Ming Mei snorted and turned to the old man, saying, "Dad is still the best. Dad, didn't we set off firecrackers today, or was I sleeping too deeply?"
The old man replied, "I thought it was still early, so I didn't have them set off. Butler, go ahead, set off the firecrackers, set off more, to drive away the bad luck of the whole year."
Ming Mei looked at Kang Chen; she knew the old man was actually worried that setting off firecrackers too early would disturb her, so he didn't have them set off.
Ming Mei understood the old man's intentions.
Ming Mei hooked her arm through the old man's, "Come on, Dad, let's eat..."
The old man nodded, "Let's go... eat."
...
After four years, over a thousand nights, the family finally sat together again at the dining table at home, each person with a sense of nostalgia and a heart full of cherishing.
Time is magical; it separates people, but it also brings them back together.
