Chapter 315

Shuya didn't know until now that she was the one who bore the most grudge, and her father never bothered with her.

Why didn't she guard at the door after sneaking home in the first year? Why didn't she come back the next year? How could she conclude that her father would still drive her out of the house.

She thought her father would drive her away. She thought her father didn't forgive her. She thought her father locked the door just to be when she didn't exist.

The room was quiet, with only Shuya's sobs.

Han Mo's eyes fell on the notebook not far from the desk.

Shuya also noticed the book beside her.

The black book is a little old. It has been used for a long time.

In addition to Shuya's photos, the ones on the desk are basically the same, including Shuya's books, pens and some small objects.

But the black book was not what she had before. Shuya wiped her tears and opened it slowly.

There are two words written on the title page, Shu Qiang.

So this is my father's book.

Shuya paused for a moment on her father's name, hesitated, and continued to turn back a page.

"Today, I saw Xiaoya on TV. I'm really excited. I saw her for the first time in more than a year and secretly went to Beidu twice. I walked aimlessly on the broad and prosperous streets of Beidu for a long time, but I don't know where she is. Now, Xiaoya is playing a TV drama. I can find her news in the future."

"There is Xiaoya in the list of main creators just released. This is her first time as a female owner. I hope the child can live up to expectations. An old man is really embarrassed to watch youth love TV dramas. He will watch them secretly tomorrow. This is my girl's first starring role. It's a historic moment."

"Today's 0:00 premiere, Xiaoya has entered the film industry. First sleep for a while, get up at night and go to the cinema to see the 0:00 premiere. She hasn't been to the cinema for decades. She's really a little embarrassed."

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Shu Ya looked at it page by page. Every page was densely filled with words. There were dates on each page. All the contents were about her. Every sentence, every word, every punctuation mark. Her father's words were gentle, spoiled and proud.

Han Mo stood behind Shuya, his eyes wandering on the diary.

Every text is so simple, but it is frightening. He once thought that his feelings for Shuya can be compared with Shuqiang. He can do many things for Shuya. Until now, he found that what he did for Shuya is far less than one ten thousandth of his father's.

The love for my daughter is more profound and profound.

"I just knew that I had cancer. I was really helpless. I never thought I would have anything to do with cancer. In fact, I was very afraid. I lived all my life and was afraid for the first time. Not afraid of death, but there are many regrets and ashamed of Shuya. If God gives me another chance, I must boast Shuya and tell her that she is my father's pride. I will care more about her and spend more time to understand her.

But it's too late. I know death is quietly approaching me. Death is not terrible. I'm just afraid I can't see Xiaoya again. If there is an afterlife, I hope to be her father again and tell her how much I love her... "

This is the last piece of diary. Shuya closes her diary and suddenly gets up and runs out of the room.

At this moment, Shuya doesn't want anything. She just wants to run to her father. The cold wind is passing by her ears.

The streets are full of Thanksgiving specials, Thanksgiving advertisements and Thanksgiving programs.

People are noisy, but they forget the meaning of the festival itself.

Shu Ya hates why she didn't go home earlier, why she waited until her father got cancer to visit, why she was so stubborn in those years, why she didn't insist on calling home, and why she didn't answer and call twice, twice, three or four times.

If she could come back earlier, if she knew her father's mood earlier, if she could understand and tolerate more at the beginning, would there be different results now, and would there be no regret.

Too many why, too many ifs, but life has no ifs, and we can't start again.

Her father spent his whole life telling her the depth of her father's love, but she didn't have time to say how much she loved him.

The operation is still going on. Shu Qiang lies peacefully on the operating table, his eyes closed, but there is a happy smile on his mouth.

Shuya stood at the fork of the road, with people coming and going in a hurry.

Suddenly a familiar voice came from above the big screen in the building from afar.

"Always ask for it from you, but never say thank you

It's not easy to understand you until you grow up

Every time I leave, I always pretend to be relaxed

Smile and say "go back, turn around and wet your eyes with tears"

Shuya suddenly looks up. What is playing on the big screen is a Thanksgiving micro movie. It has been played to the end, and the theme song slowly rings out.

She can hear this voice at once. It's Han Mo's voice. The voice continues. It's low and magnetic. It doesn't have any skills. It tells the story in the song simply.

The big screen has long been surrounded by people. Many people started watching it before the micro film was broadcast. Originally, they just took a glance, but they stood in front of the big screen for half an hour.

Shuya's heart was severely shocked and couldn't take another step.

Like many people, she doesn't understand her father. Until now, she knows that her father is that even if you achieve excellent results, he won't praise you too much. Even if you become more beautiful, he won't directly praise you for your beauty, but when you encounter difficulties, he will always encourage you; He will always take care of you when you are ill. This is my father. He may not speak much, but love is sincere.

Shuya continues to walk to the hospital, but the song floats in the air in southern Jiangsu and hovers over the city. No matter where she is, you can feel and listen to his voice.

"Slow down, don't let you grow old again

I'll trade everything I have for your years

Life strong dad, what can I do for you

Little care, take it "

Shuya has slowed down. She firmly believes that her father will succeed in the operation, because he hasn't heard the expression of Shuya's love for him.

Because there are still many things that have not been done, which only belong to their father and daughter.

This song hovered over southern Jiangsu, but moved thousands of people.

"He is the first man to hold me. He is the first man to hear me cry and see me laugh. He is the first man to call me baby. He is a man who I believe he will fulfill his promise. He dares to tell me that he will accompany me to the end. He thinks I am the best and best man no matter whether I am wrong, beautiful or ugly. His name is: Dad! "