I lowered my head and looked at the reflection of his blue clothes in the cold pool of clear water next to the pear tree. I remember that he used to be such an emotional man.
However, all of that had been buried by himself ten years ago. It has nothing to do with me or anyone else.
And the man in white sleeping under the pear tree will never know again that he has exhausted the emotions of his life because of him.
I also know that even if a few more decades pass, I will still be defeated by Bai Yutang.
He opened his mouth and finally called out: "Father."
I will always remember that summer afternoon, when bamboo branches gently circled the pear tree, and the white tomb reflected the man in blue. The father looked back with a smile, his eyes filled with mist.
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