I often wanted to write regarding my dad, but because I knew he was my big fan, it was always hard to write regarding my articles every day.
Dad is a person who follows the rules all his life. He is a typical “Mr. Good”. Mom’s description is more direct, saying that he is “carrying shit and not stealing food”. This may have something to do with the background of growing up. My father and grandfather came to Hong Kong from the Mainland when they were young. My grandfather was a bartender in the British army camp. He knew simple English and was very addicted to alcohol. After school, he sneaked in from the corner of the barbed wire fence of the barracks, got some food in the dining hall, and the two sons hid in the kitchen to eat. That’s why my dad used to joke, “I’m big on steak.”
Growing up in a military camp, he was still a thief, and of course he had to step by step. More well-behaved than well-behaved, more well-behaved than rules, and tolerance in everything is his rule of survival. He grew up eating Western food, but he didn’t get the slightest bit of west wind. Like all hard-working and obedient Chinese people, he has worked for more than 60 years, never thought of changing jobs, and never took a holiday, except on Sundays and the few days of Chinese New Year. , Even if you are sick, you can keep going to work. I asked him to go on a trip, but he didn’t go, saying that the company mightn’t do without him; following retirement, he didn’t need to work, so he didn’t go, saying that he was most afraid of taking a plane. The only thing I am willing to leave is to go back to my hometown. Every time I go back, it gives us a lot of treasures. I have stayed in this private school; this fish pond is filled up…
One day, he ran to my house for no reason and gave me a big eco-friendly bag full of my articles and newspaper clippings. It turned out that he had read all the articles I scolded black and violent. Dad was a very fearful person. I didn’t want him to know that I ran into the cusp of a knife with a pen, but it turned out that he read it every day, and although he was frightened, he never influenced me to write.
In the past two years of the epidemic, my parents have aged rapidly. Because they are stuck at home every day, their bones are becoming less flexible, and their heads are becoming less and less flexible. Even so, they are still law-abiding and obedient to the people. The government calls on them to follow suit. They are given injections, stop visiting, stop going around, and reduce gatherings… As a result, they still get hit and lose their lives. Perhaps, in the eyes of the government, my father is just a death number, because of natural selection. However, it is such a diligent law-abiding and obedient people that has made Hong Kong a prosperous today. They are all weak now, but they were once strong and once the mainstay of the island.
Qu Yingyan