盘腿端坐在病床上的花白头发的干瘦老头,正在接受众人的劝说,好像是在劝他不要再骂人了,这样的场景在我的记忆中已经有许多次了。他,确实是我父亲。他虽然在病床上,但我真的一点也不可怜他,更没有心疼他,真的。我不怕别人板砖拍我,戳我脊梁骨,说我忤逆不孝顺的话。如果换一下,他是他的父亲,他的表现并不会比我强多少,真的,这是实在话。昨天我指着回他了,我说:“你要脸不了?在家里嚷,还来医院里嚷? Slender white-haired old man sitting cross-legged on the bed is being persuaded by everyone as if to persuade him not to scold anymore. Such scenes have been recorded many times in my memory. He is indeed my father. Although he was in bed, but I really can not pity him, but did not feel bad about him, really. I am not afraid of others slap shot me, poke my backbone, that I am not anti-filial piety. If you change, he is his father, his performance will not be much stronger than me, really, this is the truth. Yesterday I pointed back to him, I said: ”You can not face? Rage at home, but also to the hospital?