child, I never drank milk
. Vegetables, don't eat fatty meat.
At that time, my mother smashed green vegetables, and then mixed them into egg custard for me to
eat fat meat and smashed them, and made dumplings. Unfortunately, I picked them out one by one and arranged them neatly in a row. When
I was 6 years old, I had an inexplicable fever every day, and my fever subsided every day. Every day,
it was normal to get up in the morning, but I felt dizzy at any time
. I was forced to stay in the hospital for two days. Once a month
, I said to my dad in the middle of the night, Dad, I want to drink orange soda,
I don’t know if I am awake or not, but the orange soda is still said to
live in a small city, after 10 o’clock, the street It was empty early in the morning, let alone looking for a soda vendor.
Later, I heard from my mother that he rode a bicycle in the middle of the night, went to the wholesale store, begged someone to open the door
and paid several times the price, so he bought it like this.
I took a sip of a bottle of orange soda in the ward and spit out everything I ate at night.
My mother said, that day my dad thought I was just a flashback and thought I was going to go like this,
desperately trying to buy me a bottle of orange water , said, it is rare that he is willing to eat and drink, and maybe he will not be thirsty on the way there.
At night, I will hold Dad's hand tightly, and after a night, the
terrible fever will start the next day, slowly It disappeared slowly. In the end, the doctor came to the conclusion that the virus infection
should not come. It’s just such a strange disease
. , the faint smile and the slightly raised lines at the corners of the mouth are
just such an image that is getting less and less with my naughty and boring growth and development
It seems that all students' dislike of learning starts from learning to write.
I remember that when I was in elementary school, I wanted to write with a pen and I had to get approval.
Unfortunately, my words were naturally ugly. When I looked at the teacher eagerly, I was eager
I'm so tired of studying when most of the class is holding their shiny pens. I do
n't know if my teacher had the climax of his life one afternoon when
he suddenly and I said, I can write with a pen.
I was so happy that I returned to the door early that day, and I stood by the door when I heard the sound
of my dad holding the key. As soon as my dad entered the house, I hugged my thigh and begged
In fact, what I want is not a new pen, but the metallic color of the pen that my dad carries with him every day .
It should be dark red and sparkling gold. It's a hero. My dad holds it every day and has a certain surface. The wear and tear
is in the eyes of children. In fact, this is a very valuable baby.
I remember that time my dad took out his pen without any hesitation and handed it to me without
much expression.
He explained that I should use the pen properly, but it would be a
pity that I would be slapped when it was worn out. After three days, the pen was dropped by me, and the nib became a sculpture with a 90° angle.
Later, my dad took me to the stationery store on a bicycle. The day I bought the pen
, I sat in the back seat with my hands on my dad's waist. After several years, I never got that close to my dad again
. During a summer vacation in college, my dad accidentally fell in the bathroom and broke his ribs.
I finished the test. After the test, I went straight home and the train arrived at three o'clock. I
rushed to the hospital and saw Dad lying on the bedside
.
A white beard came out of his beard, the same as the white hair he had a few years ago
My chest was wrapped in bandages, my feet were sticking out of the quilt, and my toenails were long and black against the hospital bedsheets
. I tossed through the bag, found the nail clippers, and crouched beside
the bed, surrounded by doubts from patients I didn’t know Under the eyes, I carefully helped my dad to cut his toenails .
Tears poured
out that year, I was given a few movie tickets, I put them on the table
and told my parents to let them go and see
until one day, they After finding that the ticket was about to expire on the same day , I
went to the cinema unhappy
and came back. I asked them what movie
they watched and they said to me, Wolverine, I asked, is it good?
My dad looked at him blankly, it should be pretty cool, but I don't know what he's talking about.
So, I'm still thinking
about what kind of movie it was to this day. ,can not read it
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