This was really the first time in his life; meekly he had a big quarrel with his father regardless of everything. After the quarrel, his father's face turned red, angrily reproached him for his faults and slammed the door to leave. He fell on the sofa like having his skeleton pulled out, habitually took out a cigarette, and smoked one after another. Finally, he angrily put out the cigarette that had just been lit, went back to the room to pack his luggage. When he sat in the car and looked at the scenery outside the window, his heart ached desperately. He was going to the provincial capital, as determined as iron. Although it was the first time he left home, he had friends and would have a bowl of rice to eat. The car was traveling on the national road at lightning speed. His face was full of pain, and his eyebrows were tightly furrowed. He didn't understand why his father was so strict about his marriage. He had his own partner who might not be pretty but had a good heart, and neither of them would look down on each other. He kept his girlfriend's radiant smile in his pocket, feeling sweet inside. On the way home, he secretly thought that if his parents knew that he and his girlfriend were about to get married recently, they would surely be excited! When he got home, his mother was not there, and he poured out his inner thoughts to his father without reservation. However, his father looked at his girlfriend's picture for a long time, and there was no sign of joy on his face as he had expected. Instead, his face turned ugly, and he said: "Your younger brother has just finished his wedding, and there is no extra money at home to arrange your wedding." At that moment, his heart ached emptily. The two argued until their faces turned red, and neither recognized the other. He was full of委屈. In the end, his father still did not love him after all. With the help of his friends, he found a job in a big restaurant. His girlfriend also came to the provincial capital, and the two of them meticulously wove their love with every stitch. Sometimes, in the cramped rented house, his girlfriend would ask him if what they were doing was a bit excessive? What if the elders had some difficulties? Every time this happened, his heart would inexplicably twitch. But as soon as he thought about the irreconcilable argument with his father and those sharp words from his father that day, he quickly returned to normal and secretly thought: I don't believe that with these two hands of mine, I can't even arrange a decent wedding for myself. From beginning to end, he never contacted home. This departure lasted for half a year. His complaints about his father were like clouds in the sky, passing through his mind every day. That night, he unexpectedly met his uncle at the entrance of the restaurant. His heart ached for no reason. Upon asking, it was like being hit on the head with a heavy stick, dazed and confused, and suddenly lost direction - his father had died, while searching for him on the road. A flood of tears rolled down uncontrollably. He staggered to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and rushed home with his uncle overnight. His father lay quietly, old like a scar. He crazily rushed up, crying and shouting with a broken heart. His mother beside him was in tears. At this moment, his younger brother knelt beside him and handed him a thick envelope, which contained a sum of money. His brother was in tears, his voice low, "Brother, this is the money Dad left for you to get married. It's all my fault, if it wasn't for my wedding spending all the family's savings, Dad would have arranged a decent wedding for you by now, instead of running to the county town to work at his age." He was already sobbing hoarsely. Originally, his happiness was deeply cherished by his father, even at the last moment of his life.