What is the strangest father-son relationship you have ever met?

When I was in junior high school, I once asked a girl to have coffee. I had no pocket money at that time. I have never been to that place. But only that day, my father gave me some money to go out to play, so I invited the girls to the coffee shop.

When we came in, I suddenly saw my father sitting there. In an instant, my heart pulled up: I'm going to die! But I immediately found an aunt sitting opposite my father. But my heart relaxed again: I can't die.

We all pretended not to know each other and didn't see each other that day. Of course, we solved the problem through a long talk afterwards.

In addition, my father is a stubborn donkey, probably because he was stronger since he was a child. From elementary school to high school, he is the first in his class almost every time. Me, too. I came second in exams from primary school to high school, and everything else came first, but I'm not as self-righteous as my dad. But later, when he got sick, he couldn't realize his ambition, so he taught himself skills and then brought home the bacon.

Later, as long as I can remember, I thought his own ideas were right in almost everything. But my relationship with him is still very good. Although we are father and son, we can compare this relationship to brotherhood. We are equal.

Just yesterday, I accompanied my dad to the hospital to adjust the medical records, and then the doctor said to my dad, "Is this your son?" Being so handsome is much better than you. " Guess what my dad said. He said, "If I'm not sick, I'm a handsome guy, and we're not bad."

My dad is actually more like my friend. Sometimes he does things that make me feel that his age is not that different from mine. Once he secretly went to play games after school.

As a result, I saw my father behind me. I think he must have come to take me home. As a result, he also called across from me, telling me to call quickly, call quickly, it's over, and we will go home together. Don't let your mother know, I was really speechless!

My father came home at one o'clock in the morning last winter. I was still awake, afraid that he would say something about me, so I hid under the covers and pretended to sleep. At that time, my father shook the quilt for me, and my heart was filled with emotion, thinking: It's so late, my father didn't forget to cover me with a quilt. Then he groped under the quilt and took my thermos bottle in the cold. At that moment, my heart was cold.