When I saw my father snapping at the crime, I felt bad. My father was about to lose his temper again. I quickly stood up and said, "Dad, I haven't had time to introduce you yet! This is Mr. Wood. Nemo and I met when we were hunting in the wilderness. of."

"I met Mr. Wood again yesterday, and he invited me to his home."

Then he turned to Wood and said, "Mr. Wood, this is my father Shen Shi."

Mr. Wood first said hello to his father, "Hello, Mr. Shen. I used to think that your young master is extremely talented in shooting. It was only yesterday that I discovered that his martial arts skills are amazing. When I saw you today, I realized that Billy's kung fu skills are amazing." It’s a family tradition.”

I introduced Anne to Wood again, and Anne smiled and said hello: "Hello, Mr. Wood!"

When Wood saw Anne, he looked at her blankly and didn't react for a moment. Anne said hello again, and Wood woke up and nodded hurriedly. The corners of his mouth moved as if he wanted to say something.

The father asked in a deep voice: "Mr. Wood, do you mean to let the insect become a soldier and become an Australian soldier?"

Wood hurriedly replied: "Yes, Billy is very talented in shooting. In my eyes, he can be a ghost shooter. In Chinese, it means that the dragon has seen its beginning but not its end. I once talked to Billy, but unfortunately he refused. My reason is really puzzling. Billy himself can only fight for China. Mr. Shen, since you have come to Australia and your family has become Australian citizens, in fact, you should be more loyal to Australia than to China. Today, I I hope Mr. Shen can persuade Billy. What I was ordered to form is a mysterious force mainly composed of ghost shooters. This force is different from the conventional force. I have 120% confidence that after this force is completed, it will not be used for hunting. For missions like stowaway, it is more like a sharp arrow. It only takes out the enemy's leader at the critical moment, kills it with one blow, and reverses the situation of the war at the minimum cost. Please help me persuade Billy." Wood gushed. After saying that, he looked at his father expectantly.

My father looked at me and said, "Chongzhi, what did you say?"

I shook my head: "Father, I don't want to join the army. Even if I join the army, I can only protect my family and country. What I protect is our homeland and our China."

This is what I am saying, and I think it is also what my father wants to hear. He has said more than once that he will take Annie and me back to our hometown in the future.

My father slammed the table, stood up, pointed at me and cursed: "Confused. Who are you? You are an Australian citizen. Australia is your home and your country. How do I usually teach you, those small words and righteous words?" Have all the books of sages been read into the belly of dogs? What you have to do now is to pick up a gun and defend Australia."

I was confused when I heard that, my father's reversal must have been too quick. Just now he was still calm and ashamed, but now he has changed to defending Australia.

My father patted my shoulder and said, "Son, you are different from dad. Dad grew up in China, so naturally he thinks more about China. But you are different. You grew up in Australia and you are an Australian citizen. , why don’t you have any feelings for Australia in your heart?”

He turned around and said to Wood: "Mr. Wood, you are right, my son is a bit stubborn. Don't worry, I will persuade him to join the army. Didn't you just say that you would encircle and suppress stowaways? This happens to be a dignified Australian man." It's a good opportunity to defend our country. He must join the army and follow you to suppress the bandits immediately. If he doesn't go, I will break his legs. Mr. Wood, when will you set off?"

"Tomorrow, we will set off early tomorrow morning."

"Well, I declare that Chen Chong will officially become a soldier under you starting today. You just said that the soldiers are not very familiar with the wasteland. It doesn't matter. In my eyes, in terms of familiarity with the wasteland, it is more He ranks second, but he doesn't dare to rank first. He has loved hunting since he was a child and has stayed in the wilderness every day. You have found the right guide. I will send him to the military camp early tomorrow morning, okay?" Father looked at him. Wood asked.

"Okay, no problem." Wood nodded in agreement.

"Well, today Annie and I have to explain to our son that he will be in the army, obey the command, and observe discipline. In addition, we need to buy some daily necessities for our son, right?" This last sentence was said to Annie.

Anne looked sad, obviously reluctant to let me join the army. She stood up and said to Mr. Wood: "Mr. Wood, Billy has never left me. Please take good care of him."

Wood nodded, "I regard Billy as my own child, please don't worry."

"Thank you then." Anne said lightly.

Wood looked at Anne, hesitated, and finally opened his mouth, "Annie, you are very similar to a friend of mine. I would like to ask if you are from England?"

Annie smiled bitterly, "Yes, I saw you coming at the first sight. I also know who you are looking for?" As she spoke, Annie's tears fell, "But, I don't know about her either. "

Wood's face was covered with a layer of gray, obviously extremely disappointed. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he finally put down his strong disguise, "If you know any news about her, please tell me. I have been looking for her for twenty-five years. Year."

Anne nodded silently. Wood glanced at Anne again, turned and left.

After sending Wood off, I grabbed my father and said, "Dad, what kind of song are you singing? The reversal is too fast."

Father only said: "I'll talk to you later." Then he invited us to eat.

After finishing the meal, his father stood up to pay the bill. Piyou said: "Uncle, Annie, I have already paid for the meal."

With a smile on her face, Annie scolded: "You kid, you shouldn't be the one to pay the bill at any time."

Piyou smiled and said, "It's okay."

Tomoko curled her lips: "Chongzi, it seems that he is going to become my brother-in-law."

Piyou was so embarrassed that he glared at Tomoko and said, "Shut up." Then he said to Annie: "Tomorrow, Chongzi will be a soldier. Annie, let's go buy him some daily necessities together."

The father said: "Okay, Annie, you and the two girl dolls can go shopping, and remember not to ask the children to pay anymore. Son, you and I will deliver the food, and I have to explain it to you, so that you don't have to worry about it." Causing trouble everywhere."

I looked at the vegetables on the car. Because Saito kicked the car over, it rolled all over the floor. Many of the fresh vegetables were covered with dust, and the potatoes were badly bruised.

He suddenly became angry and said, "Dad, I'm going to find that bastard Saito. How can he sell the vegetables after he has made them look like this?"

The father smiled and said, "Forget it, Saito is very sensible. If he couldn't beat him, he bowed his head and apologized and compensated for the loss. But as soon as this kid ran away, I knew that he had gone to bring in reinforcements. Hmm, I would like to see it. Let’s see if there are any Japanese masters behind him.” His father’s words were not loud, but he was generous and powerful.

"Dad, you are still awesome. By the way, that bucket hat is also very powerful. What method did he use to deal with Saito?"

The father said: "What do you think it is?"

"I only know that it is very similar to the Baguazhang method."

"Well, that's a very clever technique. I'll teach you when I have time."

"Great! I will use this method to deal with Saito in the future."

Looking at the cart of rotten vegetables, my father still felt a little regretful, but finally gritted his teeth and said, "It's better to send it over. It would be a pity to throw it away. The worst is to sell it for less money."

My father was riding a tricycle and I was pushing it from behind. The father and son were pulling a heavy cart of vegetables along the way.

I was behind the car and saw my father hunched over and pedaling hard.

The day before yesterday, I accompanied my father to the city for the first time to deliver groceries, but I was thinking about bullets and ran away as soon as I entered the city.

Usually, my father is too strict. Although he has never beaten me, I am still afraid of him.

The strange thing is that I stopped helping in the vegetable fields and was obsessed with hunting in the wilderness, but I got my father's acquiescence. Many neighbors said that I was not doing my job properly, but my father taught me everything he learned.

Once upon a time, the father in my heart was a heroic man. He was a successful young man and a promising young man. He entered the temple before the age of thirty and guarded the sea frontier with Governor Ding.

I have seen old photos of my father, and I have also imagined my father walking on the streets of Europe, and standing on a warship in a majestic manner. I naturally thought that my father was an upright hero, and heroes never grow old.

At this time, I was pushing the car behind the car and saw that he was wearing a gray black top hat and a large black cloth mandarin. His back was already carrying a lot of weight. Whenever he went uphill, he had to straighten up and kick his feet left and right.

The pedal is extremely difficult.

Looking at my father's back, I felt a pain in my heart. Heroes will grow old, and my father will grow old.

What makes my father grow old is not only time, but also pain.

Who would have thought of the pain of unrealized ambitions? The talented Northern man who was full of passion at that time has now fled to Australia and has become a vegetable farmer who has been working all day long.

What makes my father grow old is not only pain, but also despair.

He always thought about returning to the Middle-earth, fighting again, and going into battle to kill the enemy, but waiting day after day, year after year, made him almost despair. Having no hope is the greatest pain in life.

Unfortunately, I am not a painter, so I cannot draw my father's background, and I am not a writer, so I cannot record my momentary emotions in words.

But my father’s back was inadvertently engraved in my mind and will be unforgettable for the rest of my life.

I found my father pedaling towards the Crowne Plaza Hotel.

Unexpectedly, is it my father who supplies the vegetables in this hotel? Probably yes.

Sure enough, my father parked the car at the back door of the hotel, asked me to wait here, and walked into the hotel.

Not long after, my father came out accompanied by a thin, dry guy wearing a chef's uniform.

He staggered over and glanced sideways at the food on the cart.

"Haha, Shen, the food you serve is getting worse and worse."

"Yes, there was indeed something wrong today. The car was knocked over by someone on the way here."

The man screamed, "What, you didn't throw away the vegetables that fell on the floor, but you dared to bring them to the Crown Hotel. Do you think the Crown Hotel is a slum?"

My father said: "Mark, let's do this. Next time it will be the freshest. I've come all the way to deliver it, so you can take care of it. Just give me as much food as you need for this cart."

Mark chuckled and said, "Shen, I have always taken good care of you. Logically speaking, your food will never be on the countertop of the Crown Hotel. Don't you know it yourself?"

"Of course I have it. Let's do this. This cart of food is free. If it's edible, you can take it and give it to the people down below."

My heart bleeds. This cart of vegetables weighs more than a thousand pounds, but costs about ten pounds.

Mark patted his father on the shoulder, "Shen, that's what I like about you, your sense of humor. Then you can move these dishes to the kitchen."

The father responded, put the vegetables on his shoulders, and walked towards the kitchen.

I suddenly felt sad. It turned out that this was what my father did every day.

He was born to be strong, but when he came to Australia, he had to live a humble life just to make ends meet.

Force cannot defeat him, power cannot defeat him, but life defeats him easily.

Seeing my father like this, I naturally couldn't be idle. I also carried a bag of vegetables and followed my father.

We entered the kitchen one after another. I looked around and saw the fat chef sitting on his back and dozing off on a chair. When I passed by him, I kicked him and the fat chef grimaced in pain. , he opened his eyes and was about to curse, but found me smiling slightly and putting my index finger to my lips, signaling him not to speak.

When my father came downstairs, the fat chef came over and said, "Brother, why are you working as a porter?"

I told him: "It was my father who went down just now. I didn't expect that he would supply the vegetables here."

The fat chef suddenly understood and raised his thumb, "The quality of Mr. Shen's food cannot be overemphasized."

I glanced at him and said, "Then why do you have to give this car to me for free? Fatty, do you want the card for food?" The fat chef smiled sheepishly, "Which restaurant chef wouldn't be jealous, otherwise, Your brother and I can't eat so fat, right? But don't worry, Mr. Shen's food will not be missing a penny from now on."

Perhaps this is where the cuteness of the fat chef lies. He talks about dirty things confidently without any trace of guilt on his face.

The fat chef followed me downstairs. Mark was sitting lazily on the seat of a tricycle. When he saw the fat chef coming down, he hurriedly jumped out of the car with a smile on his face, "Master, why didn't you stop? .”

The fat chef snorted coldly, "I'll come down and take a look. Hey, there's something wrong with this cart of vegetables."

Mark kept his smile and said, "There is something wrong. No, the vegetable garden owner said that this cart of vegetables is free."

The fat chef pointed at Mark's nose and cursed: "Do you have any fucking humanity at all? You have the nerve to let people give it to your grandma for the vegetables that farmers have worked so hard to grow." As he said that, he picked up a rotten one. Potatoes, "Look, there are so many fresh potatoes, are you so embarrassed to ask for them for free?" After saying that, he threw them towards Mark, who was so frightened that he jumped up and ran away.

The fat chef seemed to be still upset, and picked up another shriveled carrot, "Look, what a plump carrot, are you so embarrassed to ask for it for free?" Then he threw it towards Mark again.

Mark was confused by the fat chef’s magical operation, “Master, what’s going on?”

The fat chef grabbed Mark's wrist and said, "Boy, there is an ancient poem that goes like this: It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work. These dishes are made by farmers. Without farmers, what do you eat? Without farmers, what do you drink? Without farmers, how can you live? So, thinking about what farmers think and worrying about what farmers are worried about, people have come all the way to deliver it. , why are you stuck, just relying on the power you have as big as a sesame seed in your hand?"
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