As soon as the lights come on, there are more and more pedestrians on the street. People hurried on their way home.

The people of this small town stopped working, and the real nightlife was just beginning.

The lights on the stage were shining, and He Beifan stood in the center of the stage and sang emotionally.

He has always dreamed of having such a stage where he can show his strengths. Now, he has.

This is an incomparably precious opportunity for He Beifan.

Therefore, even if he is tired and drags several layers of skin, even if he stands for several hours a day and sweats profusely, it doesn't matter to Beifan.

"Sing one more, sing another." The crowd below was in a commotion.

He Beifan sang hard, sweat coming out of his cheeks layer after layer.

He didn't stop until the tavern was almost closed.

"Yes, young man, it's been a hard day." Boss Chen walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's not hard, it's what I'm supposed to do." He Beifan waved his hand.

They walked over to the bar and sat down.

"Look, young man, I don't know your name after you've been here for so long? ″

"He Beifan."

"He Beifan, you look very young. Why didn't you finish your studies and instead chose to sing in a bar? ”

Boss Chen seemed to feel that his question was a little direct, and added: "Of course, if you don't want to say it, it's okay." ”

"Because I like it." The boy looked at the man in front of him rather frankly.

"Like. Is it just because you like it? Boss Chen asked rhetorically.

"Hmm." Bei Fan nodded.

"Like, that's enough.

I love music and I see singing in bars as a pleasure, it's not just a means of making ends meet, it's the value of my life.

On the contrary, my studies are just a means for me to survive, and they cannot give me happiness, so how can I realize my self-worth? ”

"Beifan, have you thought about your future life plan?"

"Thought. Make your own music, make record albums. ″

"Yes, you are a very thoughtful and ambitious young man, I am optimistic about you."

"Thank you. By the way, the boss I should go back, if I don't go back, the owner of my hotel should be worried. ”

"The owner of your hotel?" Boss Chen looked at him with some surprise.

"That's right." Bei Fan nodded.

"You're not going home?"

"Oh, I've been away from home for a long time.

I work in a restaurant during the day and sleep there at night, and that's my second home. He Beifan explained.

"And homesickness?" Boss Chen asked.

"I think. But I can't go back. Beifan's eyes were a little red.

"Why? They must miss you a lot. ”

"Because my dreams don't allow me to do that." The boy shook his head helplessly and stood up:

"Boss Chen, I have to go, otherwise Uncle Lei and they should be worried."

As he spoke, He Beifan waved his hand to Boss Chen and walked out of the bar.

Bei Fan just walked out of the door of the bar, and rushed desperately in the direction of the hotel.

When he ran to the hotel, the boy was already out of breath.

In the huge streets, he ran alone and crazy.

In addition to the street lamp above his head to accompany him, the boy felt lonely like never before.

Whole streets of storefronts. It's all closed, except for the restaurant on the corner.

For some reason, Beifan saw the light at the door of the store, and tears came out of his eyes.

On such a dark night, it is a great happiness if someone is willing to leave a light for you and is willing to wait for you to come home.

He Beifan felt that his legs were no longer his own, and he ran forward without any breath.

Beifan had just walked to the door of the hotel, and was greeted by a kind and slightly tired face.

"Beifan, you're finally back. I thought something had happened to you, and I was in a hurry. ”

"Uncle Lei, aren't I coming back, what can happen?" He Beifan gasped for air.

"Son, why are you panting so hard? Come, sit down and rest for a while. ”

Uncle Lei said, comforting He Beifan, and busily poured him a cup of tea.

"Uncle Lei, aren't I afraid that you will be worried?" Bei Fan said with a little guilt.

"This kid is really sensible, and I'm afraid I'm worried.

Beifan, remember. In the future, if it's late, don't run, walk back.

I've been singing for hours, how tired you are when you come back, look at your sweat.

If it's late, you'll come back, and no matter how late it is, I'll be waiting for you. ″

Saying that, Uncle Lei patted the young man's shoulder again, "I haven't eaten at night, are you hungry?" If you want to eat, Uncle Lei will make it for you. ”

"Uncle Lei", Bei Fan lowered his head and sobbed quietly, "Why are you so good to me?" ”

"Hey, it's all young men, why are you crying?" Facing Beifan's tears, Uncle Lei was a little overwhelmed.

"Did you know? In this world, you are the only one who will wait for me to come home and care about my hunger.

Even my mother never had. Beifan whimpered quietly.

"Okay, Beifan, don't cry. You're also the most competitive kid I've ever met. ”

The man's warm, big hand landed on the boy's shoulder, giving him strength.

"I'm going to cook for you, make your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs. You sit here and rest for a while. ”

With that, Uncle Lei walked into the back hall, "What's wrong with me?" ”

A man has never felt so loving, he has never liked a child so much.

Looking at Beifan's eyebrows, he seemed to see himself when he was young, stubborn and fearless.

From Beifan's body, Uncle Lei even experienced the joy of being a father.

When I was young, I was stubborn and rebellious, and I felt that children were a burden

And how much he wants to have a child of his own now.

He was willing to love him, love him, and accompany him through the journey of life, but he didn't.

Unconsciously, the middle-aged man's eyes were also moist.

The smell of oil smoke soaked his nostrils, and he couldn't help but sneeze twice.

After the dish was fried, Uncle Lei put out the fire and brought the dish out.

"Eat, good boy." As he spoke, he brought the dish to Beifan and handed him the chopsticks.

Beifan was really hungry, he chewed heavily and swallowed his tears into his stomach along with his meal.

"Kid, I'll tell you something." As soon as the man's words came out, he seemed to hesitate.

"It's okay, Uncle Lei, what are you talking about?"

"Beifan, look.

I, Guo Lei, am middle-aged, have no children and no daughters, I am very lonely, and I also want to have a child of my own.

You're so young, and when you leave home, there's no one to help you.

You have to go out on your own, and when it rains, you don't even have someone to hold an umbrella for you.

But I Guo Lei can, I can wait for you to go home. If something happens to you, I can protect you.

Although, maybe I Guo Lei doesn't have any skills, but I support your music dream.

Maybe, I can't help you with anything, but there's nothing wrong with having someone help you.

So, child, I would like to ask you, would you like to be my son?

If you want, I will do everything I can to help you, and I am very happy to experience what it is like to be a father.

Of course, I respect your personal wishes, and I won't force them if you don't want to.

After all, it's just my personal thoughts, okay, kid? Guo Lei's heart was very worried.

In the hazy eyes of tears, Beifan whimpered quietly, "Dad, your cooking is so delicious."

I am so blessed to have such a dad who loves me. ”

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

It seems to fill the gap of love in the teenager's mind. Bei Fan never seemed to call anyone "Daddy." ”

He had never seen his father since he was born.

He didn't even know what the man looked like, whether he was tall or short, whether he was as generous and loving as the man in front of him.

"Beifan, my child, thank you. I am also very happy to have a child like you. ”

The man covered his face with his hands and shed tears of happiness.

"Sleep, kid, it's so late. It's time to go back to your room and rest. ”

"Then go and rest, I'll go later. Good night, Dad. Beifan was a little excited.

"Then I'll go to sleep, and you can rest early, child."

Seeing Guo Lei walk into his room, He Beifan walked to the counter and took down a notebook from it.

Although the guitar was placed in the corner, the boy still regarded him as a treasure.

Beifan carefully took the guitar off the cabinet, for fear of breaking it by mistake.

The boy sat alone in the hall, writing something in his notebook with a pen.

While playing, he sang and revised in his notebook from time to time.

I don't know how long later, Guo Lei came out of the room to go to the toilet, and saw the young man still holding his beloved guitar and singing.

"Beifan, Beifan, it's so late, why haven't you slept yet?" Guo Lei walked over to the boy.

"It's okay, Dad, go to sleep! I'm really not sleepy. ”

"How can this work? Relying on his youth, he stays up late every day, and his body is gone? ”

Guo Lei poured a glass of milk, heated it in the microwave for a while, and put it in front of He Beifan:

"Oh, milk, drink it while it's hot."

"Thank you, Dad." Beifan replied politely.

"Thank you, thank you? What's the relationship between the two of us? I think I'm your father, what's polite?

How can a son drink his father's milk and say thank you. ″

"Dad, go to bed."

"I don't sleep. I see what my son is writing? As he spoke, he looked at the sheet music in his notebook.

"Beifan, what are you writing, why can't I understand it?"

"I'm composing music!"

"You kid is talented, and he can compose music at such a young age." Guo Lei exclaimed.

"Dad, if you don't sleep. I'll sing it to you. ”

Guo Lei applauded.

The small restaurant is filled with the magnetic voice of a teenager:

"When I first met you, I was destitute.

Your bowl of fireworks has ignited my hope.

In this world, you have lit a light for me.

You say, I'm the most promising teenager you've ever met.

And in my eyes, you are the most loving father in the world.

I was the most depressed person, with nothing, living on the streets.

I am the happiest person to have nothing but your love.

You are my umbrella on a rainy day, giving me incomparable warmth in a small space.

You are the nourishment of love, filling the void of love. ”

Early the next morning. "Beifan, Beifan, get up, the sun is drying your butt." Guo Lei knocked on the door of He Beifan's room.

Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, Guo Lei was a little worried, and he twisted the door open.

Bei Fan's face was pale, and he was lying on the bed weakly, but he struggled to sit up:

"Okay, Dad, I'm up."

His voice was so hoarse that Guo Lei seemed to understand.

"Beifan, what's wrong with your throat? Do you have a cold? ”

"I guess sore, my throat hurts." Beifan's hoarse voice made people feel terrible.

"Beifan, Dad shouldn't call you, if you feel uncomfortable, just continue to sleep."

Guo Lei said, walked over, and wanted to cover him with a quilt.

The boy waved his hand with difficulty: "It's okay Dad, I can do it, there is still so much work waiting for me to do in the store." ”

As he spoke, he put on his clothes and was about to get out of bed.

"Beifan, Beifan." Guo Lei held him down, "Be obedient, have a good rest, there is no shortage of manpower in the store." ”

"Dad." Beifan broke free of his hand, "I can do it, this illness is nothing to me at all."

If I stop working because I'm sick, how can I support myself? ”

"But......" Guo Lei seemed to want to say more.

Beifan interrupted him: "It's nothing, Dad, I won't miss any work I should do." ”

With that, Beifan put on canvas shoes and walked to the hall downstairs.

"Alas, this kid." Guo Lei sighed softly.

The man felt that his heart was particularly uncomfortable, and he hoped that Beifan would truly regard this place as his home.

And although Beifan agreed, he seemed to be separated from him.

He is willing to take care of the sick boy, but Beifan is too independent and refuses to rely on anyone.

Beifan walked to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water. He looked at himself in the mirror and said to himself:

"He Beifan, I want you to cheer up a little. What is this little illness, I want you to get through it. ”

Thinking that he completely ignored the pain in his throat, he began to work.

Bei Fan threw the mop and dragged the floor of the hall hard, and layers of sweat beads seeped out of his cheeks and smashed to the floor.

He felt his throat cripple, and it hurt so much that he couldn't speak.

But Beifan didn't have time to drink saliva.

He was dragging it, and the mop was snatched violently.

"Obedient, sit down, and drink the cup of hot milk on the table." Guo Lei gently patted him on the shoulder.

"I ......" He Beifan originally wanted to say something, but he didn't have enough strength.

"Well, go ahead, kid." Guo Lei repeated.

Beifan sat down at the dining table, the sweat on his head still falling down.

He picked up the milk glass on the table and took a sip, the milky smell was tangy.

He swallowed greedily despite the cry in his throat, and saw that there was still half a cup of hot milk left in the cup.