Chapter 7 7.Do you love your unborn baby?

Q Long live the rainy day asked his wife Sun Pingping Do you love our upcoming baby? A Sun Pingping replied Long live the rainy day Because the baby came very, very unexpectedly, I was quite confused at first, feeling like everything was disrupted.But now I really, really love this baby and am looking forward to it.The focus of everything in life is him/her. > Q7 Extended reading I don't want them to see / Li Chengpeng When I was a child, I saw a Japanese movie - about a pair of homeless father and son after the war.They drove in the rain, trekked on the rugged mountain road, and begged in front of the snowy farmhouse. When the son was beaten by the rich family, the father used his body to block the fist and the stick and rolled into the ditch on the roadside.There is a scene: on a snowy day, the father begged for a bowl of porridge, boiled it in a casserole for his son to drink, and the son asked him to drink it first. He went to try the temperature, but the mouth was hot and blistered, jumping around in place, and the two laughed. Laughing... This actually warm scene made me cry, and now I don't know why.

Later, the father got leprosy, and the son was taken in by his adoptive father, but he ran away again.Later, by chance, he learned piano and became a budding artist in Tokyo.At this time, his adoptive father accidentally discovered him and asked him to meet his biological father.He was discussing marriage with the daughter of a big financier, in order to cover up his background, he killed his adoptive father at the station.Later, the detection process was very complicated. In the final scene, when the detectives of the Metropolitan Police Department handed over the photo of the pianist to his biological father who had leprosy, the father refused to admit that it was his son in order to protect his son, but looking at the photo, old tears...

I didn't cry for this scene, which was rated as the most classic scene in the Japanese sex detection series. At that time, I didn't understand the reason why my father didn't admit that it was his son.By the time I understood, I was already a father. I already understood that my father was the most unbearable fighter in the world.If you want to ask me the most important experience of being a father, this is the answer.In fact, our fathers are not as powerful as Yishi, nor are they as calm and self-assured as "Supreme", nor are they tall and tall like Hollywood fathers. disease.Some of them are not even happy with their relationship, and even show some wretchedness when they are very young.But they love their children and never leave a fight behind.

There is a frequent visitor in my community, surnamed Zhou.I still don't know what his name is, but I just call him Uncle Zhou.He picks up trash in the community.He is not the sloppy garbage man you imagine. In order not to arouse the disgust of others, he always wears clean clothes, greets people politely and knows most people's honorifics. The cart never drops any garbage carefully. , Even if he collects garbage, he will not rummaging through it. He carefully sorts the cardboard boxes and used batteries he needs, and puts unnecessary garbage into recycling bags for regular garbage trucks to dispose of.The security guards didn't chase him away either, and I later found out that his son was a security guard from another community.I used to think that his son was very unfilial, but later I found out that his son strongly opposed him doing this, and once locked him in the house and refused to let him out.But every time he would secretly come to pick up trash, lying to his son that he had found a job in a housekeeping company.

Occasionally he would come to my house to collect some cardboard boxes, and my mother would keep him for dinner, and every time he would reverently bow to the Guanyin offered by my house.I talked to him once, and he said that he knew it was embarrassing, but if he wanted to buy a house for his son in the city, after another half a year, he would almost have the down payment. Chinese fathers are somewhat different from fathers all over the world. For well-known and unknown reasons, they sacrifice their dignity to support their families.Uncle Zhou is lucky.Another example is Xia Junfeng, an illegal peddler. When a father just wanted his son to learn painting, he went to the street to set up a stall, and finally killed someone. One can imagine how sad he felt when he swung a knife and shook the tree at two huge city management gnats .

You ask my father, he is a neurotic music director, his image and personality are a bit like the one in the movie.Military origin, violent.When I was very young, he forced me to practice the piano. If I didn't follow or made mistakes repeatedly, he would play.But since I was a child, I have been agile and flexible in dodging. How many times have I played the scene of Tom and Jerry with him.Once I got under the bed (the bed of the Xinjiang Corps can hide half a squad under it), he got in after me, and I fought with a broom inside, which caused the bed board to collapse, and the bridge of his nose was bleeding... Once, the school gave out frozen meat, but it was so cold that a kitchen knife couldn’t cut it at all. We used a mountain ax to chop it hard in the yard. When I chopped it, I yelled “cut my father to death”, and he cried when he heard it.This is the only time he cries in front of me.

I haven't asked him why he was crying now, so there's no need to ask. Later he divorced my mother, and I went back to Sichuan with my mother. Because of my mother's insistence and the court's decision, father and son were forced to get together less and leave more.Later, I found out that he was a little bit down, that he was not happy when he remarried, and that his youngest daughter was also in some condition... I had a grand meeting when I was 30 years old. I bought him a lot of clothes, and he was very happy, which is what everyone understands. Happy like an old child.I noticed that he buttoned his suit all the way to the hem without realizing it.

Next month, I will stay with him for a while as planned, and drive him for a walk along the Yellow River.He took me away when I was young, now I take him away, and my son will take me away in the future.My dad was such an unbearable fighter, he wanted to make me a master musician, and I became a master codewriter.He wanted to train my son to be a music master, but I decided to train Kezai to be a tennis master.He was very sad, feeling that his ideals in this life had been planted on two generations.Before leaving that time, he shouted loudly, look, Kezai's fingers are so long, so long, what a pity.

In China, every father is unbearable in the eyes of his children.Dad is a scar inside of us pretending to be a tattoo, and we love him.So you ask me what is the difference between my father and me. The biggest difference is that what he wants me to be, I must not be.Presumably many people are the same as me.I don't know why. The rest is the same. There is no way to get rid of these same or different. We all know that if the children find out that we are unbearable, it is our greatest unbearable.I carefully concealed my unbearable struggles, worked hard to earn money, shaved my beard clean every day, and wore neat clothes, so that he felt that my father was actually chic and romantic.

I don't want Kezai to see how miserable I am.