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I'm David, my Chinese name is Xiao Jinsong, I was born in California, USA, and I live there with my mother. I am a dark-haired, yellow-skinned Chinese; my father, mother, and my ancestors have been of pure Chinese descent for generations.

In the spring of 2015, I embarked on my first journey to my homeland, returning from the United States to a bustling city called Jindu.

I was a stranger to everything in the country, but my heart was full of curiosity, and with a strong desire to uncover the truth, to explore the people and things that had happened in Jindu for decades, to meet my sinful father, who was in prison.

I never met my father, and my mother never said anything about him. Five years ago, my grandmother was picked up by my mother to live with us, and she couldn't stand my soft grinding and hard bubbles, so she reluctantly told me many stories that happened in Jindu.

My father, Gu Yuanshan, is the protagonist of the whole story, and my grandfather is also an important role, it was they who directed a tragedy that forced my mother to take me in her belly and go away for more than 20 years.

I never knew if my mother hated him, but at least I knew that my grandmother hated him every time she talked about him. She said that he was a vicious white-eyed wolf, and that he was the one who killed her grandfather. I don't know where the grievances and grievances of several generations came from and where they came from.

It is said that my grandfather was a key member of the provincial government, and my father was the leader of Jindu, and he controlled Jindu for 20 years. My father came from a small mountain village in the middle of nowhere, and with him there were many other fathers I had never met.

According to grandma's account, there is also a tangled entanglement between them. What was it that made my father so completely transformed? I am ashamed to have such a father. However, I still want to find out the truth.

With apprehension, I went to the labor camp in Province G, and after several struggles, I was given the opportunity to visit.

Through the glass window, I saw a man who was in his last years. If I'm not mistaken, he wasn't even sixty years old, but his appearance was unbearable. According to his grandmother's description, he should be a man with graceful and well-rounded facial features, so what devoured his face? Is it repentance?

"I am Xiao Jinsong, Xiao Xue's son. "Picking up the interlocutor, I didn't call him and directly introduced my identity.

I saw a faint glint in his eyes, and his lips twitched, but he didn't make a sound.

I looked him in the eye and said, "I just want to hear your story, your story." ”

His face suddenly distorted and looked very painful.

"Are you alright?" I was inexplicably worried.

He held his abdomen down and waved his hand at me.

"Or, I'll come back another day?" I bowed slightly, looking at him.

He still waved his hand, and I couldn't understand his intentions at all. I looked up to ask the prison guard, and he stood there majestically, without the slightest response.

My heart tangled. I still hope that Gu Yuanshan can live, although I don't recognize him as my father.

After a long time, Gu Yuanshan looked up at me and said slowly: "I thought I would be solid, but I didn't expect it...... I'll tell you all about it, another day, right?"

There were beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead, and it was obvious that he couldn't hold it anymore.

He suddenly collapsed in front of me......

I was scared, afraid that he would not be able to do it, and that the story I wanted to dig up would become a broken chapter and could no longer be connected in a complete way.

Watching him being carried out, my heart also drifted away, I couldn't deceive myself, he was my father.

I waited anxiously, waiting for him to wake up, waiting for him to recover, but I waited for the bad news that he had liver cancer and was in an advanced stage.

My heart started to ache and my eyes moistened......

I inquired in every way, interviewed people who had happened in the story, recorded bit by bit, and then put them together to write this story.