That night, I dragged my tired body to this remote place. Although it was remote, I had already made the decision to live here. It was for this decision that my father was busy day and night.

I couldn't bear to see my father's heavy back and tired expression. I really wanted to say to him, Dad, let's stop work! Because there is still a dying grandfather at home, I think the work here is not very urgent than my grandfather.

I am not a good person. Doesn’t my father know that the one who lies at home is his father? No, my father should know the meaning of filial piety better than me. My father’s fire is in my heart, and my father’s depression is also in my heart. I angered my father with an inadvertent words. That scene was something I had expected, but I didn’t expect it to be so easy.

I had a bad temper and started arguing with my father. Looking back now, every word and every move I said hurt my father. We were so quarreled that I blushed. Finally, I slammed the door and left my father in the still deserted house. It was difficult to understand what my father was feeling at that time. It must be mixed! My father would definitely light a cigarette and start to ponder under the smokey cement frame.

But my father was a shrewd and wise man. He did not leave angrily, but silently devoted himself to his life. This made me look so naive. I began to despise myself. I looked back at my father's brick by brick, and then I saw how my father was suffering in pain. On one side was the critically ill old father, and on the other side was his son's home. The father was wandering in struggle, and he just wanted to make things more rational. He even selfishly in front of his father for his son. As he said, grandpa would not die for the time being.

Every day when I walk into this home and see every corner of the home, I feel endless bitterness and pain. That kind of pain comes from the eager expectation of an old man and also from the loving son of a father. Later, I heard a word from someone else, and I felt very painful at that time. This is how my father described that time. My father said that during that time, he was imprisoned in a prison and worked in a closed environment.

My father said it very clearly, and I liked my father's description. Yes, my father did give a lot of money for my small family. When I accidentally opened the album called "Hard Struggle" again today, I was suddenly moved by it. In the photo, my father seemed very vicissitudes. I used my mobile phone camera to record a few moments. Today, it seems that those photos are valuable.

Time has transformed my father into a man in his fifties. Although he did not give me many superior conditions, he has been trying his best. Many times, I blame myself and my younger brother. Why are we all entering the ranks of adulthood? My younger brother now has married and had children, so why can’t he stand alone? He also has to worry about his parents!

Last time I was taking care of my father, I saw my father's white hair on his temples. I joked with him, "Dad, why are your head white?" My father smiled. He said lightly, "It's time to whiten it. I'm over fifty!" I also smiled, and tears were rolling in my eyes.

If you are not strong, who will be strong for me!

My father interpreted this sentence very thoroughly. He used his greatest ability to manage a family and organize a family. He is a strong man, but the strong man also cried. After his grandfather passed away, his father knelt in front of his grave and cried loudly. At that moment, I stayed by my father's side and helped him up. Everyone has difficulties in his heart. His father has too many difficulties in his heart. He rarely tells others his own difficulties. For a long time, he even became a laughing stock and joke in the eyes of relatives and friends.

A person's life is rare to be confused. During the period after his father was injured, he reached a state of being confused. He once became a "point" in everyone's eyes. But his father was not a big mistake. It was just that due to illness, he was a little confused and said something he shouldn't say. However, as an ordinary person, he could do so clearly in the stage of his life when he was rarely confused, which was also a state, and that state was not something that everyone could achieve.

When I was putting my pen down, I wanted to call my father and talk to him so that my father could feel that this son actually had him in his heart.
Chapter completed!