At the end of the 20th century, a burst of baby crying broke the quiet night of the night, bringing smiles to the faces of people waiting nervously outside the operating room door. "Congratulations, it's a young man. The mother and child are safe. The child and mother will be out soon." The doctor's congratulations completely reassured the people waiting outside the door, and they happily gathered around to discuss this little life that had just come into this world. But Fang Zhiqiang couldn't be happy. He didn't know when that day would come. He didn't know what would happen on that day. He didn't know how to face this little life that had just come into the world, Fang Fang who had just given birth to a child for him, and the Fang family who were very kind to him. I didn't know, I didn't know...
Three months later, that day came. Although Fang Zhiqiang knew that this day would come, he still felt that it came so suddenly. It was so sudden that he was at a loss. He stared blankly at Fang Fang standing in front of the window, blankly watching everything that happened here, everything...
Five years later, Fang Zhiqiang looked for Fang Fang and his son everywhere like crazy. He didn't know why they left. They left as if they had disappeared from the world. He couldn't find why...
In the fifteenth year, Fang Zhiqiang found Fang Fang and his son. He looked at the perpetual calendar on the table. It was almost sixteen years. How have you been in these sixteen years? I won't let you leave this time. I won't...
In the sixteenth year, Fang Zhiqiang recognized his son, but did not... No...
He wants to pursue his own happiness.