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The two looked at the endless stream of cars below, at the lights of thousands of homes in the distance, at this scene that he had only dared to dream of before.

"Do you know?"

He said.

When I was young, I had a dream.

Chen Mo looked at him.

"I dreamed that one day, there were tall buildings and cars everywhere, everyone had enough to eat, and children could go to school."

"I dreamed that one day, no one would dare to bully us anymore, and our national flag would fly all over the world."

"I dreamt that we were all happy and smiling..."

He paused.

"When I woke up, I was still in that dilapidated cave. There was still fighting outside, and people were crying and shouting around me."

He turned his head and looked at Chen Mo.

"But now, look—"

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He pointed to everything in front of him.

"The dream has come true."

Something was glistening in his eyes, but he didn't let it fall.

He just kept smiling, smiling, until all the wrinkles on his face smoothed out.

Chen Mo looked at him and suddenly felt a tightness in his throat.

He didn't say anything more.

Chen Mo didn't have any either.

But that silence wasn't because they had nothing to say; rather, it meant they had said everything.

After a long while, Chen Mo suddenly spoke.

"You mean," his voice was a little hoarse, "did you ever imagine things would turn out like this back then?"

The old man smiled.

"I've thought about it. I've thought about it countless times in my dreams."

"And in your dreams," Chen Mo paused, "did you ever think about how we—those who came after us—would think of you?"

The old man was stunned for a moment.

Chen Mo turned his head and looked at him.

Those eyes gleamed in the night, not from tears, but... intensely bright.

We miss you.

Chen Mo said.

The voice was very soft, as if afraid of startling something.

But there's something indescribable about it.

The old man looked at him for a long time.

Then he laughed.

The smile was faint, as faint as the wind in the night.

He said.

"I'm right here."

Chen Mo shook his head.

That's not what I meant.

He said, his voice slightly choked.

"It's...it's those who aren't here. Those who couldn't see these things. Those..."

He couldn't continue.

The old man reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"I know."

He said.

He turned around and looked at the lights.

"They're all here."

Chen Mo looked at him.

The old man pointed to the windows with lights on in the distance.

"They lit every single lamp."

He then pointed to the people walking on the street:

"Everyone carries their own bloodline."

He turned his head and looked at Chen Mo, his gaze gentle yet profound.

"Young comrade, there are countless people like me. Some have left, some are still here. But regardless of whether they have left or not, there are always people who will continue to do what they wanted to do."

"Look at this city, these lights, these people—this is what they want to see."

As Chen Mo listened, he finally couldn't hold back his tears.

He lowered his head and wiped it with his sleeve.

He didn't say anything, he just stood next to Chen Mo, keeping him company.

The night breeze carries a slight chill, but also the warmth of countless lights from homes.

After a long time, Chen Mo raised his head.

"I'm sorry," Chen Mo said, "I..."

He waved his hand.

"Why are you crying? Cry if you want to. Being able to cry means you still have a heart."

He paused, then smiled.

"Only those who are mindful can live a good life."

Chen Mo sniffed and smiled.

The old man looked at him with eyes full of love.

"Young comrade," he said, "I accept what you just said."

He turned around and looked at the lights in the distance.

"I will bring them too."

The old man patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Alright, it's time to go. If you don't go back soon, your partner will start to worry."

Chen Mo nodded.

The old man turned around and slowly walked forward.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Young comrade," he said, "take care, and thank you for the meal."

Chen Mo stood there looking at him and nodded vigorously.

The old man smiled and waved to him.

Then he turned around and continued walking forward.

His figure gradually blurred in the night, finally disappearing into the distant lights.

Chen Mo stood there, gazing in that direction for a very long time.

The night wind blew by, carrying the echo of those words.

"I will also convey your message about today's events to them."

Chen Mo looked down at the candied hawthorn he had just bought at the night market.

It's red and shiny.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and walked back.

There were people waiting for him at home.

-

As you push open the door of the inn, you are greeted by warm yellow light.

"Brother-in-law!" Little Sizi was the first to rush over. "Why were you gone for so long! Sizi was so sleepy!"

Her eyes lit up when she saw the candied hawthorn in his hand.

Wow! Candied hawthorn berries! And candy!!!

Chen Mo squatted down and handed her the candied hawthorn.

"Here. Someone gave it to you."

Little Sizi took it, took a big bite, and asked indistinctly.

"Who is it?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment and then smiled.

"That grandpa."

Little Sizi blinked, took another bite, and didn't ask any more questions.

Li Lizhi came out of the kitchen, looked at him, and asked softly.

"He's gone?"

Chen Mo nodded.

Li Lizhi walked over and gently took his hand.

His hands were a little cold, so she cupped them in her palms and gently warmed them.

"Is it cold outside?"

She asked.

Chen Mo shook his head.

"It's not cold."

He just stood there, letting her hold his hand.

Little Sizi was already lying on the coffee table, intently eating candied hawthorns, her little face full of satisfaction.

The room was warm and cozy, and the aroma of food still lingered in the air.

The night outside the window is very deep.

But inside, it was very bright.

Chen Mo suddenly spoke.

"Beautiful".

"Um?"

"We're living a really good life."

Li Lizhi looked up at him, her eyes crinkling.

"It's pretty good."

Chen Mo lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.

Xiao Sizi glanced up from the coffee table, chuckled twice, then lowered her head to continue eating her candied hawthorn, pretending she hadn't seen anything.

"Who...is he?"

Li Li questioned.

Chen Mo remained silent for a long time.

Then, he said softly.

"A person who is...incredibly, incredibly, incredibly great."

Li Lizhi paused for a moment, then didn't ask any more questions.

She simply squeezed his hand tighter.

Little Sizi suddenly said.

"Brother-in-law, will he come again?"

Chen Mo stared at the door, remaining silent for a moment.

Then he chuckled softly.

"Yes, it will," he said. "It definitely will, sooner or later."

Chen Mo said softly.

"Their generation, in one generation, lifted up our sun..."

Chen Mo looked at Li Lizhi.

"Now it's our turn!!!"

Chen Mo paused, then looked up.

The night outside the window is deep, and I wonder when the sun will rise.

but……

A determined glint flashed in Chen Mo's eyes.

No matter what happens, the night will eventually pass and the sun will eventually rise.

Sooner or later... a new sun will rise.