My name is Yi Chun, and to be honest, it’s a name I can’t complain about.
In fact, my mother asked fortune tellers, and they all said that I was short of water and should be given a name similar to water.
But in the end, my name was determined to be Yi Chun...
When I asked my father, he said something like "Spring, the beginning and end of a year, is a link between the past and the future." Something like that was half-understandable.
But it’s normal. After all, if you have been in the education industry for too long, you will always have some problems like this.
My father is an ordinary teacher, just like countless teachers in this position.
Years of education work has enabled him to write fairly well.
But other than that, there's nothing else outstanding about him.
Ben alternates between school and home, playing the role of teacher and father.
Or rather, there is a husband?
I rarely see my father smile, his expression is always calm.
This is probably the only bright spot besides his unremarkable educational ability?
He is not sociable and has no bad habits.
In his free time, he always teases the litter of civet cats at home.
Since childhood, my father has always fulfilled my requests.
He was basically not cruel to me, but I was still afraid of him.
Perhaps this is because the role of a father always provides an invisible deterrent to his children?
I don’t understand. Later, when I became a father, I still don’t understand...
My family conditions are nothing worth mentioning in this busy city.
The efforts of my father and grandfather only allowed our family to gain a firm foothold here.
But I still have to be busy with things like family affairs and daily necessities.
When I was young, I also had some absurd dreams.
But after experiencing some things, I realized that dreams are just dreams.
When I was young, I also met a girl I was attracted to.
I have forgotten her name, but I still vaguely remember that she likes to wear white skirts.
Have I forgotten or not?
I guess I don't know, even now I'm almost in my grave, I still don't understand...
I know that many people think that I am a stubborn guy, and they even think that I am an "old tradition" like my father...
But how could they know that I, an old man, was once a powerful character on a certain server of an online game?
When I was in my 20s, I met a girl who was similar to me after being introduced by my mother.
I think that's about it, and she later became my wife.
At that time, I was actually not sure whether I liked her.
But I really don’t have the strength to struggle, so I think that’s it…
Later, she gave birth to a son for me.
I was so happy at that time that I was able to decide on a name for my son.
But obviously, my aesthetic sense of naming is not very good either.
In the days that followed, my son also complained to me.
But I didn't respond to him because his arrival made me even busier.
Between work and family, my days feel like a planned schedule.
It tore away page after page until at last the pale panel was left...
I knew I was about to die, and the calls from the doctor and my son became extremely distant.
Then, I died...
But I'm not sure, because I'm still conscious and I think I can still save him.
If the doctor calls me a few more times, I think I might be able to say:
"l"m back."
But in the end, I completely lost control of my body. I could no longer control everything - even just a finger or my skin.
But I can feel them becoming colder as time goes by, passing by bit by bit...
I am very lucky that our family still maintains the custom of burial:
I complained about this before because it cost us a lot of money.
But now I feel that cremation is actually not bad, but I am a person who follows tradition.
My body was placed inside the coffin, which must be very rough. Anyway, I don't think it would be more comfortable than a sofa.
But fortunately, I don't have to worry about that now...
I'm tired of hearing their cries and I think it's time to end this tiring life.
Perhaps, that soul full of passion and energy has stayed in a certain youthful day forever.
It probably doesn’t like a life full of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, and sour and hard work...
People left amidst the sound of firecrackers.
Only darkness and insects keep me company.
I heard a rustling sound next to me, and I was a little worried that it was a rat.
I started looking through the fragments of knowledge I had seen, and I was a little worried about what would happen to my body:
I don't like eating mice, but I don't like being eaten by them even more...
But at this moment, someone seemed to be approaching again.
I look at him, he looks at me...
I think, this should... be my father??
"Father……"
I called him, just like the joy and... trepidation I felt when I gave him a handful of Frostmourne as a gift.
I have never thought about becoming the Lich King, but if my father could wake me up from the grave, I think I would be willing to do so.
Even if it is to become a frozen forgotten person, it is at least better than lying in this cold tomb.
Unfortunately, he never responded to me.
I am afraid of my father, and I have known this from beginning to end.
"a hundred years……"
His voice is still like the voice that has settled in my memory.
Now that it sounded, the trance returned to the past again.
His expression was as calm as he remembered, but there seemed to be something new flowing behind that calmness.
I somehow feel that my father's mood is a bit complicated at this moment.
Is it because of my death or the death of my mother?
I don't understand, just like I don't understand my whole life...
Some people always say that a son is the continuation of his father's life.
But I think I'm not, because I think my father's life is independent.
Yes, this was suddenly realized during the years when I gradually felt the call of death.
In those seemingly ordinary actions, he always maintained a certain detached vision.
He stared at the world coldly, almost ruthlessly.
Is there a trace of tenderness in his heart:
I don't know whether he...has ever loved his mother.
Like, I don't know if I ever really loved my wife...
Love? Marriage?
I feel a little tired, these things make me feel tired.
Because always longing for things you can't get will make life more painful.
I remember it was said in the Buddhist scriptures that this is called "suffering without seeking"...
Time seemed to move faster, but my father was still standing there.
But the sunrise and sunset seem to speed up.
I think I'm about to die - a real, complete death...
I knew that maybe my consciousness was being interrupted indirectly, because those pictures were all abrupt.
I realized that maybe every scene might be the last scene I could see.
And finally, I saw my father standing there, but he was looking in another direction.
I think maybe he is missing his mother...
Then, I saw a glimmer of golden light, overflowing in my father's eyes...