Many images flashed through my mind. In the picture, there is a man in red smiling arrogantly at me, there is a young man who always likes to stare at me with his black eyes for a moment, against the background of the fire, I reach out to a child who is crying in despair, and in a bamboo forest, I pass an apple to a shy guy... There is a young man with a vague face who puts the sword I forged for him across my neck and asks me: "Have you ever..." Have you ever... Have you ever been anything. I tried to open my eyes wide, trying to see the boy's appearance clearly. In the end, all he saw was a pair of obsidian eyes. He looked at me steadily and intently as before. My heart sank. I said, "No." At the end of the picture, there was a scholar-like man in a blue shirt, slowly walking toward me. The smile on his lips was the same as before. I opened my mouth and shed tears for the first time since my father died: "Dad..."
Intention: It is better not to see each other than to see each other, and it is better to be affectionate than to be heartless.