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An old father who has already thanked his head walks towards Victoria Bay step by step with a blurred look in his eyes, towards the end of his life.

He was so obsessed with death, the night was already deep, there was no one on the empty beach, and the cold sea water gradually soaked his clothes, but he still walked forward persistently.

This old father's family is not well-off, and the ticket to Baogang was exchanged for a kidney cut off from his body.

Of course, the purpose of his trip is not to come to this international metropolis for sightseeing, but to realize his precious daughter's dream of chasing stars.

The old man who is dying is called "Yang Bailao", and his baby daughter is called "Lizhi", and the purpose of their trip is very simple, just to take a photo with their daughter's idol.

"Hey, you're dead just a few more steps, come on. A high-pitched voice roared behind Yang Bailao.

"Leave me alone, you just let me die. Yang Bailao replied in a depressed spirit, when he said this, he did not look back, and naturally he did not know who the person behind him was.

"Hey, how can you be as strong as a cow, I am kind enough to save you, but you kid is so unappreciative!" After saying that, the man took out a medicine gourd from his waist, and after "receiving" the land, he took "Yang Bailao" into it.

In the spiritual world, in the face of the immortal with mana, Yang Bailao, who is mortal in the flesh, can only be obediently committed, in the process of being sucked into the gourd, Yang Bailao first felt dizzy, and then a long period of free fall, in this process, this ordinary middle-aged man who has lived for most of his life, experienced a sense of pleasure that he has never had. Just when Yang Bailao was in shock, he landed safely.

"Yo, isn't this Lao Yang? Where have you been after all these years?" Aunt Fang, Uncle Wang, and the neighbors on the street all came together, and they surrounded Yang Bailao with a blank face like looking at a diorama.

"What, have I been gone for many years?" asked Yang Bailao in astonishment.

"It's been seven years, Lao Yang, you haven't been home for seven years, go and see your wife and daughter, they can't live anymore. "Aunt Fang counted.

"Yes, Lao Yang, you said that you are not mixed, what have you done all these years?" Uncle Wang followed.

However, in the face of everyone's accusations, Yang Bailao was speechless, he was slow to reflect at this time, and he had not woken up from the rapidly changing life scene at all.

Although he couldn't explain it clearly to the street imitations, Yang Bailao still remembered the very familiar way home in front of him.

"Hey, big brother, I'm back, half a roast goose, two pots of soju, take it, take it. Ah Liu poked out his round head from the kitchen window and shouted at Yang Bailao, who was drooping his head at this time, lowering his head, thinking about something.

"Oh, it's Ah Liu," Yang Bailao raised his head when he heard the familiar voice, and then walked towards the Ah Liu Hotel opposite, after looking at the familiar place habitually.

"Big brother, where have you been in the past seven years?" Ah Liu asked.

"Hey, Ah Liu, I really don't know how to say it. Yang Bai replied with a bitter face.

"Oh, big brother, it's good to come back, it's good to come back, this is your favorite roast goose and soju, you take it. Ah Liu said, and ordered his partner to send a big fat goose and two pots of red sorghum.

"Ah Liu, but this money?" asked Yang Bailao with a sad face.

"Hey, big brother, what kind of money are our brothers talking about, let's talk about eating, let's talk about eating. Ah Liu said and sent the roast goose and soju to Yang Bailao's arms.

"What kind of line is this?" Yang Bailao resolutely refused.

"Ah, Brother Yang, you can accept it, when you first built this store, you also made a lot of efforts, this time you come back, we have nothing to give you, you can accept it." Ah Liu's daughter-in-law came out to help.

In this way, Yang Bailao couldn't push it off, so he had to cheekily accept the gift of Ah Liu and his wife, and then, with a roast goose in his left hand and two bottles of liquor in his right hand, he came to the door of his house seven years ago, and then habitually knocked on the door three times.

"Grandpa, who are you looking for?" a tall, thin little girl in a pink dress of about thirteen or fourteen years old walked out of the window and asked through the security door.

"Oh, little girl, how long have you been living here?" asked Yang Bailao in a kind voice.

"It's been about six or seven years since our family moved in, old man, who are you looking for?" replied the little girl.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay. Yang Bailao said, then staggered and picked up the soju and roast goose, turned around and went downstairs.

It turned out that only half a month later, due to the economic evidence, Yang Bailao's baby daughter hastily sold the house that the old couple had worked hard for a lifetime to make a cost price.

When he walked to the gate of the community, Yang Bailao met the kind old security guard Li Youde, and then, under the leadership of Li Youde, when the sky was about to darken, Yang Bailao found his wife and daughter who had been separated for seven years in a dilapidated low-rent resettlement house.

It was a small wooden cubicle of less than 20 square meters, and the room had no furniture other than a single couch, not even a TV.

Because, Yang Bailao's daughter Lisui dropped out of school at the age of sixteen and began to chase stars, and in addition, her later troubles were blown up by the "Nandu Weekend", and after seven years of disgrace, Yang Lifei still did not fail to find a job.

The mother and daughter, who have no source of income, can only live on the state relief fund of 730 sheep money per month, and even if it were not for the appearance of the chairman of the Women's Federation, the mother and daughter would not even be able to rent the current habitat.

"Liu Tianwang, you bastard, I chased you, even my father died, you should come out and apologize. You should apologize to me, apologize to me!" she muttered to herself as she sat on the couch idle, for seven years, the only thing she had thought and done was such a meaningless thing.

"Ayu. Yang Bailao called his wife affectionately in a deep voice, and as soon as he spoke, his old tears welled up.

"Ang, old man?" his wife, Ayu, raised her head in search of her voice, and then stared at her for a long time, silent for a long time.

"Dad~" Yang Li turned around privately and shouted in shock. At this time, her slightly weathered face was full of mixed tastes of surprise and consternation.

Afterwards, the family hugged and cried.

In the world, there is such a man called: Dad.