In the brightly lit cloth house, Butong gently unscrewed the door of the old cloth man and walked in with light steps.

there is a dim sleep light on the head of the bed, and it hits Mr. Bu's quiet and peaceful face.

Butong squats beside the bed, reaching out to touch his old hand, but he is afraid to wake him up and dare not touch him.

the girl's tears couldn't stop falling down her face.

she was lying by the bed, looking at her grandfather's wrinkled face, and remembering the scene when they were living together, her tears were even worse.

it took a long time for Butong...