Father is a bather. I'm already very old, and no one calls me by my name. They just say, "He's a kid from a bathing worker, and he's not bad at studying." Even if you are complimenting me, I will walk away. I remember one summer night, when I was taking a shower with water, my father said, "Boy, come, I'll rub your back!" I said lukewarmly, "You can rub it for others, I don't need you. Rub." After speaking, I poured the rest of the water down my head, turned around, a...