Only-Bests
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25.10.2019 11:02
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y found that it was easy. The father who lifted me over his head and sat on his spacious shoulders was getting old. The capable father who I used to worship is not impossible. The most he said, rest assured, Dad would think of a way. There is no such painful scolding as the mother, no comfort as a friend. Father, he gave me a heavy sense of security, let me think that there is him, I am not afraid of a phone call to break the silence and monotony in the morning, my father took the call, even the cigarette butt did not have time to extinguish, just hold The glaring black bag went out Online Cigarettes, I know, he went to a school to run for me. Near noon, there has been no news of my father, fear, worry, nervousness... complex moods are surging in my heart, one after another. I carefully unplugged my father's phone Newport 100S. On the other end of the phone, my father said calmly: "Don't worry, Dad will try his best to let you read a good high school. It will be." I answered the phone and my heart was sour. The disappointing tears finally stopped, and I slammed down, and I ran my tears to the high school where my father is now. I saw my father standing at the end of the corridor, holding the black bag in his right hand, and holding the left hand. With the fireworks, I took a deep breath from time to time, and the white smoke poured out from my father's nose Marlboro Cigarettes. My father saw me coming and said, "I didn't see the headmaster in the morning, I will continue to wait at noon. He will come in the afternoon, I will definitely." The father's words are very calm, but in his eyes, I vaguely saw a trace of anxiety. . After a long time, Dad said to me excitedly with an invoice: "Go in, go in, let's pay the money." The grace that had been stopped on the father's face for a long time was finally spread, so long. The smile also reflected on his face. It didn't scatter for a long time. When my father and I walked out of the school, I looked back at the campus and thought, "This is my high school. I exchanged my father's inexhaustible efforts." Now, when I go home on the weekend, I still see my father holding a cigarette in his hand, standing in front of the window, taking a deep breath of smoke, and then calling out, his eyes still looking at the distant things, silently, sinking Countless strong and calm. The short, fat, back is still so vicissitudes. |
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