"I have two daughters."

Uncle Jiang, who was sitting in the reception room of the Space-Time Administration, said to Lin Yi with a heavy face, "But neither of them would acknowledge me."

Lin Yi and his assistant nodded sympathetically: "Are they unfilial?"

Uncle Jiang slumped his shoulders dejectedly: "They are all good. It's me, I am not a good father."

Lin Yi made an 'understood' expression and gestured to his assistant to pour Uncle Jiang a cup of hot tea. Then he said to him sincerely, "If you have any requests, you can talk to us. We have experienced professionals here who can go back to the past on your behalf, remedy your regrets, and repair your broken family ties."

Uncle Jiang's eyes were filled with tears as he tightly gripped the teacup in his hand: "My eldest daughter, she is a big star,..."

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In early summer of 1999, in front of the coffee shop at the south gate of Jiangzhou University.

Jiang Bie Ming nervously adjusted his collar and hem in front of the glass door. He was wearing a formal suit in such hot weather, just because the person he had an appointment with today was his ex-wife whom he hadn't seen for more than 20 years.

The woman from northern Shaanxi named Qiu Sanmei was his first love when he was working in the countryside of northern Shaanxi.

On National Day in 1977, when she was 21 and he was 22, they held a simple wedding in the village.

The sweet love lasted only 20 days after the wedding when news suddenly came that the college entrance examination had been resumed...

In early 1978, Jiang Bieming received the admission letter from J University. On the same day, he filed for divorce from Qiu Sanmei.

In fact, since the news of the resumption of the college entrance examination came, Jiang Bieming has been deliberately distancing himself from Qiu Sanmei. The day after the news of the college entrance examination came, he moved back to the educated youth institute from Qiu's house on the grounds of convenience for study.

Moreover, they had only held their wedding in the village and had not yet obtained a marriage certificate.

Now that he says he wants a divorce, there are actually clues.

Qiu Sanmei looked at him intently for a long time, then agreed with tears in her eyes.

The next day, Jiang Bieming couldn't wait to leave northern Shaanxi with his luggage.

For the next twenty-one years, they heard nothing from each other.

Jiang Bieming felt guilty and was very curious about Qiu Sanmei's purpose. He thought seriously that if she encountered any difficulties, he would definitely help her.

Even if it is, it's for the friendship we had when we were young.

The girl in my memory had the warmest smile and the most lively eyes. She must have lived a very happy life over the years.

Look at himself again. His wife went to jail for embezzling public funds, and his daughter, who should have been dependent on him, simply refused to obey his discipline and became a little gangster, never coming home all day.

Despite still holding the empty title of associate professor, he had already become a loser in life. A middle-aged, divorced, greasy loser with a big belly!

Pushing open the door of the cafe, a comfortable breeze blew in. The waiter kindly guided him inside: "Sir, are you the only one?"

Jiang Bie Ming shook his head slightly: "My friend should have arrived."

He quickly scanned the coffee shop and quickly locked onto the figure in the blue skirt. "Found it."

Jiang Bie Ming walked up to the person in the blue skirt and was stunned: "Sorry, I recognized the wrong person."

After saying that, he started looking at the other guests. Could it be that they haven’t arrived yet?

"Teacher Jiang, I'm Qiu Sanmei's daughter, Jiang Qiuying." The girl in the blue skirt stood up and said to him with a smile, "Please sit down."

Jiang Bieming looked at the smiling face, feeling a little uneasy. "Your last name is Jiang? How old are you?"

Jiang Qiuying's smile deepened. "Yes, I took my father's last name. I was born in 1978, on July 13th. I just turned 21 this year."

Jiang Bie Ming looked at her in disbelief and said with difficulty: "So, your father, what's his name?"

"You are my biological father, no doubt about it." Jiang Qiuying sighed softly, "Don't worry, Teacher Jiang. I have no intention of disturbing your family. I just came to say goodbye."

Jiang Bie Ming looked at the suitcase next to her seat: "Where are you going? Is your mother okay?"

Jiang Qiuying smiled and nodded: "My mother is fine - she is very happy now."

Jiang Bie Ming seemed a little at a loss: "I didn't know your mother was pregnant at the time..."

Qiu Ying shook her head. "It's okay. We've been doing well these past few years. How about you? How are you doing? Do I have a younger brother or sister?"

"Yes, you have a younger sister who is still in junior high school this year." Jiang Bieming said to her.

Perhaps she noticed Jiang Bieming's embarrassment, or perhaps she was really in a hurry, Qiu Ying looked at the watch on her wrist and said, "Teacher Jiang, I have a plane to catch, so I have to leave first."

"Oh, okay, I'll take you there." Jiang Bie Ming quickly stood up with her.

Qiu Ying, however, pulled up the suitcase and said with a smile, "No need, Teacher Jiang. Taking the subway is more convenient as there's no traffic jam." Seeing that he was going to send her off, Qiu Ying pointed to the bar and said, "I ordered a few cakes, but I don't have time to finish them. Please pack them up and take them back for my sister. Don't waste them."

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"This is the only time I saw her in my life," said Mr. Jiang nostalgically.

The assistant cooperated and asked, "What happened next?"

"I later learned that her mother had passed away that summer due to illness, and she, then a sophomore and four months pregnant, had dropped out of the university where I taught."

The assistant handed Uncle Jiang some tissues and gestured for him to wipe his tears: "Didn't you look for her?"

Uncle Jiang was extremely sad and slapped her face: "I have been looking for her for five years!"

Assistant: "Found it?"

Uncle Jiang: "I guess so. She went to Hong Kong and became an entertainer. I occasionally see her on TV."

Assistant: "Haven't we met again?"

Uncle Jiang choked up as he said, "Later, the police came to identify the body."

The assistant also shed tears for Yu Ying: "She's dead?"

Uncle Jiang nodded.

The assistant took out a thick contract and placed it in front of Mr. Jiang: "Don't be sad, we will help you turn your life around. If you have any wishes or requests, you can put them forward."

Uncle Jiang sat upright. "My future wife said she regretted marrying me the most. My youngest daughter said she hated me and her mother for giving birth to her. My ex-wife never married, raised our eldest daughter alone, and eventually died of breast cancer. Qiu Ying suffered the most. I wish my ex-wife and Qiu Ying good health and happiness."

"Mr. Jiang, what are the standards of health and happiness that you are talking about?" Lin Yi, the emotionless task machine, began to haggle with 'Party A' on words.

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