A little bird,

The head does not flutter its wings back,

Flew away.

Can't catch up with her migratory birds,

Staring at the small back of the sky,

Motionless.

He's waiting,

And what?

………………

At thirteen o'clock in the morning, the Zhiqi Inn.

"I ......"

"I want to ......"

"I want to meet my daughter. ”

"I haven't seen her in a long time, I ...... I want to see her. ”

“…… I want to say ...... to her."

"Dad was wrong. ”

This is a very old soul, estimated to be in his nineties just by his appearance.

He should have had a bad life before his death, and the clothes on his body were still the old styles of decades ago, his hair was thin, and his face was weathered.

Isolated from the group, always alone.

Holding the pen and writing down the old man's name - Zhong Shukai.

"How long has it been since you and your daughter have seen each other?"

“…… Thirty-two years, thirty-two years, five months and three days. ”

"Why did she leave?"

“……”

"Can't tell?"

"It's not. Be...... I did something wrong and she hated me. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, thirty-two years ago, the mainstream of human society was still patriarchal, and the restraints on women were quite tight, right? How old was your daughter at that time and ran away from home?"

In such a social reality, a woman would rather wander around than stay in a warm home, what is the worst mistake committed by this father?

"She was just over twenty years old when she left home, and she should be fifty-two by now. ”

The old man replied without hesitation that in the more than 11,830 days that his daughter had left, every night when his hopes had been disappointed, he had silently counted in his heart, describing his daughter's appearance.

At first he was angry.

He felt that his daughter disobeyed him and willfully ran away from home, which made him very shameless.

So he waited patiently at home, waiting for his daughter to come home from frustration outside.

and so on, thirty-two years.

In thirty-two years, he went from anger to worry, from worry to longing.

He began to reflect on what he had done, thinking day and night, back and forth.

He began to understand his mistakes, and each day became clearer than the day before.

But his children never came back.

Zhifei asked, "Have you been to her for thirty-two years?"

"I found it. You don't know, for the first twenty years of these thirty-two years, I was looking for her. But ......"

Didn't find wow.

It was as if she had vanished into thin air, without a trace.

He searched for twenty years, searching everywhere his daughter could be, and he was exhausted, but found nothing.

Later, when he was old and could no longer walk, he could only return to his former home, guarding a room full of old things, hoping that his daughter would come home.

"Okay, I got it. Your commission is confirmed, wait patiently, and we will take you to meet your daughter when we find her. ”

"If you are paid...... It will cost you a tenth of your merit. ”

"Okay, okay...... Thank you!"

The old man clenched his hands gratefully and nervously, and his voice was a little unstable because of his emotions.

Holding the head of the scarf: "It doesn't have to be like this, you go to the room to rest first, after so many years, the soul is very tired." ”

"Raise your spirits to see your daughter, right?"

"You're right, I'm going to take care of myself, or I'm going to be disgusted. ”

The old man nodded busily, and his hand involuntarily pulled the corner of his clothes, feeling annoyed in his heart.

Why did you dress like this, my daughter saw it......

probably even more reluctant to recognize him as a father.

"Guests, you can rest assured that there is a shopping space in the West Garden of the inn, and if you are not satisfied with the clothes on your body, you can go there to buy them. ”

Lin Tsuka was called in, and happened to hear the last sentence of Zhixuan, and when he saw the old man's annoyance, he immediately raised a warm smile and said to him.

"Shopping...... Space?"

"Yes, if you want to go, let me know, I'll take you there, and you can change whatever you want at that time, and you can make sure it's all glamorous. ”

"You come with me, I'll talk to you slowly. ”

Lin Tsuka walked out of the living room with the old man, and his clear voice could still be heard in the distance.

Zhong Shukai's name on the "Book of the Dead" showed a light golden streamer, indicating that this person's merits far outweighed his sins when he was alive, not to mention this life, he probably did a lot of good things in his previous life.

How could such a person do something that would make his daughter not return home for 32 years?

Or is there something else going on?

He pursed his lips and drew a red symbol underneath the light gold lettering.

Fu Cheng, the red lines disappeared into the page, and then next to the name of "Zhong Shukai", a name appeared.

- Zhong Zhanyan.

Zhiqian stretched out his hand and was about to touch the name, but saw a black word appear behind him.

Die.

…… Zhong Zhanyan is dead?

Could it be that it was because she died that she couldn't find a trace, let alone go home?

frowned, always feeling that something was wrong.

Forget it, let's take a look.

Zhiwan put his hand on the three words "Zhong Zhanyan" and closed his eyes.

The ghost candle in the living room dimmed, and when it was lit up again, it was already empty.

Only the remaining pages were silently windy.

…………

"Knock knock, knock knock. ”

"Old clock, old clock, are you there?"

There was a knock on the door outside, it was Uncle Wang next door.

Zhong Zhanyan put down the pen and quickly walked to the door of the house to open the door:

"Dad is not at home, Uncle Wang, what are you looking for my dad to do?"

Seeing that it was her, Lao Wang next door scratched his head and smiled and said, "It's Xiao Yan, your father is not there, do you know where he went?"

Zhong Zhanyan replied with a smile: "Xu went to buy goods, but he didn't tell me." ”

"Well, your dad came back and asked him to come to my house, I have something to tell him, ah. ”

Zhong Zhanyan agreed: "Okay, Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang, go slowly." ”

Closing the door, the girl let out a slow breath.

Recently, Dad has been so strange, he is not at home during the day and comes back late at night.

She usually has to study, and she is used to going to bed early and getting up early, but in the past few days, she has missed her father perfectly, and she has not seen each other.

If she hadn't woken up every morning and saw breakfast on the table, she would have suspected that her father hadn't returned all night.

So what exactly did Dad do?

The girl was a little worried, and she didn't know what to do because she couldn't see her father's face.

She had to do something.

She won't sleep tonight, waiting for her father to come back, anyway, tomorrow is Sunday, and sleeping late is not a big problem.

When the time comes, you must ask what Dad has been doing lately.

Zhong Zhanyan clenched his fists and nodded in self-affirmation: "That's it." ”

That evening, the girl quickly coped with dinner and waited quietly in the hall with a textbook.

The sky darkened little by little, and the night opened, enveloping the whole world.

The home was so peaceful that Zhong Zhanyan could even hear the sound of cicadas in the trees outside.

The old clock carries a heavy time, and the pace is slow, walking through the night.

At 11:57 p.m., less than three minutes before the next day, there was a rustling sound at the gate.

The girl who was so sleepy that she almost fell asleep suddenly became excited, staring at the door with blazing eyes.

"Click-"

Someone came in.