"Father, father, can Zhen'er endorse it to you?" I was very young at that time, and I couldn't help but admire and respect my father. "Reading?" My father's voice suddenly turned cold. "Why are you reading something that is harmful? Why are you reading something that is harmful?" Along with my father's angry voice came an inkstone. His eyes were blurred with blood. My father, who had always been elegant, looked as ferocious as if he wanted to eat people. I vaguely heard my father shouting "Brother Fu, kill me." From then on, I came to know that my father did not like my reading.
(This article is unfolded carefully. If you take it seriously, you will lose)