□□ Fifty years old, retired fitter, can hold a wrench but not a mobile phone. At his son's funeral, he saw a bald head for the first time - that was his son's own choice. There was only a black notebook left in the dormitory. The title page said "To that old man who never understands what I say", and the last page had two words: "very tired". Inside he found the beginning of an unpublished novel - "Return to the Ruins". So he sat down. Use one finger. Written for my son. He didn't know how to write a novel, but he knew how to take it apart. Open books, measure water towers, draw structural diagrams, and throw a lifetime of fitter skills into a fictional world. He doesn't know what his son has experienced, but Zhang Yue in his novel - the young man who traces the truth for the welder - is getting to the answer step by step. Readers say the water tower is real. Said the maintenance report was true. Said "Are you writing a true story?" He didn't answer. But one ID posted a comment: "Stop writing." He glanced at his wife who was knitting a sweater, and remembered that his son walked 23,000 steps on the last day. Then he opened the document and continued typing. This is the story of a retired benchworker who writes a novel for his dead son. It is also a story about a father digging out "why" inch by inch with one finger.
Intention: Every word he typed for his son was saying something that was too late to say.