Please recommend some touching novels. Don't love, it is best to be affectionate, and the affection between father and son is better!

I strongly recommend "Feeling Father's Love"

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There is a medium-sized city in northern Liaoning, Tieling. On the street of Tieling Workers Street, almost every morning or evening, you can see an old man walking slowly with a tofu cart, and the battery horn on the car emits a crisp female voice: "Selling tofu, authentic brine tofu! Tofu-"that voice is mine. That old man is my father. Dad is dumb. Until I was in my twenties, I didn't have the courage to put my voice on my father's tofu cart to replace the copper bell that he had been shaking for decades.

when I was two or three years old, I knew how humiliating it was to have a dumb dad, so I hated him since I was a child. When I saw some children being ordered by their mothers to come and buy tofu, but they picked up the tofu and ran away without giving money to Doo, and dad straightened his neck and couldn't make any noise, I wouldn't catch up with the child and punch him twice like my eldest brother. I looked at the scene sadly and didn't say a word. I didn't hate the child, only hated that dad was dumb. Although my two older brothers make me grin with pain every time I comb my hair, I still insist on not letting my father tie my pigtails. When my mother died, she didn't leave a big portrait, only a photo with her neighbor's aunt before she got married, a two-inch film in black and white. When my father was indifferent, he turned over the back of the square mirror of the bracket and looked at the * * * photo. < P > He left silently until he saw that he had to do some work.

What annoys me most is that other children call me "dumb third" (I am the third in the family). When I can't scold them, I will run home, draw a circle on the ground in front of my father in grinding bean curd, and spit in the middle. Although I don't know what this means, other children do it when they scold me. I think this is probably the most vicious expression of cursing dumb bar.

The first time I scolded my father like this, he stopped what he was doing and stared at me for a long time. Tears streamed down like a river. I seldom saw him cry, but he hid in the tofu shop and cried all night that day. It was a silent cry. Because of my father's tears, I seem to finally find an outlet for my humiliation, so that in the days to come, I will often run to him, scold him, and then walk away, leaving him alone for a while. Only later, he stopped crying, and he would shrink his thin body into a smaller ball and lie on the grinding rod or next to the grinding disc, showing an ugly appearance that I looked down upon even more.

I want to study hard, go to college and leave this small village where everyone knows that my father is dumb! This was my greatest wish at that time. I don't know how my brothers became families one after another. I don't know how many new grinding poles have been changed in my father's tofu mill. I don't know how many villages and villages have heard the copper bells that have been worn out from winter to summer solstice ... I only know how to treat myself with hatred and study crazily.

I was finally admitted to the university. My father put on the blue jacket sewed by my aunt for him in 1979 for the first time, and sat under the lamp in the early autumn evening of 1992. With a happy expression, he solemnly handed me a pile of bills with a fishy smell of tofu, and kept "talking" in his mouth. I listened blankly to his eagerness and pride and watched blankly as he informed his relatives and neighbors with a satisfied smile. When I saw him leading his second uncle and his brothers to pull out the big fat pig that he had carefully raised for two years < P > and slaughter it, I asked all the villagers to celebrate my college. I didn't know what touched my hard heartstrings, and I cried. When eating, I put some pork on my father in front of everyone. I cried with tears, "Dad, Dad, you eat meat." Dad couldn't hear me, but he knew what I meant. His eyes shone like never before. He gulped down the bulk sorghum wine with tears, and then ate the meat his daughter had caught. My dad, he was really drunk. His face was so red, his waist was so straight, and his sign language was so natural and unrestrained! You know, eighteen years, eighteen years, he has never seen me shout "Dad" at him!

Dad continued to work hard to make tofu, and used the money with a faint smell of tofu to help me finish college. In 1996, I graduated and returned to Tieling, 4 Li away from my hometown in the countryside.

after settling down, I went to pick up my father who had been living alone and came to the city to enjoy my daughter's belated affection, but on my way home by taxi, my car had an accident.

I learned everything after the accident from my eldest sister-in-law-some passers-by recognized this as the third girl of Lao Tu's family, so my quick eldest brother, second brother and second sister-in-law all came, and I cried and lost my footing when I was covered in blood. Finally, my father pushed through the crowd, picked me up, and stopped a big car by the road. He carried my body with his legs, took out a handful of change from his pocket and stuffed it into the driver's hand. Then he kept crossing and asked the driver to take me to the hospital for rescue. Sister-in-law said that my father, who was weak all his life, showed great strength and strength at that time!

after carefully cleaning the wound, the doctor asked me to transfer to another hospital, and hinted to my brothers that I had no value in saving, because I could hardly measure my blood pressure at that time and my head was hit like a gourd.

Dad tore up the funeral clothes that my eldest brother bought for me in desperation, pointed to his eyes, held out his thumb, pointed at his temple, and pointed out two fingers at me, then held out his thumb, shook his hand, and closed his eyes. That means: "Don't cry, I didn't cry, let alone cry. Your sister won't die. She is only in her twenties. She will surely do it." The doctor still said that there was nothing he could do. He asked his eldest brother to "say" to his father: "This girl is hopeless. Even if she wants to be saved, it will cost a lot of money. Even if she spends a lot of money, she may not be able to do it." Dad knelt on the ground, immediately stood up, pointed at me, waved his hand high, and then made the gestures of farming, feeding pigs, mowing grass and grinding poles. Then he took out his empty pocket and held out his two hands to show the opposite. That means: "Please, save my daughter. My daughter is promising and amazing. You must save her." I will earn money to pay medical bills. I will feed pigs, plant land and make tofu. I have money. I have 4, yuan now. " The doctor took his hand and shook his head, indicating that this 4, yuan is far from enough. Dad was anxious. He pointed to his brother and sister-in-law, clenched his fist tightly and said, "I still have them. We can do it together." Seeing that the doctor was silent, he pointed to the roof, bowed his head and stamped his feet, put his hands together on the right side of his head, closed his eyes and said, "I have a house to sell, I can sleep on the ground, even if I lose everything, I want my daughter to come back to life."

Pointing to the doctor's heart, he put his hands flat and said, "Doctor, please rest assured that we won't default. Money, we will find a way. " Eldest brother cried and translated his father's sign language to the doctor. Before the translation was finished, the doctor who was used to life and death was in tears. His quick gestures, deep and accurate expression, will make everyone cry!

The doctor said, "Even if you have an operation, you may not be able to save it. If you don't come to the operating table …" Dad definitely patted his pocket and compared his chest, which means, "You try your best to save it, even if it doesn't work, you will give me a lot of money. I have no complaints." Great fatherly love not only supports my life, but also supports the confidence and determination of doctors to save me. I was pushed onto the operating table.

Dad was outside the operating room. He walked back and forth uneasily in the corridor, and even worn out the soles of his shoes! He didn't shed a tear, but he had a big bubble in his mouth for more than a dozen hours! He kept making chaotic moves of worshipping Buddha and praying to God, begging God to give his daughter life!

the sky is also moving! I survived. But for half a month, I was in a coma and didn't feel anything about my father's love. Facing me as a "vegetable", people have lost confidence. Only my father, he stayed by my bed and waited for me to wake up firmly!

His rough hands massaged me carefully, and his dumb voice kept calling to me. He was calling, "Wake up, Yunwench, daddy is waiting for you to drink the new soybean milk!" In order to make the doctors and nurses treat me well, he took advantage of his brother's change to accompany him to bed, and made a big plate of hot water tofu, which was delivered to almost all the surgical medical staff. Although the hospital has regulations that patients are not allowed to accept things, they gently accepted such simple and sincere expressions and requests. Dad was satisfied and more confident. He gestured to them and said, "You are great people. I believe you can cure my daughter!" " During this period, in order to raise medical expenses, my father traveled to every village where he sold tofu. He used his half-life loyalty and kindness to win the support enough for his daughter to cross the line of life and death. The villagers took out money one after another, but my father was not careless. He wrote it down with a pencil that recorded the tofu account: Zhang Sanzhu, 2 yuan; Li Gang, 1 yuan; Mrs. Wang, 65 yuan

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Half a month later, one morning, I finally opened my eyes. I saw an old man who was out of shape and thin. He opened his mouth wide and cried out in surprise because he saw me wake up. His white hair was quickly wet with excited sweat. Dad, my father with black hair half a month ago, half a month, twenty years old!

My shaved hair slowly grew out. My father stroked my head and smiled kindly. Once, this kind of stroking was such a luxury for him. After half a year, when my hair was barely tied into a small brush, I took my father's hand and asked him to comb my hair. My father became clumsy. He combed it in wisps, but he couldn't comb it satisfactorily for a long time. I took a messy little brush and sat on my father's tofu cart and turned it into a stroller to go out on the street. Once my father stopped, turned to me, made a gesture of hugging me, made another gesture of throwing, and then twisted his fingers to show that he was selling me as tofu! I deliberately covered my face and cried, so my father laughed silently and looked at him through his fingers. He laughed and squatted on the ground. This game has been played until I can stand up and walk. Now, except for the occasional headache, I look very healthy. Dad is so proud! We worked hard together to pay off our debts, and my father moved to the city to live with me. It's just that he worked hard all his life, so I rented a hut nearby to make tofu workshops for him. Tofu made by dad is fragrant and tender, and it is big, so everyone is willing to eat it. I installed a battery horn on his tofu truck. Although my father couldn't hear my crisp peddling, he knew that whenever he pressed the button, he would hold his head high, his face full of happiness and contentment, and he didn't bear the slightest grudge against my discrimination in those days, so that I couldn't bear to confess to him.

I often think that although the story is sad and beautiful, it is too sad for people to really bring it and have to let the story touch them. ......