I Lost Everything That Year

Ever since I was a child, I remember that my father was always very busy. Although I didn't understand what my father was busy with all day and all night, what I clearly remember is that when he rarely took a nap at his desk, he would occasionally touch my head with his huge palm, and then tell me to remember: If he can stay busy like this, then my mother and I can live a leisurely and comfortable life, and our family can continue to be carefree. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.