The camera turned and it was already a train heading off into the distance.

Zhang Chuntao sat by the train window, and Tang Yue's singing rang in her ears:

[A long, long time ago

You own me and I own you

A long, long time ago

You left me and flew into the sky

The world outside is wonderful

The world outside is helpless

When you think the world outside is wonderful

I will sincerely bless you here]

She finally left her hometown and went to the capital.

When the audience thought that Zhang Chuntao's college life would appear under Zhang Yiling's lens, they found that three years had passed quietly.

Zhang Chuntao, a junior in college, looks much more mature. A woman who has learned how to dress herself up is much more beautiful.

Whenever she walked on the path in the campus, she could hear the sound of whistling.

But today, Zhang Chuntao didn't have time to pay attention to these energetic male college students. Instead, she jogged all the way to the telephone booth on campus.

Phone cards are unfamiliar to many viewers.

After Zhang Chuntao dialed the number, a woman's voice came from the other end:

"Hello, who are you?"

"Mom, it's me! Is my dad okay? Why is he in the hospital?"

Huang Ying was sitting at the door of the hospital. When she saw Zhang Chuntao rushing over, these two women, who had some similarities in their eyes and eyebrows, hugged each other for the first time without any quarrel.

"It's okay, your dad will definitely get better."

Zhang Chuntao listened to her mother's comfort, but felt it was so pale.

When she walked into the ward and looked at the skinny man lying on the bed, she couldn't connect him with her father at all.

In her memory, her father always seemed to be the strongest one. He was like the big tree in the yard, standing tall and unyielding, forever protecting the family from wind and rain.

But Zhang Chuntao forgot that she would grow up and her parents would also grow old.

Looking at her father's pale and weak face, Zhang Chuntao's tears, which she had been holding back for a long time, finally burst out at this moment.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Zhiyuan had been in a coma for the past few days, but today he woke up as if he had sensed his daughter's return in advance.

"Dad is sick, you came back to see him."

Zhang Chuntao tightly grasped the shriveled hand, which was only left with a layer of skin, and was unwilling to let go for a moment.

"Dad, you have to get better soon. We agreed that after I graduate, I'll take you to the capital!"

"Well, Dad will do his best. Chuntao, you must stay in the capital and don't look back! Dad, Dad is really happy to see you getting better and better..."

Zhang Chuntao had no choice but to bite her lip and agree, and a few crystal clear tears fell on the back of her father's hand.

Su Yin's interpretations of the two cries were completely different. The time she ate dog meat, her tears felt like revenge, an outburst of suppressed forbearance. Her performance revealed the traces of a young woman who had just reached adulthood.

This time, however, she cried out of longing for her loved ones. She cried with heartache and regret. The two cries portrayed completely different characters.

Many moviegoers were so moved by the emotion that they couldn't help but cry.

Zhang Chuntao's crying did not succeed in keeping her father. On the third day after she returned home, her father passed away.

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She stood in the hospital corridor, looking at the bright sky above her head, her eyes so confused.

For the first time, she began to doubt herself. If she chose to stay here like Xiaohua and the others, would it change everything?

She didn't know the answer, but she still remembered her father's last words: keep going and don't look back.

At her father's funeral, Zhang Chuntao saw Xiaohua. She came alone and was said to have divorced Zhang Xin the previous year and was now a single mother.

Skinny Monkey didn't come. It seems he joined the army.

Zhang Xin was involved in a gang fight years ago and almost lost his life. His leg was broken.

Brother Long came out of prison and opened a small shop. I heard that people are very kind now.

In three years, Zhang Chuntao found that the city had not changed, but the people here had undergone earth-shaking changes.

She left this time, but she didn't know when she would come back next time.

…

"Grandma, so after you finished college, you decided to go abroad?" The little boy lay on the edge of the bed, very interested in the stories of his grandmother's youth.

"Yes," the old man laughed. "At that time, I had no ties in China, so I thought it would be better to go abroad. In those days, college students like us still yearned to go abroad."

"Oh, Sydney is far worse than Beijing now! Then grandma, were you a singer before?" the little boy asked curiously.

"Singer? Who said that?" Grandma herself was stunned.

"Grandpa, Grandpa said he got to know you after hearing you sing."

"Your grandfather is just talking nonsense!" Grandma laughed to herself. "But when I first came here, I did sing in a bar for a while to save up for living expenses."

…

Zhang Chuntao stood alone on the street in a foreign country, but her eyes were extremely determined.

When she stood in this position, it would be a lie to say that she had no regrets.

Language, skin color, and culture are all invisible barriers.

Although she received a full scholarship, she still had to face the high cost of living in developed countries.

So Zhang Chuntao walked into a very formal bar, which was recruiting resident singers.

The working hours will not affect her studies and the salary is not low. It is indeed a very good choice for Zhang Chuntao.

"Are you here just to apply for the job?" The white boss looked at Zhang Chuntao and approved her without even letting her audition.

The reason is simple: she is beautiful. Thanks to her beautiful face, Zhang Chuntao got the opportunity to sing here.

But when Zhang Chuntao performed on stage, she found that her unique skin color had become her characteristic.

"Oh, that Chinese girl, she's so beautiful!"

"Oh my god, her body is so hot, I really like her!"

"Is she the new resident singer? I don't know if she sings well or not!"

Zhang Chuntao was nervous. The last time she performed on stage was when she was six years old and her parents asked her to perform a talent in front of relatives.

Holding the microphone, Zhang Chuntao felt her hands trembling.

For a moment, she suddenly thought that it would be better for her to just run away, and then find a new job washing dishes in a restaurant would be nice.

At this time, a familiar Chinese sentence appeared in the audience.

Only when Zhang Chuntao came to a foreign country alone did she realize how exciting and happy it was to meet compatriots.

"Come on, you can do it!"

The boy was very handsome and he kept applauding Zhang Chuntao.

Encouraged, Zhang Chuntao finally held the microphone tightly.