
At least we still have a dream, he said what this pain is in the wind and rain
Wipe away the tears without asking why
Narrator: The daughter of Liu Jun, the second top 100 criminal police officers
Author: Xi'an Municipal Public Security Bureau Mu Leilei
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