Like the tumbling and turbulent water in the gate, years of reason and self-cultivation made him reluctant to vent.
He must have loved his wife and daughter so much that he decided to start watching over his daughter in front of the school, eating on that park bench, reading the newspaper, and doing company business. . .
At this moment, he also began to watch himself.
Find yourself buried deep in loneliness and vulnerability.
Discovering the pain of losing a loved one is so great,
driving around in the middle of the night, not knowing where the destination is. . .
The first word I cried out,
I was willing to guess it was "Mom,..."
This tired and bearded man, I liked it very much.
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