My father is a sensitive man; he does not like others mentioning that he did not
finish senior high school. At the time, his family was too poor to support
his learning, and he quarrelled with his teacher,because that man scolded him and
laughed at him in class. He went out to find a job; he was smart and learnt
architecture by himself. In the 90s in China,there were lots of opportunities; the boss did not
mind if you (did not have?) a Certificate. My father worked with undergraduates,but he did
not like it when others asked him where he graduated. He thought about
this problem and had a response:I graduated from the society university,because
at that time, there was a book from Russia that was very famous—《мои университеты》.That writer
learnt everything by himself,just like my father. But I had another edition. When
my mother fell in love with him, they talked in a park and my father told her
that problem. My mother liked reading and had read that book,so she gave
that humorous answer to my father. Now my father worked in a factory. During the
economic crisis in China,he could not support his construction company. Every
time that he drives in this city, he tells me the name of every building
he built. He remembers every road in this city and every story of constructing
them with his team and partners. Once, when we walked in a place I was not
familiar with,he suddenly stopped and said: "there was a farmland here; after
constructing it, we lived here and sent you to a kindergarten,which you did not
like." A strange picture suddenly appeared in front of me :It was snowing
heavily and my father walked to work in the light blue snow. I will never
forget this picture,because that day,I was allowed to stay home from
kindergarten because of the heavy snow,and my father treaded lightly on the blue snow,
leaving behind a series of footprints,like a bird.