Horse Racing Girl: Please call me sir

After hanging up the phone, Sir Liu dialed the number with the remark 520 again.

"Grandpa?"

"Ahao! You remembered to call us! Hey, old lady, what are you doing!"

"Ah Hao! How are you doing in Japan? Why did you suddenly think of calling us?"

"Happy National Day, grandpa and grandma! Isn't this the National Day? I wanted to call you."

"Happy, happy! Aren't you going to be a teacher at that... Tracy College? How is the school food? Is it enough to eat?"

"If you don't have enough to eat, grandma will transfer some money to you. How can the old man exchange it for Japanese yen?"

"I'm full! The conditions in the dormitory are good! You can even cook your own meals. I also get along well with my colleagues here! They're all pretty good."

"Okay! That's good...have you found that so-and-so student?"

"It's Ma Niang. She has found a good child."

"Male or female?"

"female."

"Hey, you have such a good relationship. How do you look? Are you pretty?"

"Yes, he is very good-looking and has a lively personality. He is a good student."

"And grandma, I just have a simple teacher-student relationship with her. Don't get me wrong."

"Oh! Young people... I understand! Your grandpa is also a teacher. I won't stop you young people from having fun, but you must be responsible for others, you know!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, how are you and grandpa doing? Maybe we can move in with mom."

"Forget it! I'm not familiar with the people over there. I've been like this my whole life. Isn't it better to hang out with acquaintances in my hometown and wait for death than to go there?"

"Hey! Grandma, don't say that. You will definitely live a long life. Have you forgotten? When I was a child, you promised to accompany me until my grandson was born!"

"...No one is immortal..."

Even though he said this, Waipi's tone was still very happy.

This is what I have been doing in this life, I just hope not to be a burden to my children and I can't lose that face.

I chatted with my grandma for a long time. Finally, in a reluctant tone, she handed the phone to my grandpa and hung up the phone after chatting for a while.

Looking at the lights in the dark outside the balcony, Sir Liu began to recall the past.

When I was young, my parents divorced, my mother remarried my uncle, and I was raised by my grandmother from kindergarten.

It's embarrassing to say that he doesn't even know when his parents divorced.

Grandma always likes to scold herself. Sometimes when she is scolded and cries, she always imagines getting good grades and then being cold to grandma alone, making her regret treating herself this way.

But now it seems very naive.

Because my grandfather taught in the countryside, my grandmother did not live with my grandfather for more than ten years in order to take her to study in the main city.

The relationship between the two old people also had conflicts, and they even got divorced when Liu Sir was in the third grade of elementary school, but the relationship ended with nothing.

When I was in the third grade of elementary school, I didn’t see my father for a long time, and I didn’t think much about it.

When I was in first grade, my mother brought over an uncle and said he would stay with us from now on.

After school, because I was afraid that no one would teach me how to do my homework, I gave the teacher a tip and asked the teacher to help me after school.

Because when we first entered school, the teacher taught us a formula:

When "Awesome, I'm awesome"

But he interrupted:

"Bangbang, I'm awesome! Bangbang, everyone is awesome!"

The head teacher was stunned for a moment and then laughed.

"Yes! Bangbang, I'm great! Bangbang, everyone is great!"

After tutoring me, my uncle came to pick me up. The teacher would always mention this and praise me for being a team player.

I would also raise my head proudly and follow my uncle to the underground shopping mall to sell clothes.

My mother and uncle shouted at the guests, while I watched the funny videos downloaded on my tablet.

Uncle always takes him to play football. When others hear him calling him uncle, their expressions will always be a little weird.

Such days ended in the second grade. There was a period of time when I couldn't see my uncle, so I went to ask my mother.

"What about uncle?"

"Uncle, doesn't he like to squeeze your hand? I'm afraid it will hurt you, so I don't want him anymore."

I have forgotten my mother's tone at that time, but she must not have been very happy.

Then when I was having skin peeling surgery in the third grade, I was too scared to do it, so my mother drove over from another city to accompany me and brought a strange uncle with her.

When I was a child, I didn't know how to get along with others, so I would dig into other people's crotches when I met them.

Because this is the only way he knows how to build a relationship.

Later, my mother got married to my uncle, and I, who had never experienced my father's love at first, experienced my father's love.

During the summer vacation in fourth grade, my uncle and mother would take me to play hide-and-seek every night.

He said they were childish, but they still had a lot of fun.

He and his mother were hiding in a small community, and his uncle came looking for them.

My mother would always call her uncle to tease him, and she would laugh next to him.

When it was my turn to be a ghost, I looked for them while crying because I was afraid of the dark.

Every time they hear themselves crying, they will always run out to comfort themselves.

My mother and mother-in-law always made me change my name to call him daddy.

Every time he called him dad instead of uncle, he would always pick him up with a happy smile.

That was the best time of my childhood.

Then Tzuyu was born, and she began to understand that her father and mother were divorced, and she felt that the love of her mother and uncle was biased towards her younger brother, so she often lost her temper.

I once wrote an essay, saying that my mother forgot to take her with me when she took a taxi home from the hospital, and how much she felt wronged.

Then the teacher sent the composition to his mother, and her mother came to him by car overnight.

She kept crying and talking about how difficult it was for her, and then she kept sobbing and apologizing to herself.

When I was a child, I panicked, and a kind of psychology called guilt occupied my heart.

He kept patting his mother on the back and saying, "Mom, I was wrong."

When the mother cried, he started to cry too, and the two of them cried like this for a while.

It was also at that moment that I realized that my mother was also a girl.

Then as Tzuyu grew up, the financial pressure on the family also increased. My uncle and mother tried to run a canteen, but they stopped after the business was in recession.

The two went to look for jobs separately, and the mother found a job that paid a lot more than her uncle.

After discussion, it was finally decided that the uncle would take care of Tzuyu at home while her mother went out to work.

Why can't two people go to work together? Because grandma has to take care of her in another major city, and mother-in-law also has to go to work.

As a result, the pressure on my uncle and my mother increased. My mother was very tired from working, and my uncle felt uncomfortable being called a soft-rice boy.

The contradiction between the two became more and more serious, and as their inner emotions could not be vented, they both became irritable and continued to quarrel.

But every time I walked in out of curiosity, they would always "make up immediately" and tell me it was nothing.

They separated in fifth grade, and Ziyu lived with her uncle and mother-in-law.

My mother has been working hard in her career.

Then I didn’t find out until the first year of junior high school that they had been divorced for 3 years.

During this period, he had been foolishly thinking that there was a rift in their relationship and they were just separated to adjust.

I never thought that this piece of glass had broken.

During this period, he also learned that he was a rich boy when he was a child.

My father is very rich. He has about 4 million yuan in assets. The family car is a Rolls-Royce.

He and his mother gave birth to him, and he also lived a wealthy life when he was a child.

Then when I was just in elementary school, my father borrowed money from others and refused to repay it, causing the company to go bankrupt, and the former high-end office building turned into a community house that had been renovated and repaired.

Rolls-Royce was also replaced by BMW and then Volkswagen.

Then he and his mother borrowed more than 20 yuan from his grandparents to make a comeback.

Then the successive failures hit my father.

My father personally filed for divorce from my mother.

When I was a child, I always resented my father because I lacked his father's love.

He always thought of him as being like some evil chaebol who abandoned himself and his mother.

When I was in junior high school, I learned that he had been married to an aunt and had three daughters, and had a daughter with his current aunt, so I felt even more disdain for him.

At the same time, he also felt guilty towards his three sisters, because he had taken away the fatherly love they deserved.

So he regarded his love for him as nothing more than a tool to pass on his business. He just wanted a man to inherit his business.

Once, my mother mentioned to me that my father wanted to remarry my mother, but my little sister was already 1 year old at that time.

At that moment, I felt that my father was a scumbag. But I still showed kindness to him on the surface.

Until the first volume of junior high school, I expressed my understanding of my mother and my dissatisfaction with my father in my weekly diary.

Then because I wanted to have a birthday party like other classmates but my mother refused, I lost my temper and took a photo of my weekly diary and sent it to my father and mother.

This time my mother did not cry, but blamed herself for criticizing her father.

My father just made a phone call to himself.

He asked about what was in the weekly diary, and he realized his mistake afterwards, so he explained to him with some embarrassment.

I am ignorant and just talk nonsense.

He was silent for a long time, but finally he merged all his guilt into one sentence

"Feel sorry."

At first I simply thought that his conscience was aware of it.

But as he grew up and learned more about life, he found that he understood his father more and more.

A man encountered bankruptcy when he was in high spirits, and then chose to divorce in order not to drag down his wife and children. He always felt guilty towards his son and wanted to make up for his fatherly love for him.

But all he got in exchange was his son's incomprehension and the bloody criticism in his weekly diary.

As I kept thinking about my father's situation from his perspective, I felt more and more guilty and scared.

What on earth did I do...

The lack of love caused by your parents' divorce is not a reason for you to hurt your loved ones. They all love you, but their love cannot come together.

They have the right to choose love, and you just need to respect their choice.

Don't let yourself stand in the way of their pursuit of love.

During the winter vacation between the first and second grades of junior high school, I took the initiative to go to my father's place for a month.

During this period, my father took me to meet clients, and it was sometimes boring to be busy with work.

But my father would also put aside some things and spend an afternoon with him at the swimming pool.

Playing the two-person event, he sat behind himself and held himself between his thighs, and then rushed into the water on the slide with a constant feeling of weightlessness.

The water rushed into my nose and I felt very uncomfortable, but I and my father always smiled and wanted to do it again.

After playing home, my father took me to the place where I would live with my aunt. Instead of going directly in, he went to the garage to see if my aunt's car was there.

When he saw that he was not there, he took me in with confidence.

Of course I knew that he was afraid of what his aunt would say if he took me back to spend the night, so I came to take a look.

At that time, I didn't feel bad in my heart, but I felt more and more guilty towards my father.

If he wasn't his father, he wouldn't have to be so careful...

The house that my father and aunt lived in was very big, with two floors. It was several times bigger than the house I lived in when I went to school. Looking at the wedding photos of my father and aunt and the full moon photo of my sister, I felt mixed emotions.

I don't care much about these money-like material things. It doesn't matter whether I have money or not, it will disappear when I die.

But when I see my father and aunt holding my sister and laughing in the photo frame, I always want to cry.

Isn't this how I took my father away from my three sisters...

I am nothing more than a burden to my mother. If it weren’t for my mother, I wouldn’t have had to get divorced so many times...

At that time, I didn't want my father to come back and love me and my mother.

Because this means that my little sister and aunt will be hurt again.

My father is very kind to my mother. He buys all kinds of clothes and bags for my mother. He also cooks for her and makes soup for my pregnant mother.

My father was also very kind to my aunt, treating her like my mother who was pregnant with him.

My father is indeed a scumbag, but he is not completely scumbag either.

He is responsible for everything. Just like the eldest sister who has just graduated and works in her father's company, so does her brother-in-law.

The tuition fees for the second sister and the third sister are also paid by their father.

My mother was also very kind to my father. After the divorce, she helped him find someone to borrow money and even took out a loan herself to help him start a new business.

It seems that my father started the company again to live up to his mother's trust and reached 2 million.

He handed over all the assets of the company to his mother and asked her to save them for him.

Of course his mother knew why he did this, so she just accepted the card without touching a penny in it.

When I was in my second year of junior high school, my mother brought back a man, and this man was Lao Zhang, whom I had become familiar with before.

Lao Zhang is very good to himself, to Ziyu, and to his mother.

He could accept his mother being a wife several times and love her.

I also bless in my heart, hoping that Lao Zhang will be my mother's last husband and will not let my mother be hurt again.

When I asked why Lao Zhang and his mother didn't get married.

My mother said to herself with a sigh:

"Mom doesn't plan to get married again in this life, so it's good to just be friends with your Uncle Zhang."

Hearing this sentence, I felt sad for my mother.

I have also grown up through repeated blows in my life, and my previous immaturity towards my parents has now turned into understanding and even guilt for my inability to understand their behavior.

He is a very possessive person, and he is very afraid of his own things leaving him, but he is willing to let go if it can make others live a better life.

And children who have been exposed to rain are more likely to hold umbrellas for others, right?

One suffering can bring a person to a low point, but many sufferings can only make a person stronger.

This is a life principle that Liu Sir realized.

Looking at the night, maybe I was thinking so much because I was drunk...

He picked up his cell phone and called his father's cell phone number.

"Dad...Happy National Day!"

"Happy National Day, Ah Hao! What's the matter? I'm drinking with a client here."

"You're over 60, so don't drink. Why don't you just let your brother-in-law go?"

"I didn't want you to...sigh."

"It's nothing, just asking."

"Really? There won't be any trouble in Japan, right?"

"No."

"Well...just tell the old man if you have anything!"

"OK Bye Bye."

"Bye-Bye."

Sir Liu did not hang up the phone but watched his father hang up the phone and put the phone into his pocket.

Thinking about the wonderful life now in Teresen, and thinking about the past.

“People don’t feel suffering when they are suffering.”

"They're just busy"

"Being squashed in the steamer of life"

"Perhaps people will accept the absurdity of life"

"Accept the inertia of life at every stage"

"Exit yourself and go far away"

"I also discovered it by accident"

"Compared to others along the way"

"It's really a bit harder."

Reciting the words of Mr. Lin Fuqing's "Three Years and Five Years" in his mouth, Sir Liu lit up a stick and let the smell of smoke and his thoughts drift.