Cowardly father loves to keep a diary.

"I can't be a coward all my life, afraid that cowardly leaves will fall and hit my head." My mother scolded my father all her life, and the frequency was very high. My father was really cowardly and made people laugh and cry.

It is said that 16-year-old father is gifted, and his grandfather sent him to study Chinese medicine. After two years as a teacher, western medicine flooded and my father began to engage in western medicine again. Unfortunately, the proud disciple couldn't persist in the injection, and the master scolded and coaxed. Finally, my father shrank behind his disciples with sweat on his face. When my grandfather learned that, he stamped his feet with a sigh and sent his father to the county cement factory run by the government in the town as a worker.

At the age of nineteen, my father was afraid to date the mother of a flower in the mountains. My grandfather had no choice but to ask a young man in town who was similar to his father to save the scene. Fortunately, the young man was kind enough to tell his mother truthfully and praised his father fiercely. The only drawback is that he is a little timid. Grandpa's emergency family meeting discussed that cowardice is not a shortcoming, but a lack of experience, and it is a little bit. In fact, my father's cowardice is not a little bit, and no amount of experience will help. My mother has been angry at her father's cowardice all her life.

My father is weak. He cried in case of emergency and was afraid to speak loudly to others. When he sees an argument, his father will blush, his hands will tremble and he will run away. His angry brother-in-law pointed at him many times and scolded him: alas, he looks like a coward. Is he a man?

My mother's allusion to my father's cowardice is even more handy: once, my father took my mother to visit relatives on his own car, and an old man rode across the road. Father let mother get off at a distance, and he stopped at the side of the road. The old man rode a mile away from me before getting on the bus again. My mother, who felt something was wrong, suddenly realized that my father was avoiding the road for the old man. She was so angry that she punched my father twice: the road is right for the sky, and both sides depend on themselves. What is the reason for such a wide road? Father said: this section of the road is bumpy, and the old man's eyes must be bad. If he rides over, he will tremble slightly. If we sit next to him, it will definitely make him more nervous. What if I fall?

Hey, hey, it's really something that leaves fall and are afraid of hitting their heads. It's none of your business if someone falls. Can't it be up to us? Hey, hey, it's not a bad thing. Forget it. You don't understand. I'm just too weak, okay?

For example, my aunt, spoiled by her grandfather, has been taking her father as a punching bag and beating and cursing at will. On one occasion, she pushed her father into a big iron pot in the yard, crying and beating. My mother rushed over and pushed her aunt away to save her father, complaining that her father was too incompetent and cowardly to fight back. My father just hey hey.

Our brother and sister also suffer from their father's cowardice: a group of babies quarrel, which is obviously unreasonable to others. Father always came out to criticize our brother and sister, and often gave the candy and melon seeds in his pocket to those "enemies" equally, which shattered our plot to punish the enemy. To this end, we besieged our father in a rage: no wonder mom said you were timid. When can we grow up?

The superposition of complaints and disappointment caused my father to lose his dignity in our hearts. Any of us can refute him at will. Sometimes my mother will protect my father and scold us for not being babies. We retorted that he was not the father. Mother fired at father again: can't you show your father's strength? You should beat and scold. You dare not hit other people's babies. What is your baby afraid of? The father then smiled: His baby didn't want to fight. Mother sneered: well, if you dare not, you dare not. What's the reluctance?

In a small town where there is no secret of sharing weal and woe, my father's cowardice is well known, so he is often ridiculed. Can you decide this matter? Be careful to get beaten and scolded when you go home, haha. Father made a heroic correction in an exaggerated way: dude, I still have the final say in this matter. He came home with two Jin of vegetables and fruits such as cucumbers and tomatoes, and he laughed at the back.

It was this cowardly and incompetent father who provoked the famous bitch in the town. Bitch is an uncle's wife. We call her six niang. Her father-in-law is my grandfather's brother. We call her grandpa four. Grandpa four is over seventy years old and is ill in bed. His sixth mother didn't give him medical treatment or food on time. After hearing the news, my father often came to visit grandpa four, bringing painkillers such as steamed bread and aspirin. One day, my father just left home after taking care of grandpa four, but he was stopped by his fourth mother who had been waiting under the eaves: a dog cares too much about mice! My ancestors, I can do whatever I want. Who are you? People all over the street poked at my spine.

My father didn't blush at Huma's insults, nor did he shake his hand. Instead, he stood in the middle of the yard and said, The road is bumpy and someone is in charge. You can be filial to your son and daughter-in-law, and I will be a nephew. With me here, I won't watch the old man starve to death. If you are kind to the elderly, who dares to laugh? It is the responsibility of every child to support the elderly. We all have children, and we all get old. I hope you know for yourselves.

Liu Ma wants to continue to cause a sensation. After all, she has a guilty conscience. Facing the neighbors who gathered around to watch the excitement, her silent support for her father weakened. Someone in the crowd said loudly: I didn't see this fart for fear of hurting people. It is actually a bipolar.

Of course, Liu Ma will not stop there. She went to my mother several times and threatened to let my mother come forward to stop my father. My mother did stop my father: let's mind our own business and let her aunt stand in the street and scold you for taking mice.

Love to scold, originally my father wanted to be eloquent. When he touched his mother's eyes with fire, his eyes drooped and became Adu's capsule. This is the most common protest from father to mother. My mother hardly heard clearly, so I guess she wants to know. Every time she asks, what's that? If it's a man, make it clear word by word. This time, too, mom and dad repeatedly asked angrily, and dad walked out the door with a hey hey, which is dad's specialty in avoiding quarrels.

My father took care of grandpa four intermittently until his death. He often scrubs, feeds and drinks grandpa four in it. The yard was abused by grandpa four. Once my dad proudly said, well, I didn't even look at her when I went out. Mother choked up: I guess you dare not look. We burst out laughing. Father, hey hey.

The war with Liu Ma made many people know that his cowardly father would play "two poles" intermittently.

One day, a middle-aged woman came home. She sat in the middle of the room, crying, and her aunts who shared the soles with her mother kept cursing with indignation. Her father frowned. As soon as that woman left, my father was writing at his desk. The next morning, when we got up for school, my father was still writing and writing.

Two months later, the middle-aged woman appeared at home again, with some of the most fashionable cakes of that era on the table. My mother told her that it is not easy for you to take it back to the children. We can buy it on the street if we want, which is very convenient. No, that woman wiped her eyes This is a token of our concern. But for his uncle's help, our grievances would never be washed away. That's all we can do. I'll be relieved if you accept it.

Although adults avoid talking to us, we still know. It turned out that this woman's nine-year-old daughter was bullied by the village chief's son. If a woman wants to appeal, she must file a complaint. But the village chief has an evil power, and anyone who writes a complaint in Fiona Fang is awed by his evil potential. No one dares to accept this job. When she was at a loss, she heard that her father often wrote speeches to the leaders in the unit, so she found him. It happened that my father was a reckless "two-pole", and his time-consuming and laborious writing opened the door for the weak and finally won the lawsuit. However, in the later years, I never heard my father mention it again.

My father is weak and occasionally plays tricks. He did something inexplicable when our family left the city.

Outside the town is the only way for rural people in the east to go shopping. The traffic was inconvenient at that time. People in the village usually walk, and when they walk into the street, they are panting. I don't know which day, my father set up a small square table in the lobby of the gate and made a big pot of tea intentionally or unintentionally. A countryman walked by wearily, and his father walked over and said, Mr. Xiang, take a break and have a cup of tea to relieve fatigue. So I often sit in front of my house with some strangers, chatting and drinking happily. Summer is a big pot of cold water, at this time, my mother realized that my father did it on purpose. Mom felt cheated, but she was very angry, so she found something to vent: just drink water, and she won't pour it herself? Seeing that you poured a glass of wine and handed it respectfully, is it filial piety to your ancestors?

Father smiled and defended: you don't understand, you don't respect others, and people are not ashamed to drink it.

If you are embarrassed, don't drink. Are you afraid of offending people? You've been weak all your life, and you're still so condescending at your doorstep. Father is helpless: alas, it doesn't matter.

Later, some rural people came to my house in urgent need of something, such as baskets, shovels and air pumps. My father gave it to others without asking where it was. My mother was very angry and scolded many times. My father always said who didn't have an emergency? Why do you ask so many questions? I'm sure I'll return them when I finish.

Actually, it's the same, except that I never came back a few times. The worst time, my dad actually let a man with an anxious face ride a bike to work every day. I haven't paid it back for half a month. My father walks over ten miles to and from work every day. My mother has something on her, and it's both cursing and sneering to calculate the old account and the new account together. My father, who walked seven or eight miles after work, was not annoyed. He said firmly: if you don't return it, there must be reasons for not returning it. Either you forgot or something more serious delayed you. Don't worry, it will be returned.

Sure enough, half a month later, the bike came back, and the man kept explaining and apologizing. Father smiled and waved and said nothing about his brother. Ride again if necessary. No one has an important position in his life.

Later, our neighbors joked that our house was a reception station for country people. For this title, my mother always thought it was sarcasm, arguing with my father: everyone knows that our family is a coward, otherwise why can't we borrow someone else's? My father stopped talking, but he went his own way. For this reason, my mother even sat at the gate and cursed loudly when she was upset. The neighbor who loves to watch the excitement doesn't know whether to add fuel to the fire or really help her, and advises her father: Er Gang's temper should be restrained when he is old. You can't control the troubles of the world, just mind your own business.

My father doesn't understand everyone's feelings. He smiled and said, "I have two poles in my life. What am I afraid of? " . Do not change! Everyone laughed: what a dick! They also say that you are timid and pretend to show others.

For the first time, my father didn't give my mother a step in public. My mother is not used to it. She asked, "What did you say? Say what you just said again. " .

Father suddenly closed his mouth, looked at his smiling neighbor, and then quickly moved his mouth. Others don't understand, but my mother is familiar with it. Knowing that my father is still unconvinced and protesting, my mother's fire is higher and the threat is more severe: you have seed, say it for everyone to listen to.

Father Ahaha smiled, bowed his head to drink tea, and stopped talking, leaving his mother there to "have something to say, be caught in a ditch, be a man?" Cycle.

After my father retired, he sat at the coffee table in the hall in the morning and afternoon. Someone passed by the door, and people in the town or village were shouting: drink water! People often stop to drink water and have a rest. Someone rushes over, but the voice enters the door: Drink next time, it's urgent today!

One day, an 80-year-old grandfather passed by the door with a cane. He is as untidy as a savage, and his beard and hair stink like grass. His father's love of cleanliness is as famous as cowardice, and his mother thought his father would turn a blind eye.

Who knows that my father immediately stood up and rushed to the door to hold the old man: Uncle Zhiming, I haven't seen you for years. Come and sit with my nephew. The old man stood still in embarrassment, and his father coaxed him into the door and said, Good uncle, don't be stranger to my nephew. Everyone is old.

Father helped the old man sit in a specially moved high chair and offered him a cup of hot tea with his own special water cup. The old man burst into tears: my three sons have never poured me a glass of water like this ... There are also rumors in the town that the old man's daughter-in-law thinks the old man is useless and dirty and almost abandoned him in the old house. The old man fell down in the street several times, and the neighborhood sent him to the clinic. The doctor said it was hypoglycemia.

It is estimated that my father also remembered these things, got up and walked into the kitchen, and took out a large plate of warm steamed bread from the cage: Uncle, how about trying this steamed bread in my house? After repeated persuasion, the old man finally sent the steamed stuffed bun to his mouth.

When the old man left, his father gave him more steamed buns, but the old man avoided them like a fire. His mother called his father into the house and gently reminded him: Give it to the old man, I don't mind, I dare not bring it. They say Third Daughter-in-law locks him up at home to see who gives him food and drink. Your kindness is to make trouble for the old man.

These rebellious and unfilial things. Father angrily denounced, but no longer insisted, just helped the old man go out and sent him to the bridge 200 meters away. When father came back, several neighbors gathered at the door. An elder the same age as my father said to him, "You are really a stick. Uncle Zhiming's three daughters-in-law are all from the town. No one who helped Uncle Zhiming escaped a scolding. Be careful to get into trouble. "

Father didn't say anything, just sighed heavily and muttered habitually.

Cowardly father, a father who can't do anything unintelligent all his life, after his sudden death, nearly a thousand people carried the grave to rescue him, breaking the record in the history of the town. One third of the huge tombs that have been preserved are built around dense human walls, and one third of them are from rural areas. ...

Actually, I didn't tell my mom either. When I was a child, I heard my father's voice clearly: do what you should do, do what you can.