What it's like to have a selfish, hypocritical, mean and cold-blooded father.

I still remember that when I first studied Zhu Ziqing's prose "The Back", my father's concern and silent dedication touched my heart, but at the same time I didn't understand how his father existed.

Father? What a tall existence! As long as I can remember, the people who took care of me and accompanied me were my mother and grandfather. I never expected my father, and I don't care much. I don't think I need him. I am happier without him. This is what I thought when I was young. Why do you say that? As long as I can remember, he often quarreled with his mother, fought and broke things, and never treated me well.

When I was a child, my family was poor, and my grandfather and mother got up early every day to get busy in the fields. I still remember that one day my mother and I went to the village to be guests. I accidentally broke my hand playing with children. I went to the hospital for examination. The doctor told my mother that my hand was broken and I had to have an operation. My mother has no money to farm at home all the year round, and she can't do surgery without paying. My mother was so scared that she hurried home to borrow money. There are three pigs at home, and my mother bought a catty for 5 yuan. Then, the money for buying pigs is not enough for me to operate. My mother had no choice but to call my father. At that time, my father and another woman settled outside. He gave my mother 1000 yuan to see me once, stayed for a day and left in a hurry. I looked at the back of his departure and the sadness and helplessness in his mother's eyes. This painting still remains in my mind.

Since then, our family has been short of a lot of money, so my mother has to go to work in other places, and we live with our elderly grandfather. He came back when I was in primary school. He can't live outside. He came back to find his mother and went out to work with her.

When I was in junior high school, my grandfather was ill and my brother and I were studying. My father takes care of us at home and my mother is working. On weekends, my brother and I are most afraid. When I got home, he scolded me for everything I did. This is his first time in charge of us, and I have never communicated with him. It is no exaggeration to say that I have no feelings. My mother often takes money home. He gambled away all the money his mother took us to study, and got it back after gambling.

He is looking for a woman outside again, leaving me, my brother and my sick grandfather in the hands of others. It was also a dark time in my life, and it was tears to talk too much.

Grandpa died, I went to high school, and he began to take care of me. My junior high school study is very poor. Everyone in the village said that I got married before I was in the third grade. He thought I was worthless and wouldn't give me money. After a few words, he began to scold me. All kinds of ugly words came at me.

My mother and he managed me for a semester. When he is in charge of me, he often doesn't give me enough money, but it's nothing. To outsiders, he is not like this. He gave someone else's children 1 100 during the Spring Festival, and my brother and I didn't give him a penny. He doesn't care about anything at home, and he won't buy anything without food. If the cooking is not good, he will scold us and go out to speak ill of us.

I went to college, and he began to be nice to me, and I gradually chatted with him.

But some of his behaviors make me sick. He is so cruel to his family that he doesn't want to pay a penny. He is generous to outsiders. I remember one time, he borrowed money from his brother. My brother went out to work before he went to high school. I don't know how to describe my feelings. He won't buy anything without food at home, but he will buy some for dinner. Everyone in the village said he was generous and spoke well of him, but only his family knew what kind of life we lived and how miserable he was.

This year, he promised to borrow 200,000 yuan from my household registration. He will never earn so much money in his life. Besides, I'm still in college and I need to spend money everywhere. He never thinks about his family. To save face, he made fun of the whole family. Sometimes I really hate him to die. Why did you hurt us, father? What a ridiculous word this is to me. I'd rather not have it.