It was not until many years later that Fang Beisheng, who was now a father, understood the determination and reluctance in Fang Shu's eyes that day. Just like people can never have youth and the feeling of youth, he regretted why he didn't hug her for the last time or keep her. She was clearly hurt, but she still chose to say goodbye to all of them with a smile in the end.
Later, many years passed.
A girl with braids sat on the cashmere carpet holding a photo album that was larger than her. She flipped through the pages with her short fingers and read them carefully.
"Huh? Dad, who is this beautiful sister?"
Fang Beisheng glanced at her, and then there was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, "Xiao Yu, this is aunt."
"Aunt?" The little girl looked at the 18-year-old Fang Shu in the photo and said happily: "Aunt is a dancer!"
In the old photo, Fang Shu fluttered her sleeves and made a posture like a horse riding on a flying swallow. This was her first time performing on the stage. Her nervousness could be vaguely seen in the tense face in the photo.
Who took this photo?
The answer is self-evident.
Fang Beisheng touched his daughter's hairy little head and recalled the scene when Fang Shu left home:
"I want to know as a father, have you ever treated me like your daughter? Even for a day?"
Is there any?
Is there any?
Dad, why were you silent then?
The sea of stars was brilliant, and in an instant it was as silent as the Dead Sea.
Time was silent, but it answered all the questions.
