This guy is not Ma Chao

  When I got down from horseback with difficulty, my two legs seemed to have already not belonged to me.

  My whole body is sore and numb all over.

  In my past life, I had a weak physique. On the surface, I looked healthy, but in reality, I was extremely frail inside. When it came to cars, I couldn't sit in anything slightly better than average without getting dizzy. Forget about Santana or higher-end vehicles - just opening the car door would make me feel nauseous and vomit. The type of car that suited my taste was those rickety, rusty ones that looked like they were about to fall apart. These cars had good ventilation, but I could only sit in the front passenger seat for an extended period; otherwise, I'd not only feel uncomfortable and vomit but also have convulsions all over my body after more than half an hour, like a puppet on strings.

  There's a saying that goes, "One car makes you dizzy, a hundred cars make you dizzy." Trains are no exception, but they're much better than cars, mainly because there's no gasoline involved. As for boats, I've only taken one ride when I was three years old, and afterwards, according to my mom, I threw up all over her in the jeep. As for airplanes and other flying vehicles, someone like me who has no sense of balance has also nervously ridden on them a few times, fortunately without any major incidents, but throughout the entire process, my ears were almost completely blocked, and my whole body was stiff as a board.

  The only two things that don't make me dizzy are probably bicycles and motorcycles, no choice, these two-wheeled things have too good ventilation.

  Isn't this also inherited until now... Even riding a horse makes me feel dizzy? How can I conquer the south and north, wield my sword and compose poetry in the future?

  I suddenly felt a sense of despair, and the pain all over my body became even more unbearable. The burning sensation on my buttocks was so intense that I couldn't even walk properly.

  Supported by two servants, I was carried to the bedside in my bedroom.

  What a fierce and formidable figure!

  I let out a loud roar, and suddenly my arms had the strength to push away the two inexplicable family guards behind me. Then, like a wolf pouncing on a sheep, I fiercely "threw myself" onto the bed! MD! Although in normal days it's as hard as a pile of stones, but after today's hardships and near-death experiences, this is indeed the world's number one Simmons mattress!

  "What's wrong with you, Xiao Chao? Why are you yelling and screaming?"

  Big sister Ma Wen arrived with the wind, she charged in with her usual style, completely unaware of avoiding it, and she didn't need to avoid it at all.

  "In the vicinity of Jincheng County, I saved a dozen or so shepherdesses and brought them back. Those... " I pointed to the two little girls who had followed me in but were standing obediently inside the house, "are them."

  "Huh? What's with bringing two little girls back?" Big sister turned her large eyes curiously and smiled, "Could it be that you've finally grown up and learned to snatch up little girls?"

  "Go, go, go! What a mess you're making! Your brother is a serious person..." I tilted my head, trying to establish a pure and solemn image, when Dad also walked in with big strides.

  Ma Teng this rough man, first sat down on the edge of the bed with a fart, then habitually patted back, and slapped my swollen little butt that had been high for half a day.

  Me, my little butt!

  My eyes are wide with anger! It hurts so much I'm about to go numb!

  "Ah...!" I swallowed the words "wipe/lean" and took a deep breath, complaining, "Your son rode horseback all day, his butt is swollen so high, damn it! As soon as he came in, he gave me a good scolding, now it'll take ten days or more to dissipate!"

  "Is it swollen?" Old Dad smiled awkwardly and reached out to touch my butt.

  My whole body suddenly twitched violently, and my buttocks reflexively jerked upwards.

  But it's painful to the point of being unbearable.

  I'm not playing with you anymore!

  This is really touching! You've even squeezed out tears from this old man's eyes.

  "Old man, your technique is great, just press a few more times and try to squeeze your eldest son to death." Extremely dissatisfied with the behavior of this barbaric rough man, I turned my head and gritted my teeth, to show my inner anger and physical pain.

  My poor butt can't take it anymore.

  "Really swollen?" Old Dad finally realized I wasn't a version of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf", and was willing to withdraw his rough big hands from my delicate little butt that couldn't take any more teasing. But then he said carelessly, "Riding horseback for several hours will also make it swollen? Can't take the toss, huh? Are you still a son of the Ma family? In those days, your dad followed the saint..."

  "Yes, yes, you rest now, I'll speak for you," I hastily interrupted his boasting in a loud voice, shaking my head to finish what he was saying. "In the old days when your father, I followed the imperial edict to pursue and wipe out the Qiang bandits, we chased them for three days and three nights without stopping. That was truly a time when one didn't dismount from horseback even in sleep or dreams. Finally, we managed to eliminate all the rebels. Nowadays young people are really weak and feeble! Weak and feeble!" I nodded heavily, still not satisfied, and muttered to myself: Old Horse has been nagging me since I was five or six years old learning how to ride a horse, and by the time I was fourteen it had already become a habit. It's too late to change now. He just keeps repeating the same few phrases over and over again. Not only my sister and I have heard them countless times, but even Ma Dai, Zhao Cheng, and even Ma Xiu and Ma Tie who were born several years later than me have grown tired of listening to him."

  Ma Teng was stunned, his lips slightly pursed, as if he had been choked by something and couldn't speak for a moment.

  Looking at his stunned eyes, I suddenly felt a pang of self-reproach: Can't I tolerate just a few nagging words?

  And even take it as an honor and mock it!

  Is it showing off one's youthful years or ridiculing parents' old age?

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  Yes, indeed.

  Parents' nagging, children are often tired of it.

  But who would have known that it wasn't until they had children of their own that young parents in this world learned to worry, care and nag.

  How many young people know that their garrulous old men and women at home also had a glorious youth like theirs.

  The hearts of men and women in this world are mostly different.

  The world's parental love is all the same.

  "The tree wants to be still but the wind will not stop; the child wants to be nourished but the parent is gone."

  How many people understand this sentence?

  How many people understand this sentence?

  When you were young and bold, fearless and dauntless, your parents in your heart were just two people who neither understood their children nor kept pace with the times.

  When you are successful and prosperous, your parents? They may have long been thrown to the back of your mind, just two old people who like to nag about trivial things when you visit them.

  When you have achieved success and fame, with a wife and children by your side, have you ever taken the time to reflect on yourself? Have you ever thought about your parents, whose hair has turned white at the temples?

  When you are busy taking care of your children, have you ever thought that your aging parents also need or even more need to be taken care of?

  When parents turn into white ash in the ground and are separated from their children, how many people let out a sigh of relief in their hearts: The old ones who wouldn't die have finally left.

  Don't wait until you're old and grey before shedding tears of regret.

  No matter how much children repay their parents, they can never fully repay the kindness of their parents.

  Only when reborn can he be his son again, but how can this be considered filial piety?

  But who knows, after rebirth, whether I will forget again the vows that once echoed in my ears?

  Who knows?

  Although Ma Teng, this lifetime's father of mine, is in his prime years and cannot be considered "old" at all.