A letter or a film review

I feel that I was born in such a family. My father is busy with work every day, while my mother is always confused. It is really rare for a child in such a family to be mature and sensible, and to be childish and cute as a bear child. So after seeing that, Su Yuan lay dying on the bed, and the first sentence she opened her eyes was not sadness,
but a greeting to the father who was by her side.
It was the first time that she burst into tears.
In the past, I heard people say that what often makes people cry is not the pain when the heart is torn, but a greeting after you are sad.
At that time, it was very emotional.

The father inside who has been secretly loving his own children also reminds me of the man in the distance.
The father secretly borrowed Kekemeng's clothes, and when there was no one in the ward at night, he came to his daughter's bedside and wanted to say something and do something for her, but he didn't know what to do or say. Such love is clumsy but warm.
I couldn't help thinking of him, and when I was angry and awkward, he was the one who made me laugh with his stupid dance, weird tone, and a lot of promises that haven't been fulfilled yet. Every scene is in memory.
Later, on her way to school, Suyuan could not help but pass that intersection again. When she was afraid of tightening her clothes, the man in Cocomon clothes (ham sausage monkey?) appeared at the end of the alley and waved to Suyuan silly. .
Probably all fathers in the world are the same, protecting their children in their own way, don’t say you didn’t know or didn’t find out, it’s just your carelessness, they already know everything about you and love everything about you, even if you do not know.
I was a careless and willful child. Before I came to Shenyang to go to university, I didn't know whether to believe that he loved me so much.
Until, I began to realize that no matter how many things I did to hurt his heart, I did not get the so-called happiness but sadness and self-blame.
No matter how hard I hurt him a thousand times or ten thousand times, I would still be amused by one of his jokes.


I began to miss the jokes he told, and began to understand why he liked to drink.
I gradually remembered that when I was young, he took me to the supermarket and to the zoo.
I'm starting to miss his eccentric cooking style and the nasty meatballs (a kind of dish)
I can remember him
having lied to himself for so long. . . . . It turned out that I loved him so much.

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