Seeing this, I was very embarrassed, my nose was so sore I couldn't stand it, so I cried. I remembered the other day after I got mad at my father and learned that he had rectal cancer. I knew the cause was a long-term high-fat diet, lack of physical exercise, and of course, family inheritance—grandpa died of bladder cancer. I persuaded him to cheer up and change his unhealthy lifestyle. Father listened indifferently, and said lightly, pay more attention to yourself, I don't care. That gesture, in my opinion, is that dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water. I couldn't control my temper, and I lashed out at him. He sat like Yong Won's father, as if I was scolding someone else. I suddenly caught a subtle look on his face—very dissatisfied, but temporarily surrendered. That look should belong to me 10 years ago, when my father disciplined me. I was suddenly confused, confused by this unwitting role reversal.
Accompanying my father to Beijing for surgery. The night before the operation, my father was lying in the hospital bed, snoring loudly for a while. I was thinking wildly, and when I heard the snoring, I gradually calmed down. I looked at my father's vague figure in the dark, like a thin camel, I believe he will cross the sand sea of death. I clenched my fists and strengthened my belief. I feel empowered. I wanted to hug my father and pass this power on to him—he must not go, leaving my mother and me alone. It seemed to be raining outside the window, or the rustling of leaves. There was snoring in the room, what a peaceful and beautiful snoring.
On the rainy night in the movie, Yongyuan couldn't sleep, so he ran to his father's room and lay down quietly beside him. Perhaps, he also wanted to hug his father. That should be very uncomfortable. After the age of 13, I never had any physical contact with my father. I shake hands with strangers all day long, but I never give a warm look to my father who gave me life. Can I only express my love for him by getting angry?
However, I know my father understands. Now, the grueling chemotherapy is over. Every morning, he gets up at 5 o'clock and goes for a walk in the park with his mother; every time I go home, he cooks and cooks some of my favorite greens, urging me to eat more. I devoured it without telling him that his craft was really good, and I liked it very much.
He read every issue of this newspaper. After reading this article, he knew.
Postscript:
This was written 3 years ago. Relatives rarely appear in my articles, because my style is always not serious. At that time, my father had just fallen ill, and I felt sad, but I couldn't say anything to comfort him, so I wrote this article. His favorite newspaper is Nan Zhou. At that time, I wrote a column for Nan Zhou. After it was published, I didn't tell him, he read it himself. Later, my mother called me and said he was very happy. I was secretly delighted. This is not very well written, but I cherish it very much. Because it's not just a movie review.
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