As early as I can remember, my father smoked and drank a lot. There is a reason why my father likes to smoke and drink. Smoking is a sequela of missing home when he went to the mountains and countryside when he was young. The reason for drinking is because his work has not been going well in recent years. The company was in a recession, and in order to maintain a stable income, my father turned his white-collar work to blue-collar work and worked on the front line.

One time I went to look for him at work, and it happened that new goods had arrived. My father was carrying a big box. I quickly went over to pick it up, helped him move it to a warehouse twenty meters away, and pulled it up. I noticed on my clothes that there was a deep red mark on my shoulder at such a close distance. I quickly pulled down my clothes to block it so that my father wouldn’t see it. My father followed behind, wearing thick work clothes. I don’t know how many red marks there are under there. My marks may be better tomorrow, but my father may have new ones tomorrow.

I suddenly understood my father’s dependence on alcohol - for a man in his fifties, it is not easy to be under pressure from work, family, age, and finance...

In the past few years, , my father’s height seems to have shrunk a lot compared to before, and his original clothes have also become fatter. My father often takes out old photo albums and looks through them. The photos are very old and yellowed, but the people in the photos are very young. I couldn’t imagine that the handsome man with a silly smile would be the wrinkled man sitting next to me now. Father. I said, Dad, you were so handsome back then. My father became happy: "Why else would your mother like me?"

In order to work, my father took the self-study exam at such an old age and spent all day reading economics that even I couldn't understand. The principle of chewing is to get a diploma and receive more pension after retirement. When I come home from get off work, I often see my father lying on the sofa and falling asleep. The snowflakes on the TV make a rustling sound, and the light blue light shines on my father's old face. I always don't know whether I should wake him up. . I walked over and saw the book dropped to the ground, with its corners rolled up, and next to it was a pile of cigarette butts.

On the day of the self-study exam, I accompanied my father. I believe that anyone who saw our father and son would think that it was the father sending his son into the exam room. But no. Before entering the venue, my father said to me sincerely: "Son, learning cultural knowledge is glorious at any time, but if you learn it late... glory will be meaningless." I nodded deeply, I want to learn this Write this sentence down and tell it to my son in the future. Tell him that grandpa is a good man. Although he sometimes drinks a little wine and smokes a little cigarette, he doesn't have much "progress"...