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Dad is going to work again

Time: 2015-05-09 Source: Reprint Editor: North of Mobei Reading: Times

Dad was waiting to die when he was 59 years old. Nothing to do, smoking and drinking, finished watching TV and playing cards. The family jumped at him, and he still did what he wanted. There is nothing to do without pursuit without goals. My mother is different. She also retires and works two jobs at the same time. She is so busy. I'm sad this time. The clothing factory that was originally cleaned moved to the suburbs. The road was too far away, so my mother couldn't follow, and only had a job in the vegetable field. But it was broken. For several hours of cleaning tasks, my mother's activities were not enough. Around the event, I found the old organization. My grandmother set up a group of old sisters to plant flowers and plants in the city. My mother was so happy that she immediately joined. This time the vegetable market was cleaned and it was stuffed into my dad.

Uncle Wu invited me to dinner. We went to pick up my dad. After a few laps, he finally caught his old man, a woolen sweater, white shirt, and a little cowboy. Where is this sick dad? Anxious to find, I can't help complaining: "Where are you going, kill us!" My dad was happy: "When you are old, you will get rich and run off!"

Got. Do you think you are a disciple of President Ma, the age of Hua Jia is like young entrepreneurs.

Along the way, Dad was in a bad mood. My sister and I turned to my dad: "Huh? Talk? Why go?"

"Sweep the ground. Haha, the first day today."

what. For this matter, the two sisters did not talk less. Lying down every day, my mother was so busy that letting him play around behind him was as good as exercise. Dad is stubborn, playing all his life, sweeping the floor, it is impossible. Ok. Sweeping the ground is not our purpose, he is willing to go around, have something to do, have a dash, is our desire. My mother was too busy at last. Planting flowers and grass is all weather in spring. I begged my dad to help sweep the floor for a few days. My dad was very happy and promised to come down.

"First upstairs." There is no charge for the upstairs vegetable market. It is all nearby farmers, vegetables from their parents. Dad swept away and picked up five yuan. Dad held the money in his hands and said to the old lady who was dim in eyes: "Grandma, you five dollars, can you spend it?" :"thanks, thanks!"

Go downstairs. The downstairs is much more complicated. Dirty mess. A black fish seller, Dad bought him 62 yuan black fish. When I collected the money, I didn't even wipe out a fraction. Dad was upset. Did not speak. When sweeping the floor, the man jumped into the ditch with a small black fish. Dad looked at it for a while, and still swept. At noon, the stalls were being collected everywhere. Dad picked up the little black fish and called for a sale: "Little black fish! I sold it at a reduced price!" My sister and I laughed. Dad has found pleasure in sweeping the floor, this is what we want to see most.

Dad swept the floor for a long time, as if he was a star in the market. Everyone knows that there is a grandfather who can sweep the floor and can tell jokes. In the afternoon, there was little work, and the stall owners on the vegetable market gathered together to play cards. Dad crooked aside to watch the fun. To be convenient for one person, Dad Yang brought a card. The dad said, "The cards will be caught, and they will come out. That is, you didn't play well."

Dad sat down, one card came down, and the other three were shocked to heaven. Hula got up and said, "Isn't the old man playing?"

This time, even my brother-in-law couldn't hold the car, he turned around and said, "My dad is a Tibetan dragon and a tiger!"

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