Huang Yusheng took out the key, thought for a moment, and handed it to his father:
"Dad, you open it."
Huang Lizhu was silent for a few seconds, squeezing out a word from his tightly pressed lips:
"Okay."
Then he took the key, trembling a little as he inserted it into the keyhole.
Twenty-one years ago.
He rented a few acres of fields and used his life savings to build a thatched cottage.
Twelve years ago, a beast tide struck.
It was also the darkest time of his life.
He stood hopelessly on a high mountain, watching his fields and home being destroyed in an instant.
What followed was a long road of escape for the family.
Unexpectedly, twelve years later, he had another chance to touch the word 'home'.
Tick-tock——
A scalding tear dropped from his eye, filled with the bitterness of life, and landed heavily on Huang Lizhu's calloused hand.
The tear that burst forth flowed along the lines of his hand, finally reaching the intersection of the key and the keyhole.
