Chapter 31 Chapter 2 My Dad Used to Teach Me How to Pick Up Girls

When I was in high school, I liked a girl in our class.Although my relationship with my father is more like a buddy than a father and son, but this kind of thing is too private, and I still want to have a little secret of myself.Of course, I was also very afraid that he would scold me for this matter, after all, puppy love was a very serious mistake back then.But my father found out later. It was all because the communication equipment was too backward at that time. There were no mobile phones, and even BP machines were rare. Girls always called me at home when they came to me. At that time, my house had just installed a telephone. Although other students also called, it was obvious that the girl made more calls.After a long time, my father also knew that it was her. If I was not at the phone and he answered it, he would deliberately call me loudly: "Son, hurry up, someone is looking for you." When I ran to the phone, my father's face There will be a smirk of knowing the little secret, and hand the microphone to me like a little older brother watching the fun, ha, is it interesting?

On the eve of Christmas that year, he suddenly said to me mysteriously: "Son, didn't you prepare any Christmas presents for others?" I faltered and said: "Ah...no..." "How about buying a pair of gloves?" When my father said this, there was no trace of displeasure, but he seemed very anxious for me. Not only did he say that, but he actually bought a pair of gloves for the girl for me. Puppy love is a taboo for many parents. If their children fall in love, it will be like the sky is falling.My father didn't care about it at all, he knew that the more he dealt with this kind of thing, the more serious it would become, so he let me handle it well, because he believed that I had grown up and could face my own life.

Of course, there will also be some small conflicts that cannot be coordinated between my father and me.My father has always been an extremely meticulous person, sometimes even to the point of being critical, but I am just the opposite, careless and lazy.My things are always scattered all over the house, without order, and I never tidy them up. Once I want to find something, I have to rummage through the house and run around.My father is naturally extremely disgusted, and I don’t know how many times he has criticized and educated me for this. Sometimes he gets angry, and even makes me have the illusion that he will sweep me out of the house with that pile of messy things. .

Unexpectedly, my shortcomings, which my father hated since I was a child, have stubbornly survived on the road to adulthood. Perhaps this is the so-called nature that is easy to change. In any case, he is the most important and most respected person in my life.When I grew up slowly, had my own small family, and had my own children, I felt more deeply about his greatness in the ordinary.