"Hurry up and write it, or when Mom comes home tonight, you'll be in for a double whammy from Mom and Dad!"
"Alright." The second son sighed deeply.
Then, resigned, he picked up the composition book.
Perhaps inspired by something, the second child wrote quite quickly this time.
After Xiao Zhengjun finished feeding his daughter and washing her diapers, he returned to the room and found that only the eldest child was left.
"Where's your brother?"
The eldest brother told the truth: "He said his stomach hurt and he went to the outhouse."
These words made Xiao Zhengjun laugh in anger. Every time he did his homework, he would either poop or fart.
The eldest son wanted to say something to defend his younger brother, "Dad, my brother has finished his essay."
"Finished writing?" Xiao Zhengjun was taken aback.
Realizing what had happened, she happily took the composition book and started flipping through it.
The essay topic is "My Father".
His handwriting is so poor that you can't even read what he wrote unless you look closely.
Just as I was about to continue reading, the second child skipped in.
Xiao Zhengjun waved and said, "You've come at the right time. Read your essay aloud."
Although he didn't see the specific content, based on his understanding, the essay must have been full of incomplete words and pinyin.
Only the youngest son could understand it.
The second child scratched his head, "This...this isn't a good idea, is it?"
"Just read it, why all the nonsense?"
"oh."
The second child thought for a moment and then took several steps back to ensure a safe distance before starting to read.
"My dad's name is Xiao Zhengjun. It's a very nice name; it sounds like a great hero!"
"Not bad, your brother's essay has improved quite a bit this time."
Before Xiao Zhengjun could finish praising him, the second son continued, "Although his name sounds nice, in Mom's eyes, he's not even a person."
What does that mean? What does it mean to be not human?
Before Xiao Zhengjun could figure it out, the second son's voice rang out again.
“If my dad smokes, my mom calls him a ‘smoker’!”
“If Dad drinks, Mom calls him a ‘drunkard’!”
“If he doesn’t give my mom money, she’ll call him a ‘stingy guy’!”
“Sometimes at night, my mom would call him ‘you rascal’!”
"Luckily, Dad doesn't play cards, otherwise my mom would definitely call him a 'gambler'!"
Xiao Zhengjun bit his cheek, his hands almost shaking like he had Parkinson's.
"This...this is the essay you wrote?"
"Um."
The second son nodded; he had sensed it while writing it.
The beginning wasn't very well written, but that's okay, the later parts are alright.
It uses so many idioms!
Before his own father could react, the second child started reading again.
"Although my dad is 'broad-shouldered and burly' and sometimes 'furious,' I know he loves my brother and me 'to death'!"
"Because he would 'sneak' to buy us popsicles and 'hide' to take us to eat delicious food."
“Dad is almost forty years old this year, and there are a lot of wrinkles on his testicles…”
Xiao Zhengjun's blood pressure nearly spiked to 180 after hearing this. "What the hell... what kind of nonsense did you write?"
"Oh, one word is missing."
The second child added, "It's on the face."
Xiao Zhengjun chuckled, "You come here right now!"
The next second, the little guy started running around the room, clutching his butt, crying, "Brother, save me...please save me!"
The eldest brother said that there was really no way to save this.
More than ten minutes later, the younger brother sat down at the desk, sobbing miserably.
"Erase it! Erase it all and rewrite it!"
Xiao Zhengjun was so angry that he didn't want to say anything at this point.
I glanced at the living room.
At this moment, he finally understood the phrase that Lao Hu often said.
What does it feel like to wish you had three heads and six arms?
Overall, however, their family's situation is relatively good.
After all, the two children are a bit older.
The situation at the other companies can only be described as chaotic and disorganized.
Because everyone not only has to take care of the children, but also clean up the house that their wives had made spotless in the morning, but now it's a complete mess.
Laundry, cooking, childcare, housework.
Those seemingly easy little things turned out to be incredibly difficult when I actually did them.
To be honest, this day's experience was even more tiring than a high-intensity field training exercise in the military.
They only experienced it for one day, and they felt like the sky was falling.
But this is the kind of life his wife experiences every day.
They used to say to each other often, "Honey, you've worked so hard."
But they didn't know exactly how hard it was.
It was precisely because of this day of chaos and turmoil that they gained a profound understanding of the hardships they had endured.
It turns out that a home doesn't become clean on its own, and children don't grow up just by facing the wind.
Every delicious meal, every clean piece of clothing, and the peaceful moment of returning home each day!
Behind these seemingly happy moments, there are actually people making silent sacrifices.
In an instant, guilt, self-blame, and heartache filled everyone's hearts.
Just then, someone shouted, "Isn't the movie about to end? It's getting dark outside, you should hurry up and go greet your wife."
Everyone seemed to awaken from a dream.
They all grabbed flashlights and left their homes.
The military spouses were unaware of what was happening in the family compound.
Today, everyone enjoyed a lively long table feast at the farm.
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