So, a man and a bicycle rode into the city with the lights on every lonely night, repeatedly going around one street after another.

But I just don't want to go home.

…

How much do you miss watching your dad’s back from the back seat?

The back figure in my memory is broad and great.

Hong Jinwu cried.

A muscular young man with short hair was covering his face and feeling extremely uncomfortable.

He still remembers that when he was a child, his father often picked him up from school...

Until that day.

My mother came to pick me up in advance and asked myself with a smile, Dad or Mom, you choose one.

Hong Jinwu made a choice.

…

Later, the father rode his big black bicycle to pick up the little boy from school for the last time. On the way, he asked his son why he chose this way.

That day, it rained heavily.

The little boy was sitting in the back seat, hiding in his father's raincoat, with his eyes open and a confused look on his face.

At that moment, my father’s back looked majestic.

But he rode very weakly.

…

…

ps: I'm a little stuck, but I don't want to just perfunctory, delete, delete and modify, so I wrote this short chapter with difficulty, and there is the next chapter, but it may be very late, good night everyone!

Hepburn downstairs said
Chapter completed!