"My father is a glorious oil worker... He is very filial and afraid of grandma... His hobby is watching ghost movies..." In elementary school, everyone would be assigned such an essay, titled "My Dad" . I wrote the above sentences very honestly.
My father is a typical "phoenix man". He was admitted to university from a remote rural area, assigned to work in a large state-owned enterprise in the city, and married to a young and beautiful mother. My mother is very capable. Although I graduated from technical secondary school, I had already contracted several vegetable markets near my house when I was very young. The income was several times that of my father. .
But grandma and grandma's family didn't like mom. One year we went back to the countryside to celebrate the New Year. Everyone was chatting happily at the dinner table, but suddenly, for some reason, the topic turned to my mother's belly is useless and gave birth to a girl, my mother is useless. I still remember the way a group of rural people spit on the table and mocked my mother, while my father was silent next to me, and my mother did not make much rebuttal (people with different values actually have nothing to say) , throw the bowl directly and leave.
When I grew up, I learned that my grandmother had repeatedly asked my parents to have another boy. The father repeatedly refused, and the grandmother who gave birth to 4 sons could not understand this, and instead kept putting pressure on the mother, in which the father played the role of a transparent person. ——When it comes to the problem of grandma, my father becomes a dutiful son, a timid dutiful son.
But when watching horror movies, Dad was brave. When I was very young, I was required to go to bed at 9 o'clock every day. Whenever I secretly looked into the living room through the crack of the door, I could always see my father sitting in the dark, facing the TV at home. ", "Ghost Doll Hanako", "Midnight Bell" and other CDs... At that time, my mother had begun to go home frequently at night.
Dad works in a state-owned enterprise, and he is quite stupid and has no background. He has never been promoted in his life, but he is also idle. In the evenings when I was in elementary school, he used to take me to the work unit to play on the computer. I still remember that there was a game called Thor's Hammer at that time, which could beat people to blood. I controlled the mouse to shoot, he controlled the keyboard to move, and the two It's a pleasure to work with individuals. The hobby of playing horror games was retained by us. Later, we played classic games such as Tomb Raider and Resident Evil together.
Mom married someone else when I was in junior high and I was sentenced to Dad. At that time, I had already started to love beauty and kept my hair long (I always had short hair when I was in elementary school), and my father learned to braid me. At first, because of poor skills, I was so angry that I cried. I didn't want to wear a school uniform every day like I did in elementary school, but I longed for beautiful clothes, so my father took me to buy them. His salary was not high, but when he bought me clothes, he never refused any clothes because they were too expensive. purchase.
There is no more quarrel between my parents at home, and my mother and I have not communicated much, but my mood has become relaxed and happy, and my academic performance has improved by leaps and bounds. Dad) fell in love, and spent his middle school years under Dad's connivance and doting.
Dad's taste in video games changed when I was in high school, when The Walking Dead series became popular, and he also abandoned ghost movies and began to be keen on watching zombie movies and playing zombie games such as Survival on Steam. When I went to college, my dad tore his ligament in volleyball and got two nails in his shoulder. I sold the computer at home second-hand, and he was not allowed to play computer games again. He is also obedient. So the common entertainment is to watch one or two zombie movies with him every time he goes home, such as the latest season of The Walking Dead, Train to Busan, death videos, the Living Dead series, etc...
This winter vacation, I brought him an iphone with my internship salary at BCG. The moment he got the phone, his eyes lit up and he was as happy as a child, but for the first time I felt that my father was getting old.
Later, I taught him to play "After Tomorrow" on his mobile phone, and we went back to the days of fighting zombies together. My dad, who has never used Apple, is very fond of the iPhoneX, and has repeatedly said that "the iPhone is better than other mobile phones when playing games, and the picture is very real"! Now that I think about it, Dad is complimenting his mobile phone. His words are obviously full of pride for his daughter... We, who haven't played games together for a long time, spent a week shouting like this. young again...
My dad and I’s shared interest in zombie works has never faded. Or, after I left home and went to college, I kept this common interest even more deliberately… I don’t want my dad and I to talk about further studies and employment. Waiting for a heavy topic...
So the time came to yesterday - as soon as the school PT put on the shelves the seeds of "Walking With Loads", I downloaded it and passed it on to my father - I know that this film is not as bloody as other zombie films, and my father seems to have been mad at the blood. The lens is aesthetically exhausting; I also watched the 7-minute short film in 2013 and knew how emotional the story was. I'm afraid that I'll burst into tears when I watch with him, and suddenly break the tacit understanding that we have worked so hard to maintain for so many years...
Just now my father called and said that he had finished reading it as soon as possible. He first commented on the film pretending to be calm, and then added: "This film is actually nothing special. It is an animal instinct to protect children, and males, especially for the continuation of their genes, will work harder. It's all normal."
I followed along at the time, trying my best to ease the atmosphere and prevent the conversation from slipping into solemnity... After the call ended, I turned on the computer and cried and wrote this.
Honestly, the movie wasn't good enough, but I still appreciate it. It gave me another interesting communication with my dad, and brought me another thought...
Postscript: After I went to college, I realized that "a child without a mother is like a grass", my character as a girl and the character of a girl with a complete family are really different: I'm not like a girl in a beautiful family So soft, so coquettish, so endearing... For a period of time, I once blamed my father for why I was so filial and cowardly, why I couldn't keep my mother and let me have a complete family; Being poor all my life, I was limited in my vision and lived so hard because of poverty... But as I got older, I understood that everyone's ability and vision are limited and cannot be forced. I am very aggrieved and chilling, and I understand the hard work he has spent raising me alone in the past few years... But even so, Dad still gave me a happy boyhood. He has been within his power and has given me all his love.
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