I've known for as long as I can remember.

When I was young, my mother always taught me to write. Mother often laughs at her father for knowing only poles. Later, I learned that because my family was poor when I was a child, my father only read until the first grade. Moreover, my father is very naughty and often plays truant, so he has learned nothing.

Father's name was written by my sister and I later taught him.

My father's ignorance, after I fell ill, was vivid in my mind.

When I first transferred to the provincial hospital, I suddenly had a headache at night. I only remember holding the pillow in pain, and then my sister told me that I was crying and shouting. And dad said it must be my fault to eat lettuce and stir-fried meat at night. Therefore, you can't eat lettuce in the future.

And dad's ignorance doesn't stop there.

He thought about it and said that many things are hair and can't be eaten by the way. It's hard to say clearly, but I'm afraid it will hurt after eating it, so I can only eat cabbage, lean meat and eggs in the future.

Since then, my mornings have been eggs and porridge, Chinese food and dinner, that is, Chinese cabbage fried meat, Chinese cabbage sliced soup or Chinese cabbage egg soup, which seems to be changed in three dishes.

After eating for three months, I was finally discharged from the hospital. I thought the day would end with discharge, but it didn't.

Less than ten days after leaving the hospital, my headache started again and I was admitted to the hospital.

Dad "cleverly" looked for reasons from my diet. He found out because he put onions and monosodium glutamate in my cooking.

After leaving the hospital, dad continued to use the original recipe, as before. But only salt.

In this way, I ate the old three kinds: boiled eggs, scrambled eggs, fried Chinese cabbage slices, Chinese cabbage slice soup, Chinese cabbage egg soup, and ate them for more than a year, just like the fifth.

Up to now, there is a lot of food, but my father still won't let me eat it.

For example: Goose, just two days ago, my father and I told my colleagues that geese are cold-repelling, so I should be able to eat them. Father said, our geese lay eggs, so let's eat goose eggs instead of goose meat.

I smiled and asked, I can eat goose eggs, but I can't eat goose meat. Father hesitated for a moment and said, eat less!

My father's ignorance is not only in my diet.

When I was in the hospital, my father always rolled eggs for me (three eggs were on me and then let me breathe three times) and asked people to take them home to see all kinds of people who understood.

After reading it, I brought back the water boiled with paper money for me to drink.

Not only that, when I got home, my dad called my husband and said that he would comfort our god and tidy up for me. I don't understand. The only thing I know is to change my name and surname and give myself a new name: Zhang Zhengshu. Let the family call, that's what they called it at home during that time.

My dad also asked me for 100 yuan (money from people with multiple surnames) and bought me clothes when he came. Said he could live a long life in the future.

If we say that before, I thought my father was ignorant, but after this illness, I thought about it carefully: I found that my seemingly ignorant father was not ignorant.

If he is really stupid, he will not hesitate to transfer me to the provincial hospital when my illness gets worse.

If he is really stupid, he will believe that rolling eggs and drinking paper money can cure my illness. You don't need to spend so much money in the hospital.

If he was really stupid, he wouldn't be said that his daughter would be someone else's house sooner or later if she read more books. Under such difficult conditions, it still provides for my sister and me to go to college.

In my father's ignorance, I saw my love for my daughter, and I couldn't bear for her to suffer again.

So, I know this is impossible. But in order to reassure him, he will do whatever he tells him to do, and he will not eat until he is allowed to eat.

In my father's ignorance, what I see is a kind of belief, and perhaps more is always superstition. But I prefer to regard him as my father's unchanging belief, a kind of help from the gods when I am helpless.

When my father saw the pain I experienced in the hospital, he felt helpless and he needed to find sustenance. This sustenance lies not only in hospitals and doctors, but also in the gods.

Because there is only one sustenance, my father is not at ease.