I like painting, but my father said, "There is no future in painting." For this reason, I quarreled with my father many times. "This is my dream, how can you say that?!" I asked. The father paused and said, "I... Just want you to live a better life. The road of painting is too hard. Who wants their children to suffer?"
At that moment, no matter how much confusion there was, it collapsed in an instant. What's wrong with my father? He just loves me too much.