"Hua'er, let Erda comb your hair. Look, no matter what happens, we always have to make ourselves look beautiful. We're girls, not like those silly boys."

"Look, your hair has grown so long. It's good that it's long. Hair is the hair that absorbs people's worries as it grows. Why do children's hair grow so fast? It's because children have a lot of worries. But why do they look carefree? It's because their worries are all absorbed by their hair."

"Let me tell you, don't let Erda's appearance fool you, I can comb my hair really well. I just don't usually do it, because if I comb someone's hair too well, they won't want to wash it."

"How many twists should I make? Let me think... two twists will do. Two twists will make me look more energetic. If I twist three, my hair might get pulled uncomfortable when I first comb it..."

Wang Tianxiao, like an old lady, kept nagging as she combed her hair and talked to the child.

He was right.

He's very good at combing hair.

In his past life, when he wasn't busy, he would comb Wang Fang's hair, and he would also comb his wife's hair.

He has always been very skillful with his hands.

From small tasks like making steamed buns and cutting paper snowflakes to large-scale woodworking, bricklaying, and house building, etc.

He would gradually try to recreate anything he could see.

He simply didn't have the time to do it.

He also had an experience he was very reluctant to have of coaxing little girls to talk.

In her previous life, Wang Fang gradually developed depression and lost the will to live several times.

Each time, he had to work hard to pull the child out of trouble.

Wang Fang had shared with him that feeling of helplessness and pain.

Countless times, he felt extremely sad when he thought of the child's innocent eyes back then.

People are different.

When faced with the same situation, some people can easily let go of the past and start over, while others find it difficult and may never be able to get out of their predicament.

Without any external intervention, they may be forever lost in their self-imposed isolation.

Until some point, it completely collapsed.

He had no idea what had happened to Hua'er during the months she was missing.

Therefore, he couldn't directly persuade her to do anything.

People react differently even after experiencing the same thing.

Moreover, he had never experienced it.

Many adults like to impose their own psychological limits on children.

As they grow from children into adults, they seem to forget the sadness and difficulties of being children, thus betraying their childhood.

They went from disliking being treated in a stereotypical way by the world to gradually becoming people who make stereotypical demands on the world.

The hero who rebelled ultimately became the dragon.

Wang Tianxiao's childhood, adolescence, and even youth were filled with all sorts of suffering.

He couldn't get over it in his past life.

It was probably only in his last few years, when everything had settled down, his children were living happy lives, and he had grandchildren, that their innocent and lively smiles healed the deep wounds in his heart.

I gradually felt relieved.

Thinking about it, perhaps all the hardships and wandering he endured throughout his life were for the sake of a peaceful and beautiful old age.

The children live in peace and contentment, the grandchildren are lively and adorable, and they have no worries about food and clothing...

If so, it would have been better if my wife had lived.

After his rebirth, he carried the open-mindedness of an elderly person. He still had some pursuits in his career, but he hoped even more that his family and the people he cared about were all doing well.

He is willing to help everyone and to be a contributor.

Just like in his previous life, no matter what, he is willing to silently raise his hands to support the children's future.

If this world requires some people to sacrifice in order for others to have a better life.

Then let him be the one to sacrifice himself.

Who can blame him but his father?

He brought children into this world, so he should do his best to make them a better place.

The child needs to cross the river, and he is the bridge.

If a child needs to climb to the sky, then he/she is the stepping stone.

Perhaps, during countless hurried journeys, he might occasionally wonder, if he does everything for others, where will he be?

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Each generation has its own set of values ​​and cultural awareness.

Perhaps in the future, there will be fewer and fewer traditional fathers like him, and people will gradually value self-awareness and expression more, but that's a matter for later.

He neither objects nor thinks that what others do is wrong.

He simply has his own principles.

Silkworms spin silk until they die, candles turn to ash.

The afternoon sun shone through the window and reflected in the eyes of the flowers.

It was a little dazzling, and her eyes flickered slightly.

She reached out to shield her eyes from the sun, but murmured, "It's so warm."

Wang Tianxiao paused slightly, suppressing his excitement, and said softly, "The sun rises earlier in the mountains because there are no houses or trees to block it. If we were at home, we wouldn't be able to see it yet."

"Erda?"

"Yes, I'm here."

My dad is dead?

Wang Tianxiao paused for a moment, then sighed softly, "Everyone dies, and your father is no exception."

How did he die?

“More than a month ago, there was a big flood here, you saw it at home, the entire pit courtyard was flooded, your dad was hiding inside the house at the time… no one noticed…”

"Oh, drowned."

The flower responded faintly.

He chuckled softly: "It's good that he's dead."

Hearing her say that, Wang Tianxiao felt even more anxious.

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