Chapter 20 gentle leadership

Father is a person who knows how to care about his surroundings.He has a clear distinction between public and private in state affairs, but to those who meet in private, he is an upright and warm caring person. Once when the whole family was on a trip, my father was bitten by a flying insect. Unexpectedly, the wound swelled up on the spot.Because of the hot weather in summer, there will be many flying insects among the flowers and plants, some of which are highly toxic.My father immediately called the security officer who was the bodyguard and asked them to spray the medicine on their bodies quickly, lest they would be bitten by insects.He is such a caring person who takes care of others.

It was the same when going to Hansando Island on a naval warship. When my father saw the young sailor sitting on the board chair for a long time, he was worried that he would not be able to sit comfortably, so he went over to try it himself. "Sitting on a chair like this for a long time will damage the young man's waist. Quickly help him change to a chair that is easier to sit on." After speaking, he immediately gave the order to execute. Once the family went to Zhenhai for vacation, and the full moon they saw on the boat was so beautiful, Zhiwan kept clamoring to take a photo of the moon as a souvenir, but later he took the negatives to be developed and found out that the lighting that day was not good enough. Well, the resulting photos are all blurry.Zhiwan, who was still young, felt very sad when he saw it. His father used his oil painting skills to reproduce the scenery he saw that night on the canvas completely, so that Zhiwan who saw this painting Very happy at night.

My father's hobby is painting. Whenever he has a rest day or free time, he will take the time to paint.Especially during the vacation, my father would bring art props such as painting books and watercolors, and draw impressive pictures in the painting books.It was the same when I went to Australia with my parents. My father showed me a portrait of my mother that I had painted on the plane. In that painting, the mole on my mother's neck was even placed correctly. The mother, who said she wanted to change the length of the skirt and was sewing stitch by stitch, unexpectedly showed a disappointed expression when she saw the picture that my father had drawn.

"This picture is not very good-looking. It seems that I look like this in your eyes." After hearing the joke my mother said, my father replied humorously: "The most beautiful thing about you is the curve of your chin and neck. I will draw it carefully for you." After the painting was finished, my father signed "For Yingxiu!" on it, and gave it to my mother as a gift.In addition to painting, my father was also good at playing the organ, piano, and flute. Maybe it was a pastime activity that Mung Kyung learned when he was a teacher. Father's elegant living habits can only be seen by those around him.Especially after my mother passed away, my father also wrote poems about his thoughts about his mother, among which these two poems are the most cherished by me.

My father often reveals to me the inner world that no one has ever seen before, most of which are deep nostalgia for my mother.For fathers, mothers are lifelong companions and closest friends. "Yesterday your mother came to see me in a dream, wearing yellow clothes and holding a basket full of oranges. I was so happy that I shouted 'Where have you been, why are you coming back now!' only to wake myself up instead. Even in a dream, it would be great if I could see her often..." When he was resting on Sunday, his father would use scissors to cut out all the news related to mourning his mother and organize them in the file folder.My father's room is always tidy and tidy, and he said that this is to make perfect preparations in case of his sudden death.

On Parents' Day, we gave our father a carefully prepared card and three carnations, but my younger brother who came out of his office cried.I asked him why he was crying, and he said he saw my father take the flowers and cards and put them next to my mother's picture, and it hurt to hear him say that too. Beginning in the mid-1970s, my father began preparing to leave the presidency.Once, less than a year into his ninth term, he asked me, "Who do you think will be the next president?" I didn't know how to answer him.It seems that at that time, my father probably thought that the modernization of the motherland that he dreamed of had almost achieved certain results.

My father made some specific preparations in order to avoid chaos in the transfer of power. He often told me that after he left office, he would go to a small village in the south to concentrate on reading and writing, and wanted to live a stable old age.One day he said that he wanted to buy a deserted hill, plant flowers and trees there, and live a quiet life. "It's not bad to be able to raise two or three dairy cows, isn't it? Whenever some grandchildren come to my house during the holidays, it should be very fun to be so lively." In fact, when my father said these words, I had a premonition that my father had already made up his mind.He wanted to leave the political circle and spend his old age in a quiet place.