At night.

East Guangdong Plant.

In the small rental room, Huang Yong dragged his tired body back to the rental room.

He was in the factory today, working hard all day, physically and mentally exhausted.

He was lying on the bed, and was about to open Douying, swipe a short video, and a call came in from the mobile phone interface.

It's his own father.

Huang Yong answered the phone and said to the tired end.

"Hey, Dad. ”

On the other side of the phone was an old man's somewhat excited voice.

"Hey, Xiaoyong, are you back in the house?"

"I just came back, Dad, what's wrong with you?" Huang Yong could hear that his father seemed to have something to say.

"Xiao Yong, there are less than two months left, it's the Spring Festival, will you go home for the New Year this year?" asked my father worriedly.

Coming home for the New Year?

This word flashed in Huang Yong's heart, and he wanted to go home, but he was a little hesitant.

Because of the triple salary promised by the factory for the Spring Festival, it really moved him too much.

"Dad, I'm ......" When the words came to his mouth, he couldn't say anything.

Silent.

Silence between father and son.

The answer has already been stated.

"You haven't been home for two years, your mom is gone, and dad wants to see you. Father pleaded.

"Dad, I can't help it, the factory said that during the Spring Festival, triple the salary, overtime on the day of the New Year, the boss will also send red envelopes, and a Spring Festival can at least earn an extra 10,000 or 20,000 yuan. Huang Yong hesitated, but still insisted.

A moment later, the old man on the other side trembled and spoke in a tone of discussion and pleading.

"So, are you coming back for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is only a day, and it is not enough to change cars. Huang Yong said helplessly.

"Is it coming back for National Day?" asked my father again.

"Dad, I won't be coming back this year, and when I save enough money this year, I will definitely come back next year for the New Year. Huang Yong said firmly.

"Alas......" Across the microphone, I could vaguely hear my father's sigh.

"Dad, I'm sorry. Huang Yong said helplessly.

"Don't apologize, it's important to make money, then Xiaoyong, you pay more attention to your body, don't get tired, don't worry about me, everything is fine on my side, I'll hang up first if you're busy." ”

The phone hung up.

"Dut...... Toot ......"

There was a beep beep.

Huang Yong understood that he had disappointed his father again.

However, he had no choice, and this was one of the few opportunities he had to make money.

People like them, even if they are just surviving, are already doing their best.

He looked at the screen of his phone and said silently in his heart.

"Dad, wait for me for another year, and I will definitely come home next year. ”

closed the page of the call, Huang Yong lay on the bed, ready to brush up on the short video of Douying.

At this time, a video of a public service announcement was pushed in front of his eyes.

Out of habit, Huang Yong clicked on the video.

The picture was different from the past, and a title appeared in front of him.

"Father's Journey" – a work by Kyoto TV.

Father's journey?

Because of his father's title, Huang Yong had the idea of reading it.

At the beginning of the picture, there are mountains and mountains.

The back of an old man, sandwiched between the hills.

He holds a snakeskin woven bag in his left hand and a vegetable oil bucket in his right hand, which is filled with boiled eggs.

Look straight at the distance of the mountain.

Meanwhile.

The old man's face was a dark and old face, full of wrinkles, gray hair, and his eyes were full of the hardships of life.

Like the vast majority of people's fathers.

Seeing this scene, Huang Yong couldn't help but think of his father.

He only felt a sore nose and red eyes.

At this time, the voice of a young man who speaks unskilled Mandarin sounded in the picture.

"As far back as I can remember, my dad was always serious. ”

A soothing and quiet piece of music sounded, which made people's mood a little heavy.

The old man was sitting in front of an old wooden door, looking into the distance.

The man's side continued to ring.

"When I was a child, I made him angry and got beaten up all the time. ”

The screen flashed.

Off-white color scheme.

It was a boy who was pinched in the face by his father with a heavy palm.

This was the father's punishment for the boy, but the boy looked at his father unconvinced, although he was in tears.

Involuntarily, this boy reminded Huang Yong of his childhood self.

It's almost exactly the same as this boy.

"There is no phone in my hometown, I bought him a mobile phone, and he can't use it, so if there is something, I can only call my neighbor......"

The picture begins to flicker and shuttle, giving scenes of life in quaint mountain villages.

In a lonely courtyard, the old man sat alone in the courtyard, looking at the empty courtyard.

Sometimes he squatted at the door and looked at the winding mountain path in a daze.

"I'm too busy this year, I don't have time to go home for the New Year, I don't know Dad, will he get angry?"

In the midst of the narrator, my father gets a haircut at the village's open-air barber shop.

With the sound of the cello, I just feel that it makes people feel a heart-wrenching feeling.

This made Chen Yong's heart sour, he hadn't gone home for the New Year for the past two years, would his father be the same as in the picture, alone in the dilapidated yard, killing time?

Picture changes.

On the mountain road.

The old man carried a woven bag on his back, carrying a salute in both his left and right hands, and walked alone on the mountain road to get out of the village.

Step by step, step on the stone, the sound of low footsteps sounded, but it was extremely determined.

The old man walked for a long time, and when he knew that the sun was setting, he was lucky enough to get on a diesel truck and come to the station outside the village.

Unfortunately, night came and the station was closed.

The light bulb lit up for a while, and then went out because of the lack of power.

The old man could only survive this cold winter night in a dilapidated room outside the station, using firewood to make a fire and curl up on the fire.

The next day.

The old man carried his luggage, got on the bus, and changed to the green train.

Along the way, over mountains and mountains, across bridges and wading through water.

On the car window, it was his confused eyes looking at the scenery outside the mountains.

After a few more bumpy days, he finally arrived at his destination.

And the man's voice, which was more and more choked, sounded again.

"This is my dad...... ...... yourself for the first time ...... far away"

"He thought that the outside world was as big as the village, and he would be able to find me when he got out of the car......"

in the picture.

The old man wandered for a long time on the platform of the station, and in the face of the unfamiliar environment, he barely found the exit with the help of the billboard.

The old man pulled out a worn-out phone book, found his son's phone, and tried to practice his son in a public phone.

The old man cautiously, one by one, pressed the button.

"Hey, hey?"

Unfortunately, the call did not go through.

"Hello, the number you dialed is empty, please check and dial again. ”

The narrator sounded again: "But the neighbor's kid helped him copy the wrong phone......

Once.

Twice.

Telephone replies are all empty numbers.

The camera gives a close-up of the old man's eyes.

On the old man's wrinkled face, you can clearly see that he is dissatisfied, anxious, and panicked, and he is confused and helpless......

There is not a single word in this picture.

But with such a look, many people cried on the spot.

Chen Yong burst into tears when he saw this scene.

However, this is just the beginning of a tear jerker.

The next scenario.

The dark clouds and the relentless raindrops, accompanied by the cold empty reminder, resounded in my father's mind.

Alone, the old man stood alone in front of the empty station, looking at this strange and bustling city, but there was nowhere to go.

He hunched up, hiding in a corner of the station to avoid the rain, huddled lonely with a large bag of luggage in his hand.

Even if the wind blew the raindrops in and fell on him, he didn't notice it at all, and he only had the disheart that he couldn't contact his son and had nowhere to go.

The old man lowered his head, hugged the bucket of boiled eggs tightly, lowered his head, and was silent, not knowing whether he was hiding his tears.

Night.

A female clerk with a flashlight patrols the station.

Then I found the old man alone, carrying a large pile of luggage, lying on the ground and asleep.

"Uncle, wake up. ”

"Why do you sleep here alone?"

The old man got up, his eyes flashing, and in the light of the flashlight, he looked even more lonely and helpless.

This scene made all the audience feel that their emotions could not be suppressed, with the background music.

Depressed.

Repression.

Wailing.

I want to cry out loud inexplicably!

Thinking of the father of all of them, I just feel like crying loudly!