与我生活了十二年的父亲居然不是我的父亲,这是多么无法想象、尴尬、而又耻辱的事。村里许多人经常说我是个傻子,不知道自己真正的父亲是谁。靠,我才不是傻子!我知道五十加五十等于一百,能背九九乘法口诀,能背许多唐诗,而且还知道我的父亲叫赵有财,我与他生活快十二年了,不是他,还能是谁?我懒得与那些人去辩驳,他们才是乱嚼舌头的傻子。那个空气像着了火的暑假里的一天上午, It was unimaginable, awkward, and shameful that my father, who had lived with me for twelve years, was actually not my father. Many in the village often say that I am a fool and do not know who my real father is. I know that fifty and fifty are equal to one hundred, can back ninety-nine multiplication formula, can back many Tang poetry, but also know my father named Cho Choi Choi, I lived with him almost twelve years, not He, but also who? I am too lazy to argue with those people, they are chaotic tongue fool. That air is like a fire one summer morning in the morning,