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Chapter 95 The Regrets of Father and Daughter

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    Chapter 95 "The Regrets of Father and Daughter"

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    Since I grew up, there are two things that I have completely failed my father's initial expectations.  The first thing is to become a doctor when I grow up; the second thing is to learn the electronic organ.

    Similarly, there are two things my parents really let me down!  The first thing, English major; the second thing: art creation.  Especially art!  When I was a child, I liked painting very much, and the paintings were also full of creativity. They were also pasted on the door of the house by my father for decoration, and they were praised by many elders.  But not long after, my parents thought that the painter had no future and was ignorant, so they opposed me and did not vigorously cultivate me.  As time goes by, my painting level will stop with simple sketches in kindergarten.

    However, my parents forced things on me that they were passionate about and I didn't.  Medicine is not bad, mainly the electronic organ!  After all, I really have no musical ability. I am incomplete in singing, playing the piano for three days, fishing for two days and drying the net for two days.  This is the common problem of parents all over the world. They entrust their unrealized dreams to their children, thus ignoring their children's real hobbies, and insist on setting a wrong direction to cultivate this kind of hobbies that only belong to their parents.

    Fortunately, my father is not a tyrannical person, and my painful journey to the electronic piano ended naturally after I entered junior high school due to heavy studies and lack of interest in myself.  However, the electronic organ that was yellowed and marked "1233467" in advance due to my laziness is still preserved by my family, and it even belongs to my father now!  Every day, the old man plays his favorite classic old songs according to the numbered numbered notation. Although he has not received professional guidance, it sounds really good!  I couldn't help but sigh with emotion: One of my father's dreams has come true after all.

    Indeed, the dream of a doctor and the dream of music are the regrets of my father's life.  Apart from the fact that his family has no financial means to support his studies in music, the dream of being a doctor is even more difficult!

    He often said sadly to me: In those days, before the scores came out, the college entrance examination application volunteers were extremely important.  To be on the safe side, my father changed his first choice of medicine to petroleum, while another classmate who was not as good as him in the college entrance examination did the opposite.  In this way, the father became an "oil man" by accident, and the classmate successfully became a doctor.  Afterwards, under persecution and persuasion by the family, my father had no choice but to give up repeating his studies, and chose a career that he didn't like very much.

    Father often said that his own research spirit is naturally suitable for medical practice, and he may become a first-class physician today!  I also admit that my father really has such ability and tenacity.  At the same time, out of the willingness to continue my father's ultimate dream, whenever I write a composition similar to my future career, I follow my father's hope and write that I have become a doctor

    It's a pity that I am not an outstanding science student!  Especially after entering junior high school, I found that my interest in liberal arts became stronger and stronger, and I became less and less interested in boring science.  Moreover, my science grades are not as outstanding as my liberal arts grades.  When I finally managed to get through the second year of high school, I was assigned to the liberal arts class and finally managed to break free from the long-term torture of physics, chemistry, and biology. I also directly took the first place in the first monthly exam.  Prove my choice is right.

    But it is also doomed that I cannot fulfill my father's dream.  However, as a liberal arts student, I also had my own dream at that time, that is-to be an English major!  In fact, my English score is the best among all the homework, and I was even called "the walking English dictionary" by my classmates.  At that time, I wrote in the composition of the monthly high school exam that I would apply for an English major in the future, and I was recognized by many teachers and classmates.

    Once again it is a pity that I am as "unlucky" as my father!  But I was forced to change my college entrance examination choice under the persuasion of my parents, and then I became a college student majoring in journalism.  I was really at a loss then!  news?  news!  Gosh, do I look like a medium fit?  !

    After I went to college, I still focused on my studies and never let up. While studying journalism well, I also continued to study English hard. Even the college English teachers said that my English level was better than that of English majors, and even  Thought I would take the opportunity to change my major in my sophomore year.

    After all, it was helplessly lost

    In this way, I graduated and started working as a fresh graduate of journalism.  But what is gratifying is that I am still an out-and-out text lover!  I like literary writing from the bottom of my heart. When it comes to prose essays, novels and poems, which I am best at, I can't help being enthusiastic and passionate!

    Sometimes when I think about it carefully, writing seems to have made up for my dream of being a painter to a certain extent.  Because both writing and painting belong to the category of mental creation, they require sufficient imagination and creativity.  Although I can't draw mineThoughts, but I—can write what I think!  This is the same as the reason why my father couldn't spare time to study music by himself until his destiny, and he learned it very well.

    Because the things you really love will never really stay away from you. It may come late, but it will last forever

    All in all, my father's medical dream and music dream, my art dream and English dream, have all undergone wonderful changes in our respective life trajectories.  Some may have really disappeared since then, but some are still with us forever.  Just like my father's dilapidated and yellowed electronic organ, just like the text creation work I deal with every day.

    Are you sorry?  Yes, but the moon also has its ups and downs.  Facing regrets squarely and grasping the present is the correct attitude towards life.

    ? On June 2, 2020 (remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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