There is a kind of love, engraved in the bones, fused into the blood. That heavy parental love is higher than the sky, deeper than the earth, and it has always been selflessly giving.
This love is also like a kite, one end is the parents, and the string pulls at the children. If it drifts too far, some strings can't withstand the changes of time and space and may break.
Zhang Guoqing didn't want that string to become too old and worn out, so he carefully guarded it, hoping for his parents to leave their homeland and for the family to reunite. But reality is too difficult. His parents held onto many thick strings, also protecting his brothers and sisters.
Sounds of chaotic footsteps came from the Zhang Family Courtyard, with Mother Zhang's suspicious muttering. Soon, the door flew open, revealing Zhang Guoqing's familiar face.
