An elegant figure sits on a high-backed chair and plays with a turquoise pipe with an indiscernible texture.

His hair is gray, and although his face is a little blurry, he feels handsome and elegant. The waist is straight, wearing a black and white floral cotton coat at home, and he looks like he is in his early sixties, but his breath is already a little old. The curtains behind him opened, the sun shone in, and dust flew up.

Around him, there are many ethnic musical instruments, including pipa, horse-head fiddle, and piccolo full of ethnic minority customs......

Almost instantly, Du Caige understood that he was in a dream.

And he couldn't control it, he heard himself shout, "Dad." ”

He could feel his emotions at this time, a little annoyed, a little depressed, and the strongest emotion was - my life has no meaning, I don't know why I live, no one will love me, no one will care about me, I want to disappear quietly like this.

The old man in the high-backed chair nodded, and said with an incomprehensible emotion, "You're back." ”

Du Caige tried his best to see him clearly, but his gaze seemed to be blocked by a gauze tent, and it looked hazy and not very clear.

However, judging from the outline, this old man and Du Feiqi are a little similar, and anyone will think: they are father and daughter.

Du Caige can't control everything in his dreams.

He felt his gaze flutter as he approached the owner's father. He immediately understood that it was himself in the dream who was approaching the father of the original owner.

gradually saw his father clearly, and his father looked sick, but he was still in good spirits.

"How's your health lately?"

"It's fine. Father said, lowering his eyelids.

Silent.

I don't know how long it took, Du Caige heard the voice of the original owner and said, "Don't get too close to him, you have to be a little guarded." ”

When the original owner said this, it was obvious that he had disgust, and the original owner should hate that "him" very much.

The father of the original owner sighed vaguely, and only after a while did he say, "I know, I will." ”

The light from outside the window came in, casting his father's face in shadow, as if it had some great symbolic meaning.

My father's wrinkled old face was full of tiredness and worry.

"You will, you will...... You're just talking!" The original owner's voice became agitated, "You'd rather trust an outsider than believe me!"

The father shook his head, his short gray hair cutting through the sunlight, causing some interesting change of light and shadow, and he whispered, "I don't disbelieve you." ”

After a pause, he said, "Actually, I've always been proud of you. ”

Du Caige noticed that the original owner's mood had changed greatly at this time, some were excited, some were relieved, and of course, there were some complex emotions that were difficult to identify.

"You're just talking," the original owner's voice repeated, "you've never approved of me. ”

The father sighed again: "It's not that I disapprove of you, you know very well, I'm just dissatisfied with some of your practices." ”

After a long pause, he continued, "You have been taught a lesson, and I am actually very happy that you have not made those mistakes again in these years. ”

"I want you to be more human about the world, you can actually do more," he explained. I...... Just hope you're better. ”

The original owner's body looked away and looked out the window, staring at the jumping sunlight.

After a long time, Du Caige heard the voice of the original owner say: "You worry more about yourself, in short, don't believe him too much, this person is not so simple." ”

Father smiled, this was the first time he had smiled in this dream, but this smile seemed very reluctant, worried: "I will keep an eye on it." ”

After a while, he continued: "It's been a long time since that incident, haven't you come out yet? It's not worth ...... for a woman like that."

At this moment, Du Caige sensed that a very strong emotion rose in the original owner's heart, and was washed by that strong emotion, and the picture in front of him was like a reflection of the water surface, and when it was blown by the wind, the picture shook and dissipated.

......

After waking up in the morning, Du Caige still remembered the dream clearly.

However, those strong emotions and those clear dialogues made Du Caige feel that perhaps, it was not a dream, but a memory.

Is it a dream or a memory?

After waking up, wash, water the flowers, and make breakfast.

Du Caige remembered that today is the Chinese New Year's Eve. But breakfast is not much different, still bread, omelette, milk.

After a while, Du Yuanqi rubbed her sleepy eyes, came out in pajamas, sat at the dining table and yawned, her lazy little appearance was very cute.

When she sobered up, she went to wash up, comb her hair, and when she sat back at the table, she was already a refreshing little girl.

"I'm not going out tonight. Du Caige said.

Du Feiqi shook her head and chewed her bread without making a sound.

Du Caige had finished eating, and was flipping through a newspaper he bought yesterday.

After a while, he pretended to be casual and said, "Where's Daddy's green pipe?"

Du Feiqi glanced at him dissatisfied, took out her mobile phone and typed her head down, and held it up to Du Caige: "That is his 'love of life', and he will accompany him when he is buried." Did you forget?"

Du Caige said softly: "Yes, I forgot. ”

Stone hammered, it was not a dream, but a memory.

"Where's his black and white floral cotton coat?"

Du Feiqi typed again, but this time it was very simple: "Burn, I'll burn." ”

When she looked up, her eyes were red again.

Only then did Du Caige realize that the girl had not yet come out of the blow of losing her father, and she should not mention it.

He sighed softly and took the girl into his arms, and the girl symbolically struggled for a moment, and then did not resist again.

Du Caige gently stroked the girl's long hair and back, not pretentious, but really had a little brother and sister affection for this girl.

The girl wept silently.

After a while, she gently broke away from Du Caige's hand and sat up straight. "I miss my dad. She whispered, not typing on her phone.

"I know. ”

The atmosphere is good at this time. Du Caige suddenly had an impulse, and he decided to confess one thing to the girl.

"Qiqi, there's one thing I have to tell you. ”

"En?" Du Feiqi looked at him puzzled, her big eyes were red, and there were tears on her beautiful little face.

"Ahem," Du Caige coughed lightly, "Actually, I was sick a while ago and had amnesia." ”

"Amnesia?"

"Yes," after confiding the secret, Du Caige felt a lot more relaxed, and he said with a smile, "When I saw you at that time, I thought you were my daughter!"

"Daughter?"

"yes. I don't remember my former friends anymore, I don't remember anything. ”

Du Yuanqi's voice was cold: "So, you don't remember your mother either?"

"Well," Du Caige nodded, "I really don't remember." ”

Du Yuanqi showed a cold and chilling smile, "It turns out that I don't remember my mother because of amnesia." It's so convenient, just lose your memory!"