I quietly walked into my room from the porch, changed my clothes in a hurry and pulled open the partition of my father's bedroom. The dim light shone on his pillow, where his father gasped. This kind of breathing is his chronic disease, and on a day like today, he is bound to get sick. It is clearly autumn, and there is no sunny day this year. I always feel that his illness is getting worse and worse, and it is very cold every day. "I didn't come back. Come back late. Hello ... "My father stared at my face silently. Although my father looked at it like that many times before, I was used to it, but that time, I was very scared and bowed my head carefully. Then, awkwardly exit the room. I put a little cold rice on one side of the rice cooker. Add radish and cook together. When it turns red, put it in the bowl Put some cold Sichuan willow tea in the teapot. I quickly ate a bowl of tea and soaked rice to satisfy my hunger. My stomach feels a chill of sadness all over my body. At that time, my mother seemed to enter my father's room, and I heard the conversation between them. It's about me.