The second fragment that was lost - perhaps, she was just chasing the meaning of her own existence

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At half past eight on Sunday night, according to the usual custom, Yeyue should be reading a book at this time, but now she seems to be sitting very leisurely on the sofa in the living room, carrying a teacup in her hand.

Perhaps, it's not so laid-back... The tightness that emerged from between her eyebrows seemed to be encouraging to remain peaceful, although she didn't say anything, but judging from her expression, there was also a certain amount of irritability.

On the two-seater sofa opposite the reception table, there was a middle-aged man, wearing a black suit, a pair of black-rimmed glasses, no bangs on his head, but combing his hair into a right-side hairstyle, a resolute appearance, a serious look, but the eyes looking at Yeyue were full of tenderness, which formed an impactful contrast with this standard old-fashioned face, which made people feel very contradictory, just like the boss who forced a smile to scold his subordinates.

Although there was also a cup of steaming green tea on the table, he didn't move, and even said that his eyes hadn't taken off Yeyue since he entered this apartment, and he hadn't said a word.

After Yeyue swallowed the tea in her mouth slowly, she exhaled softly, looked at her father who was sitting opposite and suddenly visited, and asked calmly

[Is there anything wrong?]

[Hmm.]

As an answer to her question, there was a thick nasal voice and a slight nodding of the head, and Yeyue's father, Yeyue Jiuliu, as a father, seemed to lack some of the majesty of a father.

After looking at her father, who was sitting opposite, Yeyue put down the teacup in her hand, leaned back on the sofa, folded her hands on her thighs, and asked

[What's the matter?]

[...]

As if helpless, he smacked his lips, took a few deep breaths, and seemed to hesitate about something, facing his daughter's direct gaze and didn't speak, staring straight at his right foot, but looking at it like this, it seemed to be a little nervous, as if these were happening in an instant.

Finally, after the two looked at each other for more than ten seconds, Yeyue's father finally spoke

[Whisper... Let's go back. ]

[.... Where to go?]

Yeyue didn't refuse directly, although he showed an indifferent look, as if what he said had been known in advance.

In the face of his daughter's attitude, he probably already knew it, and even the answer was basically certain, but from the perspective of being a father, he had to continue the process of knowing the beginning and the end, which may be the process he was pursuing.

Then, the conversation continued in a way that was not at all like that between father and daughter

[Is it okay to go back to where you used to live?]

[It's too late, Dad.] ]

[No, you can go back at any time if you want.] ]

[Do you think I'll be willing?]

As she spoke, Yeyue showed a beautiful smile that would bloom only at the moment when a flower withered, as if it would make people's hearts wither together. It's like the moment when a snowflake falls and melts when it falls to the ground. I can't feel the beauty that should belong to a smile.

[... But... You're still alone...]

Seeing her like this, even her father, who had spent most of the years with her, couldn't help but hesitate, his heartache and helpless expression was unobstructed, and even his voice was only barely carrying out the order.

[Nope.] ]

Unexpectedly, Yeyue shook her head and denied this sentence and said seriously

[It's temporary, he'll be back.] ]

[....]

He wanted to deny it, but he couldn't deny it, so he could only helplessly look at Yeyue with a smile of remembrance, at least... More reassuring than the scene just now, as a father... He was not allowed to do such a sad thing.

Therefore, even if he knew the result, he still chose to avoid it this time.

So, he pulled away from the topic with a light sigh

[You... Are you still used to living here?]

[You'll get used to it.] ]

[What is needed.] Or is it wanted?]

[Nope.] ]

[That... Tomorrow, let's go see your mother.It's that time.]

[I remember.] ]

[I'll pick you up then.] ]

[I know.] ]

ended the conversation without emotion, and then looked at Yeyue again, and finally stood up slowly with gentle and worried eyes, and paused as if he wanted to continue to say something, and walked towards the door, and all Yeyue did was watch him leave, and after a soft sound of the door closing, he raised the teacup again, took a sip of tea, and his tightly frowning brows also stretched out at this moment, as if he had suddenly changed his mood.

Silence returned to the apartment, and it became terrifying after losing the slightest sound.

Ten minutes after her father left, Yeyue came to her room, sat down directly at her desk, and after staring at the photo in the center for a while, she took out a fairly thick notebook and pen from the middle drawer.

Without hesitation, he opened it, stopped on a blank page, and quickly wrote the date and his name in the empty space

Night Moon.tone x year x month x day

No anomalies, no changes.

There is nothing wrong with the path I chose, it was someone else who was wrong, and he will come back.. Certain!

In the moment my father persuaded me, I imagined a world without him... It was just that moment that I felt a fear I had never felt before, and I was sure that it was something that no one else would ever feel and could never know.

Perhaps, that's why I exist.

Is there something wrong?

That's right.

All I want is a part of what should be me, that's all... Nothing more.

At this point, the nib of the pen became heavier and heavier, and even left a series of engraved marks on the paper, and the handwriting was already soaked a little as if it had been imprinted by a soldering iron, so that it could not be continued. Then, like the prelude to the rain, a small drop of water appeared on the handwriting just written, becoming blurry and distorted, and the night moon kept wiping her eyes with her hands, but she couldn't block the erosion of tears, and always sprinkled a little in the gap between wipings, ticking and falling on the notes, and after the paper was absorbed, it left some mottled marks, and maybe some traces of ink wading.

When I was able to face what I had written today, I could finally smile a little, and the tears had stopped surging at this time, and I looked at these things with tears with a smile, and I flipped through the pages one by one, and I kept smiling until the end, and then I closed it, put it back into the table box with the pen, and left the room.