My son wanted to support his relatives but his parents were gone. My mother lived a hard life. Seeing that it was time to enjoy the happiness, she suddenly had a heart attack. At the funeral, I sobbed and scolded my naughty son. The old man was mum and had no expression. The old man didn't say a word for a long time. He got up to pack his clothes and murmured: Your mother has gone, it's no point, I'm going to take a walk around the country. I won't be serious, right? Seriously, you see, I've bought all the air tickets. I'm anxious: Dad! You're in your sixties, what if you get sick, who will take care of you? Let's take root in your heart. I looked at him in a daze, and couldn't help but feel sad. He hugged him and cried loudly.