The last torchbearer was only 200 metres away from the head of the Dongpei Bridge.

There was no one waiting at the red line to take the baton. Anxiety was written on the faces of everyone at the bridgehead.

Panda Panpan had no intention of dancing, kept walking in circles, and was so anxious that he was about to cry, thinking: "It's over, it's over." ”

The torchbearers noticed that there was no one on the handover line, and their steps were noticeably hesitant and slowed down. Getting closer, getting closer...... The palms of the torchbearers were sweaty, their steps became mechanical, and they began to look around.

Seeing that he was about to hit the line, a large hand caught the torch strongly.

Everyone let out a long breath and applauded enthusiastically.

In the crowd, Fat Lu smiled with a relaxed and reassuring smile. He pulled something out of his pocket to wipe his sweat, looked at it and saw that it was a pair of underwear, and quickly stuffed it back in.

Ma Haowen held the blazing torch and ran forward steadily. The female reporter who was looking for him with a loudspeaker just now rushed over and handed the microphone to him: "This torchbearer is the designer of our Dongpei Bridge - Engineer Ma Haowen!" After the flame has passed, the city's largest bridge, the Dongpei Bridge, will be officially put into use. Let's ask him to talk about it......"

Behind the crowd, the little boy Ma Fei was still standing upside down like an ostrich. He vaguely heard the words "Engineer Ma Haowen", hurriedly straightened his waist, opened the gap and caught a glimpse of the torchbearer from a distance, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Ma Fei jumped and raised his hand: "Teacher, that's my father." ”

"If it's your father, that's my ancestor!"

Ma Fei saw that the teacher didn't believe it, so he was so anxious that he didn't scratch it. Just next to her, an old lady stood up to watch the excitement and set aside the small bench she had brought with her. Ma Fei stepped on the small bench and shouted at the top of his voice: "Dad-Dad!" ”

Ma Haowen, who was originally running along the demarcated line, saw Ma Fei and immediately strode over.

The rhythmic clapping and cheers on both sides of the street were sparse and turned into whispers. The escort team stopped in a daze, not knowing whether to follow the torchbearers or continue on their way.

The female reporter instinctively followed Ma Haowen and pulled the microphone cable vigorously, and the photographer was taken behind.

"Comrade? Homosexuals? ...... interview," the female reporter reminded in a low voice while holding the microphone.

For the first time in his short life, Ma Fei felt the thrill of vanity.

The children who were teasing and laughing at him just now had already surrounded him, looking at him with their mouths wide open and envious. The teacher's eyes also carried a kind of approval and kindness. Uncles, aunts, grandfathers, grandmothers...... All the people at the bridge were watching—watching the wise and toned engineer Ma Haowen smile towards his son, the early autumn sun casting a bright halo behind his head.

"Oh, that's really my dad!"

Ma Haowen, who walked towards his son with a smile, looked at the little boy who was desperately waving to him, and countless pictures flashed in his mind. Six years ago, he was also late for work......

He and Lu Fatzi opened the door of the collective dormitory building and ran all the way through the dark corridor. With a "clang", they slammed open a dilapidated wooden door, and the cry of a baby could be heard from inside the door.

He held his breath and cautiously walked to the bed. In this dark and cramped dormitory, on a creaky wooden shelf bed, lies the world's rarest treasure—a wrinkled, crying baby. As he approached, the baby seemed to sense something, and suddenly stopped crying, and opened a pair of black bean-like eyes, and looked curiously at the late visitor.

A stream of heat surged into his eyes, and he didn't know how to hide it, so he could only slap the fat man next to him: "My son!" My son! I'm going to make him the best man in the world! ”

He read many, many books for this promise.

Ma Haowen remembered the stacks of "Child Psychology", "On Education", "Cultivation of Gifted Children" and "Education of Love" at home...... Every book is full of notes. He often shook the cradle while reading a book, and he was fascinated by it, and the child fell out of the cradle and cried, and he didn't even realize it.

Ma Haowen smiled in his heart and shook his head. "The book says that the essence of education lies in equality." The little hardship he let Ma Fei suffer, a few years later, Ma Fei repaid it twice.

At that time, the child was three and a half years old, right? He rode home from work on his bike with a drawing under his arm. Ma Fei and a group of children hid on the side of the road, waiting for him to get closer, and shouted: "Big monster! Hit him! Seven or eight children rushed up and beat him in the middle, and buried him in a pile of fallen leaves.

"Let's water the saplings." This bear child proposed.

Early autumn weather! A pot of cold water on your head...... Ma Haowen still couldn't help but shudder when he thought about it, and his thoughts drifted to Ma Fei's five years old.

"Hehe, at the level of making the other party suffer, we are evenly matched."

Kindergarten is over, and the children are scattered. Their grandparents hurried behind with schoolbags and water bottles: "Be careful of falling." Slow down! ”

As the only father who came to pick up the child, he shouted at Ma Fei: "Little turtle, is you at this speed?" He raised his right hand, pointed at his head with his index finger, and then aimed at the child's head, and said disdainfully, "Use your brain." Swing arm. Swinging arms can make you a little faster. Swing arm! Swing arm! It's too slow! Can it be faster? ”

Ma Fei was enraged. He roared, running faster and faster past all the grandparents, past all the children who were running. Then, it hit the tree hard.

Ma Haowen closed his eyes with an "oops", couldn't bear to look at it, and then opened a slit.

Ma Fei sat dizzily under the tree, a large lump bulging out of his head. He looked at his father, and he was happy for a while. Ma Haowen was also happy.

The sun was the same as it was today.

Torchbearer Ma Haowen walked up to his son and picked him up. Who would have thought that such a red little ball of flesh and a fragrant and soft little baby could grow into such a sturdy little man?

The crowd gathered around father and son, smiling and cheering.

"Dad, why do they applaud you when you hold a torch? Aren't you afraid of bedwetting at night? ”

"Because they love their dad's job. There was no bridge here, and it was a long, long way to cross the river. Dad is a magician, and after a big magic trick, there is this bridge. When you grow up, be sure to do what you love most. That way, you can also go on an adventure anywhere on the planet with a torch. Stinky son, happy birthday......" Ma Haowen looked at his son tenderly and handed him the gift he had been holding in his hand.

"Globe!" Ma Fei grinned.

At this moment, a strange and small sound suddenly came from behind everyone. Like the sound of the rainy season hitting the gable, like the sound of burning bamboo poles, like the sound of broken branches, like the sound of snow rolling. The sound changed from small to loud, and suddenly there was a loud bang!

Ma Haowen's smile disappeared, and he turned his head away.

Everyone turned their heads away, their faces in indescribable shock. Fat Lu only felt that his scalp was numb and his legs were weak, so he sat down directly on the ground. Panda Panpan was wearing a thick hood, and when he heard the abnormality, he was still bouncing, but when he saw that everyone stopped, he also took off his hood to look.

"Oh my God."

Under the attention of the people of the city, on the first day of its official use, the Dongpei Bridge collapsed.

The lively and joyful scene just now instantly turned into a disaster movie. The crowd was chaotic, the adults screamed, and the children cried; Everyone ran around like headless flies, flowers and buntings were torn to shreds and trampled on the soles of their feet.

Only Ma Haowen stood, motionless, his face like ashes. The globe in his hand fell to the ground at some point, and it had already broken into several large pieces.

Ma Fei excitedly tugged at his father's sleeve:

"This magic is amazing. Dad, can you change again? ”