Chapter 31 eleven sons

I have eleven sons. The first son was ugly, but serious and intelligent.Still, I don't think much of him, though I love him as much as any other son.In my opinion, his way of thinking is too simple, he does not look left or right, nor does he look into the distance.He can't get out of his narrow thinking mode. In other words, he always circles around in that narrow thinking circle. The second child has a beautiful appearance, a slender figure, and a standard physique.His fencing posture is ecstatic.He is also very smart and has a lot of experience.He is well-informed, so he is more familiar and kinder to the grass, trees and natural scenery of his hometown than those who stay at home and stay at home.However, this advantage is definitely not only, let alone mainly due to frequent travel, but also because the child has unique abilities that cannot be imitated by others, such as his continuous tumbling and proficient diving movements. Everyone admired him for this feature.The imitator goes as far as the end of the diving board at most, and then loses all courage and interest, and can't jump anymore, but sits on the ground with his buttocks on the ground, raising his arms in a gesture of apology.Even so, my relationship with him was not unblemished and impeccable (for such a child I should be satisfied).His left eye was slightly smaller than his right, and he blinked all the time.Of course it was only a small flaw, and it even made his face look more handsome than without it.Compared with his very withdrawn character, no one blamed the little wink anymore.It's not the physical defect that pains me, of course, it's not the physical defect that makes me want to do this, but some corresponding little weirdness in his mind, some strange poison that runs into his blood, An incapacity in him that cannot be brought into full play by a gift that only I can see.But on the other hand, that's what makes him my true son, because his defect is our family's defect, it's just that it's so obvious in him.

The third son is also very beautiful, but it is not the beauty I like, it is the beauty of a singer: curved lips, cloudy eyes, the head needs a curtain to show its beauty, and his chest is straight. He was too tall, his hands were raised and lowered frequently, and his legs were weak and coy.In addition, he has a tone deafness, so he can only confuse for a while and make the experts concentrate on it, and then he is silent again in a blink of an eye.Although normally I can't resist showing off my son, I prefer to keep him under wraps.He has no intention of showing himself, not because he understands his flaws, but because he is innocent.He also felt deeply out of place, that although he was part of my family, he belonged to another family that was forever lost to him.He is often bored and listless, and can't keep his mind up.

My fourth son is probably more easygoing than the others.He is a real child of the times, and everyone understands him.When he stands in public, everyone wants to give him a nod.Perhaps it was this general approbation that made his character a bit unruly, his behavior unrestrained, his speech casual and unscrupulous.Some of his words are said and loved, but only some, because on the whole he is too casual.He was like a human being, with graceful down jumps, flying in the sky like a swallow, and ended up tragically dying in the desert.He was an insignificant man, and the thought of it made me not even want to look at him again.

The fifth son is kind and lovely, and he fulfills all promises without compromise.He was so insignificant that people felt alone beside him.But he also gained some prestige.If someone asks me what's going on, I'm speechless.Perhaps innocence stands out above all the noise of the world, and he is innocent, perhaps too innocent.He was friendly to everyone, perhaps too friendly.I admit, I would have been uncomfortable if people complimented him in front of me.It goes to show how easy it is to praise someone like my son who undoubtedly deserves it. My sixth son seemed more melancholy than the others, at least at first impression.He hangs his head down all day, but he babbles and talks nonsense, so people don't know what to do with him.If he was at a disadvantage, he would sink into endless sorrow from which he could not get out; when he was at a disadvantage, he would keep it up by chattering.I do not deny, however, that he has a certain selfless passion.When the weather is fine, he thinks hard, still in a dream.He wasn't sick—on the contrary, he was in excellent health—but sometimes, especially in the morning, he felt bouts of dizziness, but he wouldn't fall without help.This phenomenon may be caused by his physical development, he is too tall for his age, which makes him not very beautiful overall, although some parts are particularly beautiful, such as hands and feet.In addition, his forehead is not beautiful, and the skin and frame are somewhat shriveled.

Compared with other sons, I prefer Lao Qi.People don't know how to praise him, don't understand his unique sense of humor.I didn't praise him too much, I knew he was insignificant.If the world were not solely guilty of not appreciating him, it would still be perfect.At home I couldn't live without the child who brought uneasiness and awe of conventional wisdom, and who, at least in my sense, fused the two into an unassailable whole, yet he didn't quite understand it himself. How to use this whole.He won't turn the wheels of the future, yet this gift of his is so inspiring and so promising that I hope his children and grandchildren will carry it on for generations to come.Unfortunately, this wish does not appear to be fulfilled.He bravely faced the discussion around him and showed a leisurely composure, which I can understand, but I don't like.He walked about in this self-satisfied mood, and dismissed girls, although he was never in a bad mood.

My 8th son is giving me headaches but I can't tell why.He looked at me like a stranger, but I felt that as his father, I was intimate and inseparable from him.Years have healed so many wounds that I used to shudder just thinking about him.He went his own way, severed all ties with me, and, with a stubborn head that never looked back, a small but strong body, would surely go wherever he liked, (only that his legs were weak when he was young, but now he may It's grown.) I often want to call him back, ask him what's the matter, why he's so distant from his father, and what he really wants.But now, he has developed into this, so much time has passed, it has to be like this.I was told that he was the only one of my sons who had a big beard, which certainly wasn't pretty for such a small man.

My ninth son is very personable, born with a pair of sweet eyes for women.It even charms me at times, though I know that a damp sponge is enough to remove this extraordinary wind.But what was unusual about this kid was that he had no intention of seductive at all.He would be content to lie on his back on the sofa all his life and stare at the ceiling;Whenever he enters such a wonderful state, he will open his mouth, and he is elegant and elegant, with concise words, intuitive and clear.But the topic is limited to a narrow range, and he will inevitably go beyond the limit of this range. Once beyond, the words will be empty and meaningless.But if people had any hope of being noticed by his sleepy gaze, they signaled him to stop there.

My tenth son is dishonest.I don't want to completely deny this shortcoming, nor do I want to fully admit it.It is certain that anyone who saw him approaching with an air of majesty beyond his years, saw him in his frock coat, always buttoned up, and an old black top hat that had been polished too carefully, saw him A dull face with a slightly protruding chin, eyelids drooping heavily on the eyes, and sometimes stretching out two fingers to touch his lips - anyone who sees him like this will definitely think that this is an extremely hypocritical person.But let us hear how he speaks!He speaks intelligibly, carefully and succinctly, answers questions sharply and vividly; he blends with the world with astonishing spontaneity and delight.This ability to integrate often makes people look up and listen.Many thought he was brilliant, and because of that, found his appearance repulsive, but were fascinated by his words.However, some people now ignore his appearance, but feel that his words are hypocritical.As a father, I don't want to choose one or the other.But I must admit that the second type of reviewer deserves more attention than the first type of reviewer anyway.

My eleventh son is frail, probably the weakest of my sons.However, his weakness is only an illusion, because sometimes he acts very strong and decisive.Yet even at such times his infirmity was something fundamental.This is not a weakness to be ashamed of, but something that manifests itself in the world as weakness.Isn't something like takeoff status not a weakness?It is a state of swaying and swaying.My son is exactly like that.These traits certainly did not please Father, and they were an obvious attempt to destroy the family.Sometimes he looks at me as if he's going to say, "I'm taking you, Father." And then I think, "You're the last person I trust." And his eyes seem to say, "Then I'll be The person you least trust."

These are the eleven sons.