My mom's affair with Old Huang next door, the whole village old and young are waiting to see our family fall apart.

Old Huang is a widower, repairing electric bikes in town, his wife died over ten years ago, and he has three daughters at home, the youngest of whom has had two children.
No one expected my mom to get involved with such a person.
That night at 2 a.m. my dad came home early from work, opened the bedroom door, and it was empty.
His Wuling Hongguang, which had been running for twelve years, was still on, the engine ticking and humming, he sat in the driver’s seat smoking half a pack of Red Tower Mountain cigarettes.
Then he locked the car, took out a steel pipe from under the seat, and walked across the river.
My dad has been driving trucks for twenty years, stubborn and tough, never taking a loss.
He squatted behind Old Huang’s house wall until dawn, hearing the rustling voices inside, the steel pipe in his hand making his knuckles turn white.
My dad