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My name is Su Mu. This is my later name.
Dad is a small engineer. In his memory, he always doodles on snow-white paper with cheap pencils. Ten years ago, someone met him and called him Xiao Chen. Ten years later, I met my father at the newsstand in Tianqiao that day, and the aunt who sold the newspaper called him Mr. Chen. I always call him dad. But that time, I quietly turned around and let him go from the other side of the bridge. I didn't call him again, and finally I was left to help him live a quiet life. When I was a child, my mother always said that time is the fairest. If it takes something from you, it will give you another one after a long time. I have always believed this truth. Although I have made countless deals with life that are not worth the loss, because I have no reason to believe this ugly woman, I don't know how long it will last after a long time. This concept is really vague to me. She worked hard for me for half her life, crying and laughing for decades.
Before I was ten years old, I lived in a very wet alley and walked along the green tunnel to the end. The red house next to the courtyard wall was my home. Standing on the stone road, you can see the ivory balcony. My favorite pot of Clover is on the hollow railing. When the wind blows, it will jingle. Mom said that sounds good. After ten years old, the red house was sold to a lucky couple. ...