C154 Song

When I walked over, my father gestured for me to sit down. I sat on top of the bamboo vine. The chair emitted a reluctant creaking sound, which made it seem even more crisp in this stuffy room. I thought of my mother's nervous tone at the door. In my heart, a faint feeling rose. I didn't know why my father had come to find me.

My father looked at me, put down his pen, and walked up to me