For my father, those days were a hardship in his life. For me, it was an extremely ignorant experience.

My father accidentally got injured at the construction site and was on the ground. After receiving the message, my mother immediately went to the city to take care of the injured father. My mother was in a hurry at that time and didn't even bother to say hello to us. When I got home, my grandma was guarding the house. My grandma couldn't bear to hide it from me, so she told me about my father's injury.

I, who has no ability to take on things, just blamed my mother helplessly. But what's the use of blaming me? What I blamed my mother is why I didn't tell me about my father's injury, but then I thought about it, even if my mother told me, what would I do?

God favors our family. My father recovered better from his injuries and returned home soon. After all, he was injured in his head. My father became less and less handsome and he became more stubborn than before. He insisted on doing the work he did not let him do. My mother might be angry and always blamed all aspects of her father. I am also ignorant, and always advised my mother to be more peaceful and treat a patient with a sympathetic attitude. But sometimes when I see my father walking alone regardless of his injuries, I am so angry that I don’t know why.

That year, I failed the college entrance examination, my mother returned home from working outside, and my father's injuries gradually improved. Now, I thought about it, that year, I had many heartbreaking moments that made me feel heartbroken. My family was not married, and I was a little powerless to love. My mother was forced to leave her hometown for us and went to other places to work as a nanny for others. My mother, who had never traveled far away, made a decision to leave her hometown, which was undoubtedly a very great decision.

However, during those days, every time I called my mother, my heart would be broken. I knew that I didn’t have any ability to support that home for the time being. I could only hide in the phone and shed tears quietly. I knew very well that my mother was not going to enjoy her happiness, but to suffer for money. I always dreamed of the shadow of my mother’s hard work, and was awakened almost every day in nightmare.

My father tried his best to handle housework. A man might not be as good as a woman.

The scene of my father appearing in front of my dormitory on a motorcycle in the drizzle was still fresh in memory. My father took off the steamed buns he brought to me from the motorcycle, and there was no complaint in his eyes. And my heart was particularly painful. What I saw was the helplessness and bitterness of a man. My father was worried that I was too tired to go home every week and affected my studies, so he worked hard to deliver food to me. And under such a difficult situation, I let down my father's love for me and did not study hard.

Every time I picked up the steamed buns that my father had baked, I couldn't help but burst into tears. The steamed buns were black and burnt, and they were far less delicious than my mother's baked. But I could feel my father's love for me. I saw a man tiptoeing from the burned buns. Maybe my father tried many times before to bake those steamed buns.

Life always gets better, my father's injuries get better and better, and finally it's fine. My mother also returned home, and the family returned to its previous warmth. And my future is in confusion.

The life of repeating the school was over before it even started. I escaped from the sea of ​​suffering and prepared to go on another path to study in a foreign land. Because my father was injured, the main source of income for the family was basically cut off. My mother saved thousands of dollars with her hard sweat to prepare to support me to go to school.

That day, before dawn, my father and I went out and walked dozens of kilometers away to take me to school. Along the way, my father told me this and that, and I felt a little upset. I don’t know why, but I was disgusted by every behavior of my father. Now it seems that it is purely an ignorant behavior.

As we walked, my father asked me a lot of questions. I was dealing with my father's various questions at first, but the more I walked, I became tired and my mood became very bad.

My father and son sat on the side of the road under the starry sky for a while. My father wiped the sweat beads on his forehead. I looked at my father's sweating profusely and felt a lot of guilt in my heart. I looked up at the starry sky. The universe seemed particularly quiet, and the stars shined with bright eyes.

My father asked me another question, and I answered it with a bad tone.

My father finally couldn't help it and said to me angrily: "I'm not going to have your wings hard, just like that!"

I was speechless by my father's scolding, and just looked at my father's expression. This sentence is indeed quite hurting my self-esteem, but I wasn't angry. I know that it was because of my bad attitude. In fact, my father was not wrong. It was the first time he went to such a far place and was unsure, so he had so many questions, and I shouldn't be neglecting my father like that.

We took a bus, which was said to take ten hours to get to school. In fact, taking the train is more comfortable, but my father and I were on a long journey for the first time. We didn’t know how to take the train, so we had to choose a shuttle bus.

We were lying in the bus, and the smell of feet covered the carriage. I covered my nose and closed my eyes and let all kinds of smells erode. Every time I woke up, I was at the gas station. Looking at the bright moonlight outside, and listening to the snoring in the carriage, I deeply felt the hardships of going out.

"Where did you go?" my father asked me in confusion.

I replied, "I'm at the gas station!"

The father smiled helplessly and said, "Where did I talk about?"

"I don't know! The driver didn't shout!" My father and son said at the same time that he looked outside, enjoying such a beautiful night.

"If you go to the toilet, hurry up! Otherwise there will be no place to go!" The driver shouted in front of him, and suddenly felt that he was a little anxious to pee, so we ran down and rushed to a toilet.

When we woke up again, the car had already entered the city and it was dawn.

The car drove into a station, and with a squirting sound, the car stopped. We got out of the car excitedly, stretched, and headed straight to the school with big bags.

When I got here, I instantly felt nostalgia. My attitude towards my father became much better, and I felt that it was not easy for me, so I came here to sign up for it.

After signing up, we arrived at the dormitory. My father fell asleep on the dry bed. I couldn't bear to disturb my father's rest, so I sat quietly aside. My father woke up before he slept for a long time and bought some daily necessities with me. After everything was arranged, my father was about to go home.

I sent my father to the school gate. Looking at my father's tired expression, I felt extremely reluctant in my heart. It can be seen that although I was so disobedient, my father was still worried.

"Don't run around at school! After eating well, call home if you use money!" My father reminded me.

After giving instructions, my father took a taxi and went to the station.

Looking at the taxi that was leaving, my tears flowed down my face.

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