It rained in the coffee shop and I met a girl
When he returned home that night, the study door finally opened for him. His father's temples were white, and the soup made by An Ye was still hot.
He ran away from home for a year, not because he was rebellious, but because no one told him which side he should stand on.
He took back the note in the iron box. The letter was from his mother. The words were very gentle: "Come back when you are tired."
He didn't go to choose sides, he went home.
