My father was an honest farmer. He worked from dawn to dusk every day and never complained. The biggest impression I had on my father when I was a child was that he loved cleanliness. The first thing he did when he got up in the morning was to clean the inside and outside of the house. No matter how tiring he was from work every day, the first thing he did when he got home at night was to take a shower. At that time, the conditions at home were not good, so I just collected a bucket of water, wore my underwear and rubbed it with a towel in the garden dam in front of my house, as long as the weather was good. Every night, our family would sit in the garden. There were no mobile phones or TVs at that time. At that time, I was just a kid who had just remembered, and I don't remember what I did or talked about while sitting there. The only thing I remember is that every time I looked at my father taking a bath, I would inadvertently see several obvious scars on his dark skin, which looked very scary. Because I was afraid, I didn't dare to ask, and my father didn't tell me. Until one day…
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
