Introduction
"Professor Xia." The young man in black called softly, but then became mute. He didn't say anything more, and just put down a handful of red roses in his hand.
The handsome man in the black and white photo is smiling and seems to be really happy for the young man's arrival.
The young man looked at him silently for a while, then turned and left the cemetery.
The cool wind carried the light rain and fell on the red roses, adding a bit of beauty to the red color.
"After all, I still don't understand the romance of red roses." The low and hoarse voice dispersed with the wind.
"Father."
Concept: The world may not be that good, but it's not that bad either