My Story Meeting

I live in a remote mountain village in Sichuan, where there are many legendary folklore stories. My childhood was spent accompanied by the folklore stories of my parents. These stories add to the fun of childhood and bring many more beautiful memories to the monotonous rural life! Now, it has been five years since my father passed away. I once thought that my father hated me. He was seriously ill and bedridden, and I also had unpleasant encounters with him because of some trivial matters. As for saying he hates me, there is evidence. In the past few years since he left me, he rarely entered my dreams, and even started to seize the memories in my mind. This has always been a knot in my heart. Later, with the guidance of my family, I realized that maybe this was not hate, but another kind of love. He didn't want me to be too sad. Slowly, I remembered the stories that had accompanied me and the father who had always been stubborn and proud. I want to write down these stories, not only to miss him, but also to prevent these stories from being lost! Some of these stories originate from the narrations of our fathers, and some are passed down from us. Whether it is true or false, let's hear it!