Observing that the atmosphere was ripe, I promptly grabbed the rusty hoe from the corner. With determination, I prepared to dig the first piece of this highly anticipated project right in front of the doorway.
Unexpectedly, my drunkard father suddenly emerged from the crowd, forcefully grabbing the hoe from my hand and loudly halting me, "Don't dig!"
Having grown accustomed to my father's unreasonable behavior, I asked impatiently, "Why?"
"You... You just can't do it!"
My father had always been adept at making baseless arguments, but this was the first time I had seen him blushing and speaking incoherently.
I had been fighting with him for half my life, and I had never seen him so panicked.
At this moment, I was not in a hurry. I let go of the tools, looked at him with a playful look, and sneered, "This house has been empty for more than ten years. Why can't I do it?"
However, being arrogant all the time, my father quickly came up with a plausible reason. He responded with a domineering tone, "This house was left to his children by your grandfather. Who are you do alter it?"