Become a Boss from Showdown

When my sister insisted on getting married, my father overturned the table. When my mother recalled it, she said: "Your sister is so much like your father." She has the same thin lips and narrow eyes, stubbornness, good ideas, and slow speech, but she will suddenly explode. No one knows when my sister fell in love with that boy from the west. Anyway, one day, she took him home and said, "I want to go with him." Dad refused to listen to anything. He grabbed the boy by the collar and wanted to drive him out: "You gangster, you liar." He sincerely felt that this was just a clumsy scam. A poor boy from a poor place who couldn't get a wife had to deceive and abduct the good daughter of a good family and take him to a place where birds don't lay eggs. Dad has never been to his brother-in-law's hometown in his life, and all he knows about it is "poor". My sister jumped at the crime and said, "I recognize the gangster and liar, and I am determined to get married." Of course my father did not attend the wedding: "I'm not marrying a girl, I'm a girl so shameless that I ran away with someone." My sister replied: "You don't have a girl, your girl will die today." Harsh words, poisonous words, cruel words. --No one expected that these would be the last words of my father and sister's life. At that time, the train speed was not increased. To go to my sister's house from home, I had to transfer two cars and two trains. My mother took my sister there once, and she was late all the way. When we got there, my sister had been waiting in the wind and snow for ten hours. She started by saying, "Where is my dad?" She replied, "Forget it if you don't come, who cares?" Mom stayed there for a while, and she finally felt at ease with her sister. There is everything in the city, including KFC; my brother-in-law is an honest man, he leaves early for work, and even makes breakfast in the kitchen in the dark; my sister is the darling daughter of her mother's family, and she is still the darling daughter-in-law of her husband's family. In the evening, after dinner, the whole family sat and chatted. My brother-in-law liked to ask my sister about her childhood, and my mother would tell her in short and long sentences how her sister fought with the little boy and how she rode on the back seat of dad's bicycle and even dad didn't know when she fell off. In biology class, my dad helped my sister make plant specimens. His big, clumsy hands like bear paws gently picked up a young leaf and looked at it for a long time: "This... Is a fern, right? Turn around and check it out." The brother-in-law said sincerely: "Next time our dad will come too. I bought a car. I will take my dad to the grassland to pick mushrooms." After hearing the message, my father sneered: "He is going to take me to the wild to destroy the body and eliminate traces, right? Just in time, my mother's family has been wiped out. No matter how much he bullies his wife to death, no one will care." He opened the door and walked away. My mother only scolded: "Have you watched too many martial arts movies? If this brain is passed off as a pig brain and sold in the market, no one will buy it - it will be bad without cooking." One day, my sister got up at night and saw a man standing by the wall. It turned out to be her father. There was a thin night light outside the window, and my father used that light to look at the map of China posted on the wall. With his finger between two points, he hesitantly drew a curve, then a straight line; another curve, then a straight line... Suddenly he turned around and saw his sister. His surprise, embarrassment, and embarrassment turned into a loud yell: "Sleep!" The next day, my sister groped for her father's handwriting in front of the map, and suddenly realized that the two points were her home and her sister's home. The curve was the actual road, and the straight line was the virtual shortcut between the two points. In fact, my father didn't even answer my sister's phone calls. In recent years, transportation has become more and more developed, and straight lines have become a reality. Now that the children are older, it is easier for them to travel long distances, and my sister is finally going home for the New Year. Mom was so happy that she rushed to tell her, but Dad just snorted. Mom deliberately teased him: "My son-in-law is here too." Dad rolled his eyes: "Shouldn't you be here? You haven't called me dad yet. Why did you raise such a big girl for him?" And the little granddaughter hasn't even called me grandpa yet. My brother-in-law is busy with work and will come back on the 29th of the year. On the afternoon of the twenty-eighth year of the year, my father suddenly stood up and said, "She likes to eat dried bamboo shoots. I'll buy them." My mother said that we had prepared a table of vegetables. My sister said that I would buy them. Dad didn't listen to anyone, so he put on his hat, rode his bicycle and went out. Once I went, I never came back. By about five o'clock in the afternoon, after calling all relatives and friends, my mother and sister walked dozens of times along the short 500-meter road from the door to the supermarket. Suddenly, they saw a corner of gray on the trash can. It was the woolen hat that my father had worn for decades. Hurry to the nearest hospital and ask. An old man who fell off his bicycle and fell unconscious was sent to the hospital at 110 pm. It was already too late. Later, they found Dad's bicycle. There was a bag of dried bamboo shoots in the basket and a supermarket receipt. Dad didn't buy it at the small supermarket at the door. He went to a Wal-Mart far away. When my sister came back, the house was as usual. The remote control was still on the armrest in the corner of the sofa where Dad usually sat. The evening newspaper he must read every day was delivered on time, but no one read it. The dead trees outside the window are quiet, and the winter sky is as cold as death itself. My sister didn't know what to ask over and over again: "Didn't he have a physical examination in April and found no symptoms? Doesn't he want to see me?" She gradually began to cry loudly, "Why didn't I come back earlier? Why didn't I call him..." And collapsed to the ground. The brother-in-law, the father of another daughter, hugged her gently. Her father did not wait for her, and she would never forget him. I have said so many unfeeling words and used such a fierce and severe attitude to cut off everything, precisely because I thought it would never be cut off: parents are like water from a faucet, available as soon as it is turned on. Even if you get angry or quarrel, it doesn't matter no matter how tight the confinement is. Love that is too late to express will never be expressed if it is too late; in this life, we do not spend as much time with our parents and children as we imagine. Don't leave with regrets, and don't live in this world with eternal guilt. Can't wait, can't forget, how desperate it is.

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I didn't plan to use my brain, and in fact I didn't use my brain, but I was almost poisoned to death. . . . The books I read on QQ are getting worse and worse, they are all too poisonous, and I gave up.

I originally thought it would be fun to watch without any brains, but the horse riding scene was particularly disgusting. The pig's trotters and equipment are without brains. With the system, it won't care whether the country has laws or not. Pig's feet have no brains, and the supporting characters have no brains either.

I have less than 2000 hours of reading experience. I can't stand this poison, so I say goodbye🐶

When can we get rid of this Li Jing? I have obsessive-compulsive disorder

Why do I think I'm going to be a cross-dressing boss from the showdown (am I hopeless?)

The most annoying thing is that the Shenhao series enters the film and television industry to sing and give rewards on live broadcasts. It makes me sick to watch. Hey, it can't be separated from the clichés.

Apart from pretending, I'm still pretending, it's so embarrassing