She couldn't see an elderly woman, far away, alone in her empty house, looking forlornly at her disconnected phone, gazing at the starry sky, tears welling in her eyes.
"My dear wife, our daughter has grown up and doesn't need us anymore. I'll come and stay with you after I've seen her get married. Please wait for me."
The flickering lights in the house seemed to drag along a lonely, thin figure; he limped along, looking so forlorn.
Tang Jia hung up the phone and was about to review the contract in her hand when suddenly, she heard loud crying outside.
She was startled and quickly ran out to ask.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
A girl is currently crouching under the desk, crying loudly.
"Jiajia, I...I miss my dad, I miss my dad."
Tang Jia was stunned for a moment. She knew that the girl in front of her had lost her father several years ago. Just as she was about to say something, the song on the girl's phone suddenly caught her attention.
"Time, time, please slow down."
"Don't let her get any older."
"I would give anything for it."
"In exchange for your eternal youth"
"A father who was strong-willed throughout his life"
What can I do for you?
Please accept this small token of my concern.
"What...what...what song is this?"
Before Tang Jia knew it, tears had already filled her eyes. In her mind, her father was very young, and she was very small. Her father holding her hand was her sense of security, a big tree, and a solid support.
He carried her to school on his back, wading through water, climbing mountains and snow, and crossing rivers. He was strict, but also kind.
In her mind, her father has always been young, but as time goes by, is her father really young?
Only at this moment did she suddenly realize that her father had grown old.
Yes, I've grown up too, but a father is still a father.
In an instant, she realized that she hadn't been home for three years and rarely called her father. Every time he called, he was impatient. Thinking back to what had just happened, she couldn't hold back anymore and started sobbing.
Tears fell like pearls.
She turned and went to the bathroom. At that moment, she decided to go home. To hell with the project, to hell with making money. There were many things in this world that were more important than that. Because some things, once gone, are gone forever.
With trembling hands, she picked up the phone and dialed the number. At that moment, she was actually a little nervous.
"Hey, daughter, what happened?"
The voice on the other end sounded anxious and full of concern.
Perhaps it was because it was so late, or perhaps it was because she hadn't called home in a long time, that made her father think that something must have happened by calling.
"Dad! Dad!"
At that moment, Tang Jia cried out loudly, her voice trembling with tears. Although her father was old, he was still her only support and the person who loved her the most in the world.
"What's wrong, my dear daughter? Don't cry. Dad's here, Dad's here. Tell me slowly. I'm coming to Chengdu-Chongqing right now. Dad's coming right away."
The voice on the other end was anxious, aged, trembling, and accompanied by coughing.
"Dad, I'm fine, don't worry, I just miss you so much, Dad."
"Dad, you stay home and wait for me. I'm coming back now. I checked, and there's another flight at 2 a.m. Wait for your daughter."
Tang Jia cried, bought a ticket overnight, and flew back to the place where she grew up.
Such scenes are happening all over the country right now, and even Chinese newspapers are publishing commentaries in the early hours of the morning.
"Tonight, China is sleepless. We have witnessed the complete rise of Chinese pop music thanks to one person. Every song by Chen Feng can transport listeners to different scenes, which is the charm of music. His latest song, 'Father,' has further inspired the filial piety of Chinese people. This is the power of music. We hope that there will be more and more singers like him in the Chinese music scene."
"I can't take it anymore, really, Chen Feng, you're not human! My whole family was crying their eyes out because of your singing. I'm crying and comforting my whole family right now."
"The greatest fortune in this world is to have someone answer when you call out 'Mom and Dad'."
Not only the songs, but even the comments brought tears to my eyes.
Autumn Leaves: "My father passed away many years ago. I was not married when he passed away. At that time, my father's greatest wish was that his children could all get married and establish their careers, and that he could hold his grandchildren as soon as possible. But his life ended too soon. In the end, he did not live to see that day. This is his regret and our guilt."
Wearing mourning clothes: "My father died of cancer. We tried everything we could to treat him, but in the end we were powerless to help."
He likes sweets: "With parents alive, life still has a source; with parents gone, life only has a destination. While parents are still alive, we should take good care of them."
The Wandering Butterfly: "We may have found our parents annoying because they nag, complained that they don't understand anything because of the generation gap we can't bridge, and treated them badly and had a bad temper because of work problems, relationship issues, or bad moods."
Looking back: But once you lose them, you'll understand that being able to hear their nagging in your ear is a kind of happiness, and being able to hear their response when you speak is already lucky enough. Especially after having children, you'll understand even more the hardship and difficulty of raising children, and know how much they worried and suffered.
@LittleApple: "After my dad passed away, my mom has been helping my younger brother take care of his kids at home for the past few years. During the day, when the kids are at school, she often sits alone by the door..."
Are you polite? "I used to not feel anything when I saw old men on the street. But ever since my dad passed away on the Lantern Festival, a day when everyone is reunited, I envy his children when I see old people on the street. It's so good to have parents."
Qingshui Xiaoxiaoyao: "My mother has been gone for 10 years. Thinking back to the first few years after she left, I was married and my younger brother was working in another city. Whenever I had time, I would go home and see my father standing alone at the door waiting for me. Tears would just fall down on their own, and I would have to wipe them away before I got close. When I left, I would cry as soon as I got in the car. At that time, my father was very listless. Fortunately, my younger brother went back to our hometown and found a wife there. Now we have a son and a daughter. My father's spirits are getting better and better. It is a blessing for children to have healthy parents."
Looking back at the city: "My father has been gone for more than four months. Today I went home to sweep his grave. I cried for two hours on the two-hour journey. When I got to the village entrance, I tried my best not to cry anymore, but I really couldn't hold back. Every time I came home, my parents would meet me at the street corner. Every time I left, my parents would stand at the street corner until they could no longer see me before I went back. Now only my mother is left. Looking at my mother's lonely figure, I miss my father even more. That kind of pain is really indescribable."
These comments, one by one, are all about life, about the sadness and pain that everyone must experience.
The entire internet crashed; this was the first time the entire internet had crashed. Even Yang Zhi picked up the phone and called his father.
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