Years later, on the streets. The man has become an old man with white hair.
He wanders the streets,
A woman who looked exactly like her back then rushed towards him: Are you Sun Daming?
Man: Who are you?
Woman: I am Ning Ning! Do you remember me?
Man (frowning a few times): Remember... How do you know my name? Did your mother tell you that?
Woman: No, I saw this name on the parent's receipt. My mother never told me who my father was, only his name.
I remember that at every parent-teacher meeting when I was a child, I would imitate my father's unknown handwriting to write the name that had been in my heart countless times.
I still remember the first time I saw you, you were holding a sharp knife in your hand and looking at your mother with a fierce look on your face. I was afraid that I was in a hurry, so I used the excuse of holding oranges to stand in front of my mother.
You may not have heard my mother say something behind my back: Sun Daming, you may never know that you also have a daughter named Ningning.