In Wu City, Su Yunshan had just returned from practicing Tai Chi in the park and was about to have lunch when his phone rang.
"Hello, Hao Qiang?"
Seeing that it was Su Haoqiang's number, Su Yunshan answered the phone.
"Yunshan, it's me..."
Over the phone came a voice filled with the vicissitudes of life, hoarse and aged.
"Is that... Dad?"
It had been almost thirty years since he had heard his father's voice.
Su Yunshan felt a sting in his eyes, and tears began to well up.
"Yunshan... After all these years, do you still hate me?"
Su Henian asked somberly.
"How could I, Dad!"
Su Yunshan quickly shook his head.
"Not dare? It looks like you still resent this old man whose half his body is already in the grave!"
Su Henian said with a sigh.
"No, Dad... I've truly let go a long time ago. After all, I'm already sixty!"
Su Yunshan said, wiping the corner of his eye.
When he had left Hong City, he was a spirited young man.
In the blink of an eye, thirty years had passed.