There was also a worn-out blue notebook.
The plastic cover had cracked and fallen off, revealing the yellowed and old paper inside.
Wang Yueheng couldn't help but pick up the notebook out of curiosity and start flipping through it.
It turned out to be a diary.
It contains records of my father's monthly income and expenses before he was hospitalized.
Occasionally, I would also write down some fragmented thoughts.
This includes the anger and frustration after being scolded by the boss.
He cherishes memories of his wife who passed away at a young age.
The helplessness of a son's rebellious phase, the anxiety and helplessness after he fell ill.
And then, one of my mean and sarcastic relatives made sarcastic remarks in the group chat...
These simple diary entries filled almost the entire notebook.
Through the obscure handwriting between the lines, Wang Yueheng seems to be able to see through this diary.
Seeing the hardships and bitterness my father has experienced over the years.
The hardships of raising oneself.
The diary entries came to an abrupt end on the day her father fell and was injured.
It was as if his world had been put on pause.
Hardship and sorrow have turned my temples gray.
Looking at my father's diary filled with the marks of time.
Wang Yueheng's eyes welled up with tears as he picked up his guitar.
He was very grateful that he had finally arrived at the moment his father woke up.
It can help him begin a new chapter in his life, which was forced to pause.
"How lucky! Congratulations!"
"Those who survive a great calamity are sure to be blessed with good fortune!"
"I'm moved to tears. Bless you all. My father passed away a long time ago..."
"No wonder he said on stage that he needed money so much; it turns out it was for his father's medical treatment!"
"I always thought he was just trying to gain sympathy on purpose! I even laughed at him for being vulgar."
"If I could be as successful as him, my dad would be ecstatic..."
"Sigh, I wonder which internet cafe my son is hiding in right now, playing games..."
After learning about Wang Yueheng's father's experience.
In the live stream, comments expressing concern or emotion floated by.
Older netizens admire Wang Dongming for having such an outstanding son.
His peers, on the other hand, regretted not being as outstanding as Wang Yueheng, who was someone their parents could be proud of.
"What song should we sing..."
I wiped away my tears and returned to my seat.
As he strummed the guitar strings, Wang Yueheng looked up at the window of the ward, lost in thought.
The entire diary his father had just read kept replaying in his mind.
It gave him so much to say.
But I don't know where to begin.
"How about this one..."
After closing my eyes and thinking for a while, a flash of inspiration came to my mind.
Wang Yueheng then looked at the live stream screen.
"Our father may be stupid, unable to say some warm and touching words, and unable to express his feelings."
"But they are always expressing their concern and care in other ways."
"He used his glorious years to write us a series of prose poems full of deep love."
"A prose poem written by my father is dedicated to my father, and also to all fathers in the world."
"I hope every child can understand their father's good intentions..."
After a heartfelt speech, Wang Yueheng plucked the strings of his zither.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of a guitar melody filled the ward.
Hearing the melodious sound of the strings, Wang Dongming, lying on his hospital bed, looked incredulously in his son's direction.
This level of guitar playing.
This son is completely different from the one he remembers.
And I learned that Wang Yueheng wrote a new song specifically for me to sing.
Father Wang Dongming's eyes also reddened instantly.
This moment feels like a dream.
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