"I have plenty of money" is his mantra, and I have been hearing it ever since I can remember. When he said this, he usually looked like this: holding a small wine glass in his hand, his face a little drunk, his eyes squinted, he said it all at once in a loud voice, and sometimes he even patted my head.

When he said this, he drank the wine first and then patted my head with his hand. Every time at this time, I couldn't help but feel happy: He is so rich, not only do I have enough food and clothing, but I can also satisfy many of my little wishes. I can have whatever I want, haha!

But things went against my wishes. He was very strict with me materially. He was not allowed to buy too many toys or comics. I could only buy books that were good for me. I had to eat more vegetables every day and not eat too much sugar. and snacks. In his words, although I have plenty of money, I cannot waste it. Saving money is a virtue and money must be spent meaningfully.

Because I couldn’t buy what I wanted, when I grew up, I gradually suspected that he was lying. He had no money at all, but he used practical actions to dispel my thoughts time and time again. I have to believe that he is rich. Although he does not have a lot of money, he is still rich. Every time I am asked to pay the materials fee and tuition fee in class, I am always the first to pay and never let the teacher urge me. I eat very well, and eat in a variety of ways, so that I am much taller than other children of the same age; he also makes me dress decently, I have many brand-name clothes, pants, and many shoes; I have many learning tools, such as : Learning machine, Kuaiyuantong, various dictionaries, and various books. Many of my classmates are envious. When he took me to buy these things, he never frowned or said they were too expensive. He just made excuses. He always patted me on the shoulder and said, "Buy it, buy it. I have plenty of money."

There is a question that puzzles me: He is just the workshop director of a small paper factory, and he doesn’t have much salary, but he says he is very rich, but I know he must have a way, otherwise why would he buy so much for me? They gave me a remote-controlled car of a good brand on my 10th birthday, and bought me Nike shoes when I got good grades in the exam. He was very generous when giving money. He didn't regard the money as money at all. He randomly took out the money from his trouser pocket and gave it to me without counting it.

When I was 12 years old, his paper mill was sued by nearby farmers due to treatment problems. They said that the sewage discharged by my father's paper mill polluted their farmland. The high compensation amount paid for the entire factory. He could only work as a taxi driver. When I knew about his situation, I felt sorry for him, but he was very proud and said to me: "What do you know? Being a taxi driver gives you more freedom and makes more money." , I make enough money to last you a lifetime." I smiled happily.

But, he got appendicitis and had an operation. Only then did his mother tell me that he actually had no money. All the money was given to me. The money for the operation was borrowed and he drank it. They only drink low-quality liquor, wear factory uniforms all year round, and never eat good food. I fell into deep thought: Is this him? Isn't he very rich? . It suddenly dawned on me that he was doing everything for my own good.

After he recovered, he took me to a restaurant to eat again. He was still the same as before, saying loudly: "You should study hard and don't worry about food and drink. I have plenty of money." His hands were as before, on the I patted my head and nodded vigorously, pretending to smile, but in fact my heart was already wet.