There was a wine stall by the river, but no one was passing by.
Sheng Qianmo bought wine and sat under the tree and drank it hard. The cold wind mixed with the wine that burned his throat was like charcoal fire burning his throat.
The boss came over and persuaded: "Sir, this is not how you drink wine. It's almost the Chinese New Year. If you have something sad, it will make it easier to say it, but don't drink like this."
Sheng Qianmo looked at the old man and smiled, but he accidentally choked and coughed, mixed with the hot and painful breath.
He pointed to his own heart, Qianfan's heart that had gone through so much, and then smiled faintly: "I have a wife, I have a daughter, but I can't go home."
After saying that, he laughed softly again, with a low laugh, and slammed his fist on the tree again, until blood dripped from it, and he screamed in pain: "I can't go home!"
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It was quiet in Heng Mansion, there was no sound at all.
Shu Nuan slowly opened the door and fumbled his way into the house without even lighting the light.
Her mouth was very dry. She groped in the dark, found tea, poured a cup, and took a sip. The chill penetrated every corner of her body and mind.
Her fingers were shaking slightly and she almost dropped the cup.
So dark.
The room was pitch dark, not even the moonlight could shine in.
It was as if such fear of the dark could completely envelope her whole being, leaving her with no time to think about anything else.
Shu Nuan slowly sat down in the corner of the room.
The ground was cold, but she didn't even notice it.
She slowly curled up her legs again, hugged herself, opened her eyes wide, and faced the darkness.
But not long after, she still closed her eyes tightly in fear, buried her entire face in her knees, and suppressed her crying for fear of disturbing Qingzhi who was sleeping in the next room.
However, it was extremely uncomfortable.
Special, particularly uncomfortable.
When she didn't believe that he had left, she went to search for him through mountains and rivers with innocence in her heart, but to no avail.
She finally accepted his departure, but the price she paid was that she narrowly escaped death when she gave birth to Qingzhi, and Qingzhi became unable to speak from then on.
Everyone else has a father, but Qingzhi does not.
She never mentioned him in front of Qingzhi, and Qingzhi never asked her.
She thought... it would be like this from now on.
Four years, four years.
He appeared in front of him alive and well.
In four years, not a letter, not a visit to her, not even once.
It was as if he was really dead.
It's like the feeling of being warm is not important at all.
How can I not be angry...
How to... not crash...
However, before those complicated and sad emotions came to her heart, his unfamiliar eyes were like sharp knives piercing her heart.
Uncle Sheng doesn’t recognize Shu Nuan anymore.
Those dreams and promises have turned into ridiculous jokes.
Nothing could compare to his calm words.
No matter how strong her heart is, she is just a little girl.
She also has moments when she completely breaks down.
So she huddled here, letting the darkness swallow her, for fear of being discovered.
But what Shu Nuan didn't know was that Qingzhi rubbed her sleepy eyes and stood outside the door for a long time, wanting to knock on the door, but when she stretched out her little hand, she found that the door was gently pushed open, and Shu Nuan did not close the door.
There were no lights in the room.
Qingzhi stood there for a moment, then went back to his house, picked up a lamp, and entered the house.