I didn't say anything, I just silently smoked.
Old Mi continued, "Now that you're with Xiao Ye, I know it's not appropriate to mention Lu Jia... but I still don't think she's a heartless girl. It must be that you didn't try to stop her when she left."
With a heavy heart, I replied, "She's not someone who breaks up easily. Since she said that, she must have made up her mind. If I keep her here, I'll only be hurting her... Dad, I really did my best with Lu Jia and me. Her leaving only means we're not the right people for each other. I can't give her what she wants in Shanghai... So, letting go is also a way of fulfilling her wishes!"
After saying that, I swallowed hard again... I'm not cold-blooded. If there's even the slightest chance, who would be willing to give up three years of feelings!
"Is it really that hard for young people these days to go through some tough times together?"
"Difficult, very difficult..."
Old Mi patted my shoulder, then pulled out the supermarket shopping bag he'd been carrying with him from under the table. He took out a large bag of sunflower seeds and placed it in front of me, saying, "You loved eating these when you were little... Knowing I was coming to Dali to see you, your mother spent the whole night kneading them... Actually, we didn't come to blame you, we just wanted you to live a good life... Seeing that you're doing well in Dali, and your friends are loyal, we won't say anything more... Your mother and I are getting old... From now on, you'll have to walk your own path; we can't help you anymore!"
I held the heavy bag of sunflower seeds in my hand, tears welling up in my eyes. I wanted to express something. But the next moment, Old Mi asked me to leave his room, saying he was tired and needed to rest.
...
The next day, I drove Ye Zhi's car to take Lao Mi to the train station. I wanted to buy him some local specialties from Dali to take back with him, but he absolutely refused, thinking I was wasting money. I felt really bad, and even more so, I felt like I wasn't a good son.
When he arrived, his bag was full, but when he left, I couldn't put anything in it...
Even after the train had traveled a long way, I still hadn't left the train station when Lao Mi sent me another message: "When I get home, remember to call your mom... In Dali, take care of yourself and eat on time. No matter how important this job is, it can't compare to your health."
The tears I'd been holding back since yesterday finally fell. I wanted to put something in his bag even more... but when I looked at myself, my hands were empty!
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