"Who doesn't like to survive in a way that doesn't take too much effort?" The
father had expectations for his children, hoping that they would work harder and succeed in the future. But when I was young, I never had any plans, nor did I have a so-called great ideal. I just want to be a good father after I have children.
Everyone has an inferiority complex that they don't want to be mentioned. The so-called famous conductors are just playing drums in the symphony troupe. He said it was enough to earn an income, play the drums easily, and travel everywhere. Who said it was against his will to comfort his father, maybe he was living a very comfortable life. It's just that this kind of life, in the face of parents, is always inexplicable and pale.
My father has always lived in an environment where there is only good news and no bad news. It ended up being a nightmare. Before the plane encountered a storm, countless images flashed in his mind, and he probably had guessed the truth.
That night, my father returned to his yard. The dark clouds were low and the air was suffocating. The father was an old father, and the child was still the same as his childhood. The truth finally came out of the children's mouths one by one, and then the rainstorm began, and the children all fled into the house, leaving the old man alone in the chair.
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