When I was very young, I knew that I would definitely inherit my father's position and become the boss of Clear Wind Camp in the future. I myself was extremely happy. After all, to be a domineering bandit like my father, just thinking about it made me feel cool.
Not only could he call on his brothers to rob houses, but he could also beat up people he didn't like when he was in a bad mood. At the end, he could even say," I'm a hooligan, who am I afraid of?" If he couldn't beat that person to death, he could probably anger that person to death. Where else in the world could there be a profession that could make one feel more carefree than this?
Therefore, I had always set myself standards as a bandit. I drank a lot of wine, ate a lot of meat, practiced martial arts diligently, and learned to swear…I believed that other than being a female, which was a hindrance to becoming a good bandit, my talent in other aspects was unquestionable. In short, I had a 100% bandit heart.
However, my father was not happy that I was becoming more and more of a bandit. Instead, he sighed all day long. When I was young, I didn't know what my father was worrying about. When I grew up, I realized that my father was worried when he looked at me, who no longer looked like a girl.
For example, when I beat a burly man to the ground and was feeling proud, or when I held a dozen pounds of broadsword and danced like a tiger, or when I poured two jars of wine into my stomach but was only slightly tipsy, my father would always fly into a rage.
Her face turned purple and green. She pointed at me with a trembling finger and muttered,"Why can't you be like your mother? Your mother was such a gentle and virtuous woman. How could she have such an unruly daughter like you?”
In the past, she was young and insensible. She always held her breath and contradicted her father,"I've never seen my mother before. How would I know what she looks like? Maybe Mother is even more of a bandit than me?”Every time this happened, Father would always beat me up. After that, he would hug me and comfort me for a while. Then, he would start to recall his romantic history with Mother.
Later on, when I grew up, as long as my father was angry, I would make a painful change. My face would show the coquettishness of a girl, and I would squeeze out two drops of tears while calling out softly,"Father, I miss Mother."”Every time this happened, Father would not be able to do it anymore. He could only sigh and wipe his tears while telling me about his relationship with Mother.
Although it was the same goal, he was at least less beaten up. Thus, this move was tried and tested.
Later on, after a few more times, I was able to recite the story of father and mother according to father's words.
In fact, I have never seen my poor mother. After giving birth to me, she passed away. All the memories of her mother were only in her father's narration. Even my mother's appearance was imagined by me in the mirror because my father would sometimes look at me in a daze. Usually, he would look at me with tears in his eyes and say,"You look like your mother."
Father said that Mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. I didn't completely agree with this point. After all, when I first learned how to read, there was a period of time when I was quite a girl and was infatuated with those sour novels.
And all of the stories proved a truth without exception. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. As long as you're not a disfigured pig, I think you're a fairy-like person in the other party's eyes. However, this point of view was upgraded later. After I saw a sow with no ears, no arms, and no legs, and her husband, who was considered handsome and fat in the pig world, loving each other, I was shocked to realize that I should never underestimate the blindness that love brings to people.
Actually, the story of Father and Mother is quite dramatic. I think if there is someone who is passionate about recording the love story of men and women, it will be a good story.
After all, a rich lady and a horse boy falling in love, this kind of obstacle brought by the difference in status was quite exciting.# Daguan Review Passed: Daguan Time:111420183: 26PM #Cancel Review All: wdd201302 Time:111420185: 54PM #
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