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<It was lucky to meet you_The hands that make things> People like fathers. I used to see them every day, but now I feel sad that I can't see them anymore. It was so fun to go to the site early in the morning, breathing in the fresh air, drinking sweet coffee and buying sweet red bean buns. Seeing them take two pieces of bread each made me feel happy for no reason, and I also felt a little cute. I was grateful that they touched up and repaired the old house, and when I saw them doing hard work like demolition or drilling, my ears hurt, I felt sorry for no reason. The way they work with a sense of professionalism in their fields, such as wood, metal, tile, painting, and electricity. The skilled craftsmanship that has been handling and handling the properties of materials for a long time. The rough hands that have protected the family. I just respect them all. The hands that sincerely touch and caress. The people who built this house with their own hands. It was great luck to meet you.