What a coincidence! My dad is a gangster, too

I have read an article written by Yu, "My father is a hooligan". After reading it, I cried and thought, what a coincidence! My father is also a hooligan, but he can't marry three wives.

My parents got the marriage certificate in June of1981/kloc-0. I was born in April of 1982. I found this stalk when I was sensible, but I never asked my mother, because I knew she would never say anything. Even if she was killed, she would definitely take it to the coffin. Only once, when the whole family quarreled, I cried and asked my mother, "How did you marry such a man?" My mother hung her head and said nothing. The expression on her face made me unforgettable.

I have the impression that I spent more time with my father at home when I was a child, because he didn't go to work, so it's not an exaggeration to say that he was idle. On the contrary, my mother works two jobs by herself, and she has to do odd jobs when she comes back from the night shift, and she doesn't sleep during the day. I remember that there was only a shabby little house and a few simple pieces of furniture at home. My mother earned money to get it back, so my father bought a TV set (which was very valuable at that time) and earned money to get it back. He also bought a tape recorder. He said he was bored at home and needed some entertainment. Soon, my father became a very trendy person. In the evening, people always gather in my house to watch TV and play mahjong. During the day, someone always takes a tape and asks my dad to help him record it. I don't see my mother every day, and I still feel happy in those days.

For a time, my father said that he was in poor health and wanted to treat diseases, so he went to many places, such as Sichuan, Shanghai and Northeast China ... Before each visit, my mother would gather together a lot of money for him to take with him, saying that he was poor and rich, and then he tried to pay back the money himself.

When my mother took me alone, it was a nightmare. Before she went to the night shift, she put me to sleep, then tied me to the bed and pressed the quilt and pillow left and right. One is to prevent me from catching cold by kicking the quilt, and the other is to be afraid that I will crawl around. It is said that one of her colleague's children climbed out of the window in the middle of the night to find his mother and broke his leg, and has been limping ever since. I woke up in the middle of the night, cold and scared. I tried to turn on the light, but I was tied up and couldn't move. I woke up my neighbor with tears. People know that the child next door will only complain at home alone, and no one will come to save me. Until dawn, I heard footsteps at the door. I shouted, Mom, I can't pee. ...

When my mother was on the day shift, she told me to be a good boy. She moved a small bench and sat at the door looking at the house for hours. Instead of being bored, I have a sense of mission. My friend invited me to play, but I didn't go either. I said I had to look after the house. There is a neighbor with the same surname as my family. Although he is not related by blood, I also call him grandpa. He felt sorry for me and invited me to his house for noodles at dinner. I wiped my mouth after eating and said that my mother was going to work soon and had not eaten yet. Grandpa smiled generously and said, "Well, I'll save a bowl for your mother."

After a while, dad came back. After all, he is a man who has been to a big city. He looks very foreign, and he also brought some novel sweets that I have never seen. There is also a kind of noodles that can be eaten without cooking. My father sent two boxes of candy to my master and two boxes to my family, thanking them for taking care of our orphans and widows while he was away. My mother and I are the only people who don't have candy. Maybe he thinks his family has nothing to thank. Later, I found out that he was particularly grateful to his grandfather's third daughter, who failed in the third grade middle school entrance examination and stayed at home to prepare for re-reading next year. Father just doesn't have to go to work, so he has plenty of time to thank. They didn't avoid me. I saw my father put his hand into her back and kept stroking. I asked, "Dad, what are you doing?" He replied, "I scratched your aunt's back."

After that, I went to primary school, and TV gradually became popular. No one comes to my house to watch TV at night. No one is allowed to play mahjong at home after mom says the doll has to do her homework. My father hit my mother, and my mother hit back for the first time. Nobody came to my house to play mahjong at night, so my father went out to play mahjong. He was so happy after winning the money that he would give me twenty cents to buy popsicles. Hit my mother if you lose money. I hid in the quilt and wondered why I didn't die.

As far as I can remember, when I was a child, it was very hot in summer, and I was very thirsty during recess in the afternoon. I really want to buy popsicles. I know that when I ask my mother if she wants money, she will answer me: "My family is poor and your father doesn't work, so I have to support myself ..." Then I can only be sensible and say: "Mom, I don't want money." I also know I can't ask my father for money. He always leaves some change beside the bed and on the stove, but I know this is his test. Where there is little money, he always knows to torture me with branches and tear my ears. As soon as I take off my collar, my earlobe will crack and I will grin with pain, and then I will pinch my ear back with my hand. Actually, I don't think it's wrong to take other people's things. I saw my father picking fruit from someone else's fruit tree, taking cabbage from someone else's vegetable pit, stealing two toothbrushes from the counter while the clerk was not looking, and gestured that I should not tell anyone.

When I was in middle school, my father got a job. Although it was temporary, the whole family was very happy. Someone is coming here to build a factory, and we need a janitor at the construction site. There are many technicians in the factory. They eat small pots of rice. My father ate with them in the factory and packed the leftovers for us. Every winter is the season of grabbing cotton. The school was closed for a month. Teachers and students all pick cotton, and everyone has indicators. Everyone else has parents to help pick it up, but I don't. On a cold winter night, it was past ten when I got home. Father divided the leftovers on the plate into two parts, one for me and one for my mother to eat at night shift. I can now recall the smell of fried cabbage with tomatoes and shredded pork in it! I am really hungry. I ate my share, but my eyes didn't leave the plate. I secretly dug out a shredded pork from my mother's share and tidied it with chopsticks. It didn't seem to move. However, I didn't know that my father had been staring at me in the mirror of the closet. He came over and asked, did you steal your mother's food? I said no, and he spat at me and said, "heartless little bastard!" " "His work didn't last long because someone reported him stealing wires.

Finally, I was admitted to a key high school, and then the university came to Shanghai. How happy I am. The father on the other end of the phone became a distant voice and became less hateful.

After graduation, I stayed in Shanghai to work and shared a small house with my good friends. She has a boyfriend who is a pilot in America, and she will get married as soon as he returns to China. I am ugly and rustic. I have no boyfriend and no other hobbies. I just want to make money hard. I work in a trading company during the day and tutor at night. One day I was so tired that I called my mother and said, "Mom, I want to go home!" " "My mother shouted at the other end of the phone. She thought I was lovelorn. I laughed with anger. How can I have such good luck and love to lose? After that, my mother decided to come to Shanghai to take care of me.

I often talk to my mother on the phone. She never mentioned her father, and I didn't ask. Suddenly one day, I received a phone call from my father, saying that he was getting old and his health was getting worse and worse, and he would not live long. His only wish is to miss me. He really wants to come to Shanghai to see me. I cried and thought: I must buy a house in Shanghai and take my parents to Shanghai to be filial. Then I began to save money, and I had to keep an account for every fifty cents I spent. At that time, my QQ signature was "Don't try to separate me from my money". Later, my roommate got married. I can't afford the rent alone. I called my mother and said I wanted to buy a house. My mother said, "ok, I'll help you chip in!" " "She sold the house, took out all her savings, mortgaged her salary card to a good sister, borrowed some money, and bought a two-bedroom and two-bedroom apartment in the most remote place in Shanghai in 2006 with the 80,000 yuan I saved. How far is it? Anyway, there is a high-speed toll station not far from my home.

Soon, my father came to Shanghai beaming. My mother followed. When I met her at the railway station, I couldn't believe that this black and short old lady was my mother. I caught her and found her as light as a leaf. She was a little shy and proud to tell me that she only spent one yuan last month. She brought all the valuables at home, except the certificate and passbook, and the snow-white cotton elastic net cover for my dowry. My father was very happy. He called friends in his hometown one by one and said that they were all blackened by the sea breeze in Shanghai. He also said that when he went to the market to buy food, he told the stall owner to keep the change and that my daughter had a promise to buy a house in Shanghai. ...

Father walks around the community every day to see where the flowers look good and where he can go fishing, but he is soon unhappy. People have mobile phones now, and his daughter gives him 2000 yuan a month. What can he do with his fishing rod? One day, his mother and father bickered at home, and his father, who had always called himself "weak", pressed his mother to the ground and sprayed pesticides on her mouth with his neck. I was shocked when I saw it. I asked my mother, "What's the matter? Why did he still hit you! " "Mom said," nothing, I'm used to it. "

Later, my mother told me that he was playing cards with people in his hometown, quarreling with people angrily, hitting people, and his head was swollen and his eyes could not be opened. Their two sons are very strong and say, "If you see him, kill him!" " He was scared, so he quickly called me and said that he would come to Shanghai. My mother went to the respected grandma Qin for reconciliation, paid the medical expenses, and went to take nutrition to apologize to others, begging them not to file a case. Later, Grandma Qin came to Shanghai to see her granddaughter, and I went to take her home for dinner. Grandma Qin told me that your mother is not easy. People asked your father to kneel down and apologize, so your mother knelt down for your father. ...

After my father came to Shanghai, he always complained of headache and chest tightness. It's convenient to see a doctor anyway. Huashan, Zhongshan, Longhua, all kinds of experts are dead. CT is as common as eating, and nothing is found. A doctor's words are very pertinent: the elderly should relax, don't always doubt that they are sick, and find something meaningful to do. According to himself, he patted the table and scolded the doctor: "I don't have the ability to see a doctor, and you still call me crazy?" The doctor was too scared to fart or answer a word.

Later, I got married and had children. My mother thinks that she has endured for me all her life, and now that everything is settled, she will never compromise with her father again. Father is getting more and more wronged. I used to fight twice, but now I dare to fight. My wife used to do everything at home, but now she dares to let her do the laundry herself. The two still quarreled, and my mother said bitterly, "Enough with you, let's go!" "My father said," Divorce is ok. You have to buy me a house and give me100000 yuan for the loss of youth. "Later, the neighborhood committee to mediate. In front of the neighborhood Committee, he burst into tears: "I have no money and no ability in my life. My wife and daughter look down on me. They don't care about me at all ... "

When the mediator of the neighborhood Committee heard about it, he called our company and asked me to pay more attention to the needs of the elderly. So my dad was even more proud, saying everywhere in the community that my mother was not good to him and my daughter was not filial. At first people listened curiously, and then they asked him, "They are so bad, why do you still live in Shanghai?" Father is a little angry. However, his struggle experience is getting richer and richer. Once he had a fight with his mother, my husband went over and pulled him away and pushed him onto the sofa. "What can't be said?" Maybe you hit me first! "My husband is tall 1 m 83 and strong. My father didn't expect that my son-in-law, who has always been kind, suddenly spoke to him like this. He immediately became timid, stood up and went back to his bedroom, locking the door from the inside.

Soon, the sound of a police car. It turned out that the father called the police and told the police with the mobile phone bought by his son-in-law. He was beaten by his son-in-law, that is, taught him to use handwriting input method, taught him to use WeChat, and taught him to recharge his mobile phone with Alipay. The son-in-law hit him today. When the police car approached, he opened the window and rolled on the bed. He shouted in a provocative voice, "Killed, hit someone, my son-in-law hit me. Oh, it hurts me to death ..." When the police knocked at the door, he immediately rushed out of the bedroom and said, "Comrade policeman, my son-in-law hit me and killed me. You can't lift my arm. " I came out of the back room with my trembling son in my arms and said to the police, "He hit my mother and my husband stopped him." The policeman helped his hat, said, live a good life and stop fooling around, and then left. This is the first time in my life that I have been questioned by the police. I think the people's police are great, only one thing. Why not arrest the person who reported the false case?

I query learned a lot of information and even consulted lawyers and friends. I found that domestic violence is very common in China, and the relevant laws are quite imperfect. If you don't kill people, the police won't care. There is a saying that "it is difficult for an honest official to break housework", and the identification of injuries is also very troublesome. Usually a few slaps are not a problem at all, not even a tenth-degree injury. I know my nightmare with my mother is not over yet.

I also tried to forget my hatred and influence him with the warmth of my family, but a selfish man's desire is endless. He bought him a sweater and asked me why it wasn't cashmere. Take him on a trip to Suzhou and Hangzhou. He said that Thailand is good, and you can touch a shemale. Take him to a massage. My husband said I wouldn't go if my parents went. He cheekily said to my husband, "Come on, let's play together!" " He may think that the massage parlor will give him some special services, right?

Sometimes I can't take it anymore. I cried and said to my husband, "Let's break up. I have no confidence in marriage. " My husband hugged me and choked and said, "Why are you so stupid?"

Good for evil, how to report it directly. How can I raise such a father? Generally speaking, the composition pays attention to inheritance and the desire to promote first and then suppress, and has spoken ill of so many fathers. Will it praise the father's love at the end? Hehe, I won't! My father, he is a hooligan.