Father's love is like a mountain, and his love is silent and convergent.

Father has always been the kind of person we are afraid of. He is taciturn, irritable, arbitrary and bossy. He seldom speaks frankly with us unless he meets something very important. In daily life, it is often the mother who conveys the "imperial edict" for us. If we follow the rules, that's it. If there is any violation, he will be furious until we give in.

Does father love us? Sometimes I can't help asking questions in my heart. Is he a responsibility and obligation to us because of blood relationship, or is he not used to opening it or will not open it at all because he has the same love as deep well?

I don't know.

The conflict with my father intensified after I fell in love.

That was the first time I brought my boyfriend home. From beginning to end, my father said nothing. When my boyfriend left after dinner, my father said coldly to her boyfriend, don't come again in the future.

At that time, I could endure anything except anyone persecuting and despising my love. So, I argued with my father rightfully. -I learned later that in fact, my father has no prejudice against her boyfriend, but he just wants to habitually put on the shelf and authority of his future father-in-law. It can be said that, to a great extent, my fierce reaction greatly deepened the contradiction and damaged my father's dignity.

"You roll! Never come back! " Cried the father.

Now is the age of running around the world, and I'm not afraid to roll. I simply packed my things, then slammed the door heroically and lived in the single dormitory of the unit.

If we go on like this, it will be half a year.

In the dead of winter, my boyfriend proposed to me. I called my mother to discuss it. Mom rushed over: "What if your father doesn't nod?" ? 」

"It doesn't matter if he nods." I righteously, "I'm married. 」

"But you are his pride. 」

"I haven't heard him say. 」

"How like a child!" Mother began to cry.

"Then I'll go home." I can't stand it. "He will? 」

"I will persuade him again." Mother came back in a panic. Three days later, when he came to see me again, he looked even more depressed. "He still doesn't throw up."

"But our day is coming, and the invitations are all ready. 」

Mom just kept crying. No wonder she is sad. Father and son, she can't be anyone's home.

"Otherwise, I send an invitation to my father. Anyway, I have arrived. He is very casual. " Finally, I decided.

On a red invitation in Zhang greatly, I smartly signed my boyfriend's name and mine. I wonder what my dad will do when he sees it. In short, you won't be happy. But I tried my best. I comforted myself.

The wedding day is coming. Father still hasn't offered to let me go home. My mother gradually gave up my dream of getting married from home and began to send me wedding supplies one by one to the dormitory. Sitting down occasionally, I will only worry about how my father sulks, how my relatives laugh and how embarrassing the scene will be. ...

The day before the wedding, it suddenly snowed heavily. The next morning, when I opened the door, I was surprised to find that the snow in front of our dormitory had been swept clean. The fresh road surface extends all the way to the outside of the unit gate.

It must be the old owner of the reception office. I rushed over to thank you.

"Not me. It's an old man who swept to the door of our unit early in the morning. Asked his name, he refused to say anything. 」

I ran to the gate. There is no snow sweeper at the door. I only see a clear road leading to a direction I am most familiar with-my home.

It's nearly one kilometer from work to my home.

Along this road, I came to my door. My mother saw me and paused: "How did you come back? 」

"Dad gave me an invitation." I smiled.

"Didn't you give your father an invitation? How did it become your father's invitation to you? " Mother was even more surprised. "Your father will send invitations? 」

My father is standing in the yard. He didn't look back or answer. He just brushed the snow on the holly tree silently.

For the first time, I found that his stubbornness was so gentle.