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I also think it sounds good. His voice is deep

Gentle words suddenly escaped his lips, causing ripples to rise in the depths of my heart. This is not his style; I am confident in countering his sharpness, but this version of him leaves me at a loss.

Turn on the light, the blue room is very clean, except for the bed sheets and curtains which are new, everything else has remained untouched. The wide floor-to-ceiling window faces the sea, the surface of the water is dark and gloomy, in the distance, the light of the lighthouse flickers, the sound of the waves and the faint sound of a ship's horn can be heard.

Who would have thought that in the next moment, he swiftly snatched my cup and raised it high. A surge of anger welled up in my heart, and I lunged forward to reclaim it. He saw my movement and instinctively stepped back, and without a second thought, I fell directly into his arms. The faint scent of red wine wafted into my nostrils, and my cheeks burned with embarrassment

A father and daughter with a blood relationship, who have been absent from each other's lives for nearly ten years, cannot suddenly become close in each other's hearts, regardless of who it is

"After waiting for a week, I encountered it once by chance," he replied

"Weiwei? Is that you, Weiwei? You have arrived!" He stood up excitedly, his voice trembling slightly.

My gaze has nowhere to settle, my face is cold, and I do not know what to call him

He looked at my quiet self in silence for a long time, and that flamboyant face had an indescribable melancholy in the backlight. I could not discern the source of his melancholy, just as I could not understand the meaning behind his ambiguous closeness to me.

I avoided his hand: "No need."

Then, we no longer spoke

"Who are you sending it to?" His gaze was piercing, and he was subtly mocking me. I couldn't be bothered to engage in a verbal sparring match with him.

"Hmm, literature." He leaned closer, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he looked at me, seemingly in a good mood

The aunt cooking in the restaurant is busy preparing dinner, while the television in the living room is loud, playing a variety show. Fang Xuyu is sitting to my right, with her legs crossed, watching television. I am holding a glass and sipping tea.

I had no choice but to gather my thoughts and walk inside. However, as soon as I stepped onto the stairs, I was pulled into the room by him

I only know that he has taken over my bedroom and snatched away Fang Chongyan

Come, quickly take a seat, don't just stand there foolishly. Ah Hai, call Auntie to make tea. Fang Chongyan's enthusiasm made me feel quite uncomfortable, and I awkwardly moved to the sofa in the living room

You truly remember my grudge he looked ahead and smiled helplessly

Did my heart truly long to return this much? I had thought there would be many grievances, yet I find that at this moment of truly returning, my heart is as calm as a deep autumn lake.

Leaving the living room, I went to the bedroom

With Fang Chongyan moving away, my lively childhood gradually faded and became desolate. It was then that I realized that having dislike and noise in life is also good, far better than the endless solitude and emptiness that follows, that kind of pretense of being understanding to avoid worrying my mother.

I spent four days knitting two scarves, one in gray-brown and the other in solid camel color, both using the double treasure stitch technique, which is simple yet attractive

Fang Chongyan spoke with me for a while before heading to the study to attend to his work, leaving me with Fang Xuyu.

He nodded, his dim eyes becoming moist, "Weiwei is thoughtful."

"Is it pleasant? The sound of the waves?" He asked me seriously, with his hands in his pockets, an indescribable chill emanating from him.

He has also aged, and upon reflecting on this, my feelings towards him suddenly became complex

"Alright, alright, alright..." Fang Chongyan took the gray-brown scarf, holding it in his hands and examining it from various angles, and said in a trembling voice

I pushed open the sliding door of the compartment, walked to the balcony, and stared blankly at the vast sea, listening to the sound of the crashing waves, feeling a sense of emptiness in my heart

"Let me get you another cup, the tea has gone cold." He saw the cup that was almost covered in sweat from my hand and instinctively reached out.

Fang Xuyu drove the car through the wrought iron gate and parked it in the courtyard. I noticed that the swimming pool had been cleaned and filled with clear water.

I recalled my first meeting with Fang Xuyu.

Fang Xuyu walked over, stood beside me, and gazed at the distant sea surface

As I was unsure which color Fang Chongyan would prefer, I wrapped both scarves in gift bags and placed them in my backpack, leaving the remaining one to give to Lin Jiaxuan, as he wouldn't mind

Your cup, he reminded me

I never thought I would step back into this place again. Even after many years, I still remember every blade of grass and every tree here. I have stood outside the gate many times, only to return in disappointment, and I once vowed never to come back to this place. Yet, here I am again.

At this moment, we exhibit a strange harmony

"What happened at the entrance of the cafeteria last time?" I asked

"Watch the road!" I said irritably, pointing ahead and shouting at him. He was momentarily taken aback, straightened up, casually steering with one hand while resting the other on the edge of the window.

"Aren't you coming in? I have closed the door," Fang Xuyu said to me bluntly while standing on the highest step.

We are all adept at disguise, which is why we are particularly afraid of seeing each other's seriousness

His foolish yet powerful will truly commands respect

I caught sight of the person in the living room—Fang Chongyan. He was sitting on the sofa, drinking tea and reading the newspaper, while a faint blue mist from the incense rose before him. Upon hearing a sound at the door, he turned his head, and I saw that his eyes were filled with shock

I felt both shy and angry. When I lifted my head, I saw him curling the corners of his mouth, his tone filled with teasing: "Fang Weiyang, you are thinking about another guy, and now you are throwing yourself at me?"

"Yes, I have a grudge against him." I replied angrily, every cell in my body screaming that this person is very annoying, and I do not want to be close to him, yet I have to be intimately connected with him

When he finally stopped nagging, I picked up my backpack, slowly took out two gifts, and said softly, "These are for you, choose one."

No more.

Fang Chongyan was rambling on about some matters, but I couldn't pay attention. Compared to his reaction, I might seem overly indifferent. Fang Chongyan has gained quite a bit of weight compared to what I imagined, his temples have added gray hair, and there are more wrinkles at the corners of his eyes

"Fang Xuyu, why is your mouth so vile?" The unnamed anger surged violently, and I quickly kept my distance from him, cursing him in a bad mood

With a "click," the door opened. I turned my head, and the memories of my childhood overlapped with the present youth, forming a picture, outside of which stood the multifaceted me.

"That bag." Fang Xuyu's gaze was fixed on the gift for Lin Jiaxuan, and I heard his voice filled with delight, "Is it for me?"

After class on Wednesday, I walked towards the school gate with the crowd. From a distance, I saw a car with its hazard lights on, and as I got closer, it honked at me. I frowned in annoyance, and then was shocked to see Fang Xuyu climbing out of the car, leaning against the door and beckoning me to get in.

Agreeing to his request was a mistake; my mind must have been struck by a durian at that time

He was reluctant to explain, so I tried to clarify his meaning: in order to invite me, he waited at the cafeteria entrance for a week, so was it really a "chance encounter"?

"Studying literature? I saw you coming out of the College of Arts and Sciences," Fang Xuyu asked me while driving.

In my memory, I hated him, and he hated me as well

The more Fang Chongyan brings up the past, the more difficult it becomes for me. His life is smooth sailing, his business is thriving, and he occasionally thinks about the debts he owes to his daughter. He is eager to atone, but I am not ready to forgive.

I do not know where he just went, but Fang Xuyu appeared by the door, leaning against the door frame and looking in my direction, his deep gaze seemingly bottomless. He was unusually quiet, his eyes seemingly fixed on me, yet it felt as if he was thinking about something beyond me.

Fang Chongyan is not short of money, so it is not surprising that he bought a car; however, I did not expect him to drive it directly to school

The little boy at that time sat in the room, like a lonely star in the night sky, with his drooping eyes shedding crystal-like tears. I watched as the light blue bed sheet was stained into large patches of heavy dark blue. At that moment, I did not understand how sad he was or what had happened to him

Wishing you good health I pursed my lips and said dryly, unable to muster a smile

"You can come over, I am very happy." Fang Chongyan's eyes were filled with joy as he continued, "You and Ah Hai are now attending the same university, so I asked him to invite you for dinner. I didn't expect you would actually come. Over the years, I..."

There were many vacant rooms on the second floor, yet at that time, Fang Chongyan chose to give my favorite bedroom to Fang Xuyu

Rather than simply wanting to see him, it is more accurate to say that I wish to witness his current remorse regarding his past choices. Only in this way can I console myself that it was his mistake

"Haven't you already figured everything out? Why are you still asking me what to do?" I deliberately confronted him

"Sounds good." I answered honestly

The winter sea breeze chills the bones, as the car drives onto my favorite seaside avenue. The pink wildflowers I last saw in the residential area have all withered, and the dry yellow vines creep up the gray trunks, devoid of vitality

No, you are overthinking it. I find it amusing; who does he think he is

After agreeing to attend Fang Chongyan's birthday party, I have been contemplating what gift to buy for him. One day, while walking down the street, I happened to pass by a boutique and, through the glass window, saw the beautiful yarn balls displayed inside, which finally gave me an idea