"Call me mom." said the woman.

“…”

Su Mingan turned around and walked towards the room without looking back.

The woman thought the child was just throwing a tantrum and didn't pay much attention to it. The family of three gathered around the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala. The 2012 TV screen was a little blurry, but the grandmother was smiling happily.

"The skits on the Spring Festival Gala are becoming less and less interesting..."

"I heard that fireworks will be banned in a few years. I don't know where the news came from..."

They were cracking melon seeds and eating thousand-layer cake. Grandma stuffed a gold chain into his hand and said she would buy him a house in the future.

Su Mingan sat stiffly in his room, as if he was living in another world. Until his father touched his head and said to him:

"Thank you for your hard work. Good night."

At this moment, Su Mingan suddenly felt tired.

He blinked, his thoughts falling into chaos. He suddenly felt that it would be good to take a break, as the mission for this week had been accomplished...

He could hear a woman humming a song, soft and floating, like a lullaby soothing his soul.

"Go to sleep, little darling.

"I will be with you in your dreams,

"I will accompany you when you laugh and when you are tired,

"With me to lean on...

"Go to sleep, little darling.

"How many times will you dream about me..."

The next day, he woke up in the morning, his mind was hazy, and he subconsciously walked towards the bathroom with stiff steps.

When he was washing his face, he couldn't find a towel, and he subconsciously shouted with sleepy eyes:

"Dad, where's the towel?"

No one replied.

He walked into the living room. The dining table was empty except for a bag of instant bread and some pickled mustard. Hanging on the wall was not a color family portrait but a black-and-white photo.

There were no police uniforms on the hangers.

He turned his face away.

——Yes, my father died a long time ago.

On New Year's Eve when he was ten years old, he spent the night alone, eating bread and pickled mustard tubers and wrapped in a quilt.

He stood in the empty house, as if he had fallen from one dream into another. He squatted down and hugged his knees.

“Su Ming’an—Su Ming’an—!”

Suddenly, a voice pierced through the bottom of the sea, and the scene in front of me shattered, replaced by a blond boy.

Noel shook him awake.

Su Mingan opened his eyes and gradually regained consciousness. He saw a pool of burning blood in front of him.

"Are you okay? Were you hallucinating? I saw that you looked very relaxed, so I woke you up when it was almost six in the morning..." Noel looked anxious.

Su Mingan was silent for a while:

“…”

"You still need to take medicine..."