Who has passed through whose youth, leaving behind a smile.

Who has stayed in whose flower season has warmed the memories.

Who disappeared from whose rainy season, tears flooded.

In the single room of the hospice hospital, Wang Shenhai got off the bed and climbed up to the window sill with difficulty.

By the time he sat down on the windowsill, he was out of breath and looking pale.

The setting sun on the horizon shines on everything as usual, without sadness or joy.

The sun created the solar system. After its birth, it relied on its strong gravity to capture cosmic meteorites, dust and other materials, and kneaded eight planets including the earth and Mars.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the sun is the father god of the eight planets.

Without it, the eight planets would not appear and would not be able to condense into shape.

Without it, the eight planets that have lost their protection will wander into the universe one by one, with unpredictable fortunes. In the best case, they will be captured by other celestial bodies and become satellites, but in most cases, they will only be torn apart by huge celestial bodies.

"Yang Fan, look at this sunset. I remember the year I graduated from college, I went back to school to get my diploma. The night before I left, I sat on the window sill of my dormitory and watched it. It is the same as before, it has not changed at all." Wang Shenhai likes gentleness.

of sunshine, and the world under soft light.

He wanted to share it, but after searching the entire address book, only Yang Fan could share it, so he took a photo of it and sent it to Yang Fan.

After receiving Wang Shenhai's message, Yang Fan replied: "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk."

After seeing Yang Fan's message, Wang Shenhai put down his phone and stopped disturbing him.

Yang Fan still has a lot of work to do, and there are many people to take care of, and he is a person without a future.

After graduation, he ran around here and there, traveling all over the country, but he didn't gain much. It wasn't until he came to the mountain city that Wang Shenhai felt that his life had some meaning.

However, now he missed his parents so much that he opened his address book countless times and wanted to call his parents, but in the end he held back.

After cutting off contact for more than a year, how could all the efforts be wasted at this critical moment?

Not disturbing was his last act of filial piety and tenderness to his parents.

I really want to eat the miscellaneous noodles made by my father again, sleep on the warm bed made by my mother, have a good sleep, and wake up to a new day, a day full of hope.

Although his parents could not give him the best in the world, they tried their best to give him the best within their capabilities.

Wang Shenhai remembered a story he had seen.

A gentleman stopped his car in front of a flower shop and planned to order a bouquet of flowers from the flower shop to send to his mother who was far away in his hometown.

When the gentleman was about to walk into the store, he found a little girl sitting on the road crying. He walked up to the little girl and asked gently: "My child, why are you sitting here crying? Where is your family?"

"I want to buy a rose for my mother, but I don't have enough money," the little girl said sadly.

The gentleman felt very distressed after hearing this.

"That's it..." So the gentleman took the little girl's hand and walked into the flower shop. He first ordered a bouquet for his mother and then bought a rose for the little girl.

When he walked out of the flower shop, the gentleman became kind again and said to the little girl: "I'll drive you home."

"Do you really want to take me home?" The little girl looked up at the gentleman.

"Of course." The gentleman smiled.

"Then you can take me to my mother's place. But uncle, my mother lives far away from here."

"It's okay." The gentleman waved his hand.

So, the gentleman drove in the direction pointed by the little girl.

Unexpectedly, after walking out of the main road in the city and walking along the winding mountain road, he came to a cemetery.

The little girl placed the flowers next to a new grave. She walked a long way to present a rose to her mother who had just passed away a month ago.

The gentleman was silent, and after sending the little girl home, he returned to the flower shop again.

He canceled the bouquet he wanted to send to his mother, and instead bought a large bouquet of flowers and went straight to his mother's home, which was five hours' drive away.

He wanted to give the flowers to his mother in person.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone gently on his body. In a daze, Wang Shenhai saw that he had also returned to his hometown, dragging his wounded heart and embarrassed body.

My mother always locked three locks on the house at home for fear of being robbed.

By the time Wang Shenhai returned home, it was already late at night, and the weak light seeped through the cracks in the door.

He knocked gently on the door, but found that the door was unlocked.

He opened the door.

Mother's thin body curled up on the cold bed and fell asleep with a distressing look.

"Mom!" Wang Shenhai's voice became more choked up.

Hearing her son's cry, the mother opened her eyes with joy on her face. She held her son's hand and said happily: "Hai, you are back, you are finally back..."

"Well, Mom, I'm sorry, it took me so long to come back." Wang Shenhai's eyes were red: "Mom, why didn't you lock the door today? What should I do if someone breaks in?"

Mom replied: "It's not just today. I was afraid that you would suddenly come back at night and not be able to enter the house, so the door has never been locked in the past two years."

The mother has been waiting for her son to come back for two years, and the decorations in her son's room are still the same as before.

Dad made Wang Shenhai a bowl of his favorite miscellaneous sauce noodles, which tasted just like before.

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On a vast sea area, a huge old ship was sailing, surrounded by more than a dozen large ships of different sizes, old and new.

Finally, the old ship stopped.

It doesn't look dilapidated, on the contrary, it looks new.

However, it has reached the age of being scrapped and its interior is severely aged. If it continues to be used, it will not guarantee the life safety of the people on board.

In recent years, many scrapped fishing boats have been disposed of in an environmentally friendly manner and sunk into the sea as artificial reefs, reducing the waste of resources caused by dismantling fishing boats and selling them for scrap.

Artificial fish reefs can improve the ecological balance of the sea, create a good environment for marine life to inhabit, and provide a place for fish to breed, grow, and feed, thereby achieving the purpose of protection, proliferation, and increase in fish catches.

This year, Dongnae City scrapped more than 100 fishing boats. Unlike in the past, only more than 30 were dismantled this year, and the rest were used to build artificial reefs.

The number of scrapped ships is now being reduced as much as possible, and the number of scrapped ships thrown on the reef is increased to build a "fish and shrimp paradise".

This old ship parked on the sea is not a fishing boat, but a cargo ship.

It once galloped on the Pacific Ocean, rode the wind and waves on the Atlantic Ocean, and cruised in the Arctic Ocean.

Its life is a legendary life.

But now, it has stopped, and the surrounding ships have also stayed on the sea.

Suddenly, a whistle sounded, long and far-reaching.

Then, the old ship tilted, and slowly sank to the bottom of the sea amidst the neat and solemn whistles all around, and the legend of a lifetime came to an end.

Yang Fan was about to call it a day and get in the car to go back to the hotel when he received a call.
Chapter completed!