On a sunny autumn day, a man of medium height and brave appearance paced back and forth outside the delivery room of Taipei Peace Hospital, muttering, "Mother and daughter are safe, mother and daughter are safe!" Suddenly, "Wow!" Bang, the doll fell to the ground. As he wishes, he is a girl, and more importantly, the mother and daughter are safe. It is my father who prays for the safety of mother and daughter.
I am my father's fifth daughter, and my sister's name is "Li", so my parents named me Xiaoli. Because my father, who always wanted to have a boy, finally resigned and decided not to work hard. Who knows that five years later, they accidentally added a sister to me and had to name it Lily.
From then on, there was another mother in the family, who happened to be the "seven fairies". My father is euphemistically called the "supervisor" of the girls' dormitory, but in fact he is an absolute minority at home.
As for why I am the only baby girl my father expects, there is another story. When my mother was pregnant with me, my father, who always preferred sons to daughters, went to the famous Jinlong Temple in Taipei to draw lots with great interest. The first sign says, "Six girls were born." My father was unconvinced and thought that I already had four daughters. How could I be a daughter?
So I decided to take another chance. As a result, the second sign said, "Give birth to six girls, Ji", no way! Father wants to try again, but the third sign clearly says: "Six girls, lucky, male, fierce." This frightened my father, and he immediately changed his desire to have a boy. Since then, he prayed every day that as long as a healthy girl was born, the mother and daughter would be safe.
This story was told to me when I was just sensible and my father took his family to the temple to make a wish. From then on, my head was as proud as a halo. When I grew up, I knew that my father wanted boys, not because he didn't like us female soldiers, but because he went to Taiwan Province Province alone and worked hard all his life, hoping to carry on the family line in Taiwan Province Province.
I immediately patted my chest and said, "I'm not afraid, Dad. When I grow up, I'll find a husband surnamed Wu, so that my child will be surnamed Wu, and others can't tell whether it's his Wu or mine!" " Although it was a child's talk, it made my father happy for a long time.
Although my father is looking forward to having a son, he has never complained to his daughters in the group. On the contrary, my father is rigorous and rigid, and does not easily reveal his emotional personality, but it is completely destroyed by our girls' pranks. The heroic spirit revealed by my father's brow always gives people a dignified first impression.
I remember when I was a child, the children who came to my house were always shocked by my father's heavy eyebrows and seemingly unsmiling appearance. After respectfully listening to his father's lecture, they turned to secretly ask us, "Did your father say ……" Ha, in fact, not everyone can understand his father's stubborn Zhejiang dialect, and with his majestic appearance, it is strange that the first-time visitors are not more nervous. But for us, father is not terrible at all. "Without rules, there would be no Fiona Fang." This is what my father often taught us when I was a child.
The reason is that there are many girls at home, and a group of girls at home are not very "disciplined". It's very hot in Taipei in summer. Sisters often wear long gowns, so they have nothing to wear. We walked around the house easily, but our conservative father was fidgeting, looking at his "improperly dressed" daughters and shouting, "No rules! No rules! " When I visit my house in summer, as long as my father is there, it must be him who opens the door, because the doorbell rings, but I see a group of girls at home fleeing into the room, wearing pants and coats, all dressed up. Only a well-dressed father can greet guests at once with ease. Originally, I didn't care about my father's "fuss" because I was like this since I was a child.
It was not until I grew up and chatted with the junior high school teacher that I realized how "wronged" my father was when I was a child. Junior high school teachers' families are almost all boys. He complained to me that after the new sister-in-law got started, she was extremely free at home, because her brothers, who had always been used to being topless at home, could no longer "frankly meet each other" even if the weather was hot. It suddenly dawned on me why my sisters at home are all eager for comfort and refuse to dress neatly, but my father always dresses well.