I'm fighting with my boyfriend every day

Once upon a time there was a young master who was handsome and smart.

My mother has a beautiful maid, who is cold to everyone, but smiles when talking to him.Meng Shi, who was educated by his family, was a lonely and famous scholar, whom no one looked down upon, but he never hit him hard.The old eater in Zhuangzi, who is said to be frighteningly high in martial arts but also frighteningly ugly, would secretly give him a handful of chestnuts he picked up on the mountain.

The grown-ups all like the young master.

Because the young master will say that the maid is more elegant than the official lady I met today, after class, I have memorized the poems and proses of celebrities in Luoyang that were expensive in Luoyang but now no one cares about them, and I will also remember to bring pastries that are only available in his hometown to old diners.

The adults think that children are easy to deceive, but the young master thinks that adults are the best to coax.

But there was one person that the young master could never coax.

That is dad.

Dad is a great hero.

Father has practiced magic skills that no one can do, has killed villains no one dares to kill, and married a beauty no one can match.

Sitting in the city, Zhengao officials from the north would also bow their heads to him; while walking on the road, murderers and thieves would escort their convoy for thirty miles.When poor people ask him for help, his father never shirks his excuses. When he lifts the old and the weak up from the dust, the smile on his face is like that of a loving father and filial son.

But the big hero never gave his son a smile.

Father never asked the young master about his homework, nor did he care about his fists.Dad never scolded him, but he didn't praise him either, and Dad hardly spoke to him at home.Dad would only call him by his name when he was with other seniors.

Dad would also call him: "Come here, and show this pose to everyone."

This is nothing special, and the teacher always asked him to interpret scriptures that others could not.But on the way to the school grounds, the young master couldn't help puffing out his chest, making his back as straight as a javelin.

That's what great heroes are, he told himself.

A great hero would never chase his son and beat him up, nor would he carry his son to dig out a bird's nest in a tree. A great hero would never chatter and praise his son's intelligence like ordinary people.

A great hero would never smile at his son even once.

One year his father took him back to his hometown.

My hometown is far away and poor, and there is a fool in my hometown.

The young master has many brothers and sisters, but none of them are as fun as a fool.The fool is not afraid of pain when he is beaten, and he is not too annoyed when he is scolded. Sometimes he is very angry and rolls on the ground, but when he is told to take him to catch insects, he will get up immediately.The idiot would sometimes listen to him with his eyes wide open. At this moment, the young master didn't need to memorize words well, nor did he need to practice boxing with a steady step. No matter what nonsense he was talking about, the idiot would listen with gusto.

The young master felt so pitiful for the fool.He is so stupid and dirty, who else would like him except his parents?As soon as the young master left, the fool had no choice but to catch bugs by himself.

The idiot burst into tears when he heard it, and suddenly ran away screaming.

The fool wiped his snot by pulling the maid's skirt, became dizzy and nearly fell into the well, and finally kicked his legs on the ground crying for his parents.

His vulgar shopkeeper-like father was not cried out, it was the young master's father who came.

The great hero picked up the fool, wiped his hands and face, but did not let him go, but told him seriously what is the difference between men and women, what is meant by men having tears, and what is meant by a rich body.

The young master really doesn't understand, how can a fool understand?Why did dad say this to a fool?You see, sure enough, the fool yawned boredly, grinned, and ran away with a grin.

The fool didn't look back.But father stood up straight, but looked at the fool's back for a long time.

This was the first time the clever young master had a stupid idea.

He suddenly thought, had he been thinking wrong all along?Is it because he is too smart, too good at pleasing adults, that's why dad ignores him?If he also caused trouble like a fool, wouldn't dad also be troubled by reasoning with him one by one?If he was dirty all over, wouldn't dad kneel down and wipe it off for him?

This stupid idea followed him day and night, like a fool who followed him.

The young master finally did something that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Dad was studying in the pavilion next to the water, and the young master was gearing up to pull down a flower and tree along the canal.He had never done this kind of thing before, and he really didn't know what to do, so he threw the flowers and trees into the ditch, with a lump of soil under the roots of the flowers, and there was a sound of "boom".

But Pa didn't look up.

The young master was a little shy, and thought he would try again for the last time, but his father still ignored him, so he would never do this kind of thing again.

"Boom", he kicked a piece of Taihu Lake stone into the water, "Boom", and then another bigger piece.

The wild birds in the grass on the opposite bank flew up in fright, and the insects that had escaped from death jumped into the water.

But Dad was still glued to his eyes by the book.

In the end, this Taihu stone was half the height of a child, and the young master had to use his shoulders to push it.

one two three!Not so much!

He didn't expect the mud under the stone roots to loosen long ago.

"Boom!!!"

Dad finally stood up.

Dad went to the window.

The Taihu stone was still slanted on the shore, but it was the young master himself who fell into the water.

Water gushed into his nose and mouth, and the more he tried to swim, the more ferociously the water covered his head.It's strange, even if you walk on the school field all morning, your hands and feet won't be so weak like now.Why do you lose your strength so quickly now?

The pain in his lungs was like a needle prick, and he could only stare his eyes wide open.

Through the thick water, the sun was shining brightly, and the white belly of the hovering wild bird was exposed.

The leaves of the trees are rippling with the water waves, but my father is still standing behind the window, he is reluctant to put down the book in his hand.

Dad looked at him, but he didn't seem to be looking at him.

Dad watched him go down, down, down.

It's like looking at a Taihu stone.