Time flies, and the white colt passes through the gap. Father's jet-black hair had quietly turned white. One day the father sat on the couch looking at the white balls on the table and asked his son, what is this son?
The son said: Dad, this is a mothball, and the father said: Oh! After a while, the father smiled and asked: Son, what is this? The son still calmly replied: This is a mothball.
The father just stared at the white balls on the table, while the hadron just watched the bears in a daze. Just when the father asked the hadron again, the hadron was obviously impatient, and the hadron said: That's mothballs, mothballs, do you understand? The father looked at his son aggrievedly and did not dare to make a sound. Hadron also blushed and watched TV because he was loud scolding his father. After a while, the father cried out in pain, and the hadron saw that the mothballs on the table were gone, and the father cried out in pain, and the hadron realized that his father had eaten the mothballs. Hadron hurriedly sent his father to the hospital. My father was hospitalized and diagnosed with Himertz syndrome.
Hadron went home to pack his bags and come to the hospital to take care of his father, but just as he was packing his things, he suddenly found a diary inside the table, which was surprising. It reads,
One day my son asked me, Dad, what is this?
I told him it was mothball, and soon after, my son asked Dad, what is it? Dad patiently said: Son, this is mothball. Over and over again. The diary was recorded a total of 17 times. Hadron looked at the diary in disbelief, and his eyes were moist........