Last May, because I like Xiao Bury, I changed my head to a cute one. I think it's really cute. No one noticed, or cared about, the trivial matter of changing my head. The wechat dialog box was silent. At noon, when chatting with my parents, my father suddenly said, "Kiki, your head is not good-looking, like a child. I think it looks better than before." I was having dinner with my friends in the canteen. When I saw this sentence, I almost sprayed the sour plum soup I just drank into my mouth on the screen, because he is obviously a person who doesn't care about details and won't write his emotions on his face.
When I came home from the Dragon Boat Festival, I held a watermelon, scooped up a big piece with a big spoon and put it in my mouth. While chewing and swallowing, I looked at my dad watching NBA on the sofa and said with a smile, "Dad, do you think the small countersunk head I changed is not good-looking because it is not my photo?" He glanced at the watermelon juice around his mouth. "Maybe." I laughed, because I laughed too hard, and the watermelon I swallowed was dangling in my esophagus, and I coughed. Instead, my mother ran out of the kitchen and nagged me to eat slowly and not talk. Dad just whispered, "I'm still a child."
Later, he and his mother discovered the sudden changes in my head several times, and my mother was definitely the first to find them, because she always clicked my head and sent me some words like "good morning" and "good night", while he, in fact, we never sent WeChat current waves as frequently as my mother and I did.
So, the first time I changed my avatar, how did Dad find out?
I used to stubbornly believe that my father was a rational and steady person. His love is never like my mother's. When I miss him, I send a message: "What is my baby girl doing?" One day I didn't contact him, so I called: "Why didn't you send me a WeChat yesterday?" But the older I grow up, the more I can find that he is actually very emotional through his emotions that are not written on his face at all.
After the college entrance examination, I chose a city 1300 km away from home based on the principle of "going to school in the province means growing up". At that time, watching my father write and draw notes in the volunteer book, I knew that he wanted me to go to a place close to Changsha. Before September of that year, my mother said to me, "Because your father thinks you are going to Changsha, you can drag me regularly. My eyes are a little red in the excitement and freshness inherent before freshmen enter school. Dad is obviously a superman, a superman who doesn't write too much emotion on his face and treats things rationally.
However, every time I go back to school and look at my father's hard face outside the window, because he wants to hold back his reluctance, I slowly find that Superman has wrinkles, too.
It's like when I called him, he told me not to call home all the time, to study hard and keep exercising, and at the same time muttered to his mother on a drunken night, "Kiki called you for so long, and she didn't know how to call me more."
Therefore, whether because of personality or just because of the identity of the father, the father is always rational in front of the children. But he probably doesn't know that the sensibility contained in this rationality may be deeper than his mother's, but it is actually what his favorite child can find, because in front of the person he loves, there is no way to remain rational all the time.
A friend once told him jokingly, "Dad, I don't want to play any more" when his father was lounging on the sofa watching a football match during a May Day holiday. Pretending to be pathetic, I let my father see the dark circles he wiped out when he stayed up late playing with his mobile phone.
"However, this man with a little white sideburns gave me a look and said for the first time,' That father raised you'." He conveniently stuffed the popcorn on the table into his mouth, but the crackling sound still didn't cover up his slight sob. I know he was faced with the first major decision in his life, and he forgot how many times he was beaten outside.
The moment his father uttered this sentence, his mind showed the image that his father had been strict with himself since childhood. When I was called by my parents to play with my mobile phone in class, when I was a boy in junior high school and the class next door, and when I secretly took a girl's hand in my sophomore year to announce my first love, I was severely taught a lesson by my father. This time, the man in front of me doesn't know when the wrinkles have climbed up the corner of his eyes and forehead, and his back doesn't seem as superman as before. But he suddenly wanted to cry.
It turns out that no matter how many mountains you have climbed outside and how many rivers and lakes you have crossed, there are many astringent tears in your heart, but there will always be someone patting you on the shoulder behind you, but when you were young, you squatted down and reached up. You just found that the mountain you once rode around your neck was not as high as you.
My dad has only sent three friends' circles so far, all of which are forwarded, except the first one is for work needs, and the other two are all articles written by me. Suddenly I understand why he is always the first to find out that my WeChat avatar has changed.
His love has never been stronger than his mother's. Like rolling in the snow in winter, snowflakes fall on his eyelashes and clothes, but he doesn't feel too cold. When he looked up, he found himself wrapped in sunshine. It's like his love is never easy for you to see, but he can always feel it quietly, just in a different way from his mother.
Looking at the chat records, every time I feel wronged or self-doubt, my father always seems to write me a lot of words that can soothe my heart. The more you grow up, the more you find his emotional side.
Time, please walk slowly.
Because I don't want wrinkles to give me the courage to do anything, let me pat the dust and hold my head high when I am hit.