That Sofa

Lu Qiang was sitting in a rental house in a village in the city, with the red letter "Shop Permanently Banned" hanging on his computer, with less than a hundred yuan left in his pocket. There was a brown sofa leaning against him. He had touched the leather with his own hands, and the stitches had not been opened for three years. When he was fifteen years old, his father squatted in the yard building a wall and told him that he had no money to go to high school. The aunt put the money into his schoolbag and said don't tell your father. Later, he went to Dongguan and entered a furniture factory, learning cloth cutting and leather touch from a master, and became the youngest factory director. Later, I saw the trend of online stores and invested all my savings in selling shoes. Half a year later, I received a permanent ban - the pair of "genuine leather shoes" opened up and there was cardboard inside. As soon as the factory stood up, the warehouse burned down. Lu Qiang stood on the ruins and made the first phone call to his father. My father said that if the wall falls down, it can be rebuilt. Just wait and I will come over. My father arrived in Dongguan carrying a tool bag from thirty years ago and said that the wiring on your wall was all crooked. Lu Qiang said, then you teach me. Later, Lu Qiang learned that his father had also stayed in this city for three months, working in that factory. Later he registered a brand named Dafu. The brown sofa was moved from the rental house to the new house in my hometown. The father sits on it to bask in the sun every day, hugging his grandson, and slowly curves the corners of his mouth.