Chapter 84 This is my son
In a dream.
There was nothingness all around.
The boy sat on the ground, not paying attention to his surroundings.
The voice in my heart is infinitely amplified.
He can't die, his mother will be sad.
If he lives, it will hurt his family.
What should he do? What should he do...
"Fang Jiachen! What are you doing, you little brat!"
Fang Jiachen was startled by the sudden voice.
It wasn't because someone scolded him, but because this voice was so familiar.
It was the voice he had recalled countless times over the past few days.
"dad!"
Fang Jiachen turned his head suddenly.
When I saw that familiar figure, tears started to flow out.
"Dad, is it really you?"
Even his voice was trembling, and the tears that he thought had dried up long ago began to flow down.
He once wondered if it was because he was such a jerk that his father didn't want to see him again.
Otherwise, why hasn't he dreamed of his father once since he left?
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Dad, I shouldn't have quarreled with you that day..."
"I'm the bastard. You're right. There's no way I can be expected to become a dragon in my current state. I'm just a waste."
"I shouldn't have quarreled with you, Dad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Fang Jiachen wanted to get closer, but didn't dare to.
He stood there, grabbing his hair.
All the regrets from these days burst out.
If he hadn't been disobedient and fallen in love, he wouldn't have made his dad angry.
There would be no quarrel, and the incident where his father died in a car accident while trying to protect him would not have happened.
During these days, he confessed again and again, but he knew that this confession would never be conveyed to his father.
He stood there, crying like a three-year-old child who had made a mistake.
Nervous, helpless and insecure.
The familiar, tall figure before him is his heaven.
Only with this figure around did he dare to act so recklessly and wantonly.
And just recently, he personally broke through this sky.
"Dad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Can you come back..."
"Silly boy! Look up!"
The middle-aged man standing not far away yelled, his eyes also red.
"Look carefully, I am your father! It is only natural for me to protect you!"
"My son is not useless! It's just that they don't have that blessing!"
That morning, he received a phone call.
The other party claimed to be the mother of his son’s girlfriend and hoped that his son would stop harassing her daughter as they were going to go abroad in the future.
The arrogant tone was just short of saying that his son was not worthy of her daughter.
Although he has always disapproved of children falling in love early, but!
How could he allow an outsider to comment on whether his son was good or not!
"I told her at the time that my son was in the top ten in his grade and he wasn't bad looking either. Why is my son harassing your daughter?"
"Maybe your daughter saw that my son is so good and wanted to reserve him in advance!"
The middle-aged man clenched his fists and said out loud everything he had not said before.
Later he thought that the current result was also due to the way they communicated with each other.
If both of them could talk to each other properly, perhaps the situation wouldn't have turned out like that.
While walking on the road to the underworld, he was thinking that he couldn't just leave like this.
Otherwise, that kid will definitely blame himself for the rest of his life.
He is dead and that’s it, but those who are alive still have to live well.
“…”
Fang Jiachen slowly raised his head and looked at his father in disbelief.
This was the first time he heard .
Later, when he entered junior high school, the father and son communicated less and less.
Sometimes we would start .
He always felt that his father didn't understand him and looked down on him, so he often went against his father.
He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
So this is what my dad has always thought?
"me……"
"What do you mean by 'you'? Work hard and live up to your name!"
The middle-aged man twitched his lips and said, "There is no coward among the sons of our Fang family!"
Fang Jiachen's breathing quickened, "Yes!"
He won't be a waste!
There will be no cowards in the Fang family!
"Don't let me hear your mom crying at my grave again! Or I'll beat your ass into pieces! Do you hear me!?"
"heard it!!"
"Okay, okay..."
The middle-aged man said "good" three times in a row, with a satisfied smile on his honest face.
He reached out his rough big hand and touched his son's head.
It was just like a few years ago when the relationship between father and son was not so strained.
"This is my son..."
…
In the dark room.
The boy woke up from his sleep.
The first thing he did after opening his eyes was to look around.
Then I felt a little lost.
"Is it a dream?"
He wiped his face and his hands were all wet.
Suddenly, he thought of something, got up from the bed, and opened the bedroom door.
The dazzling light fell on his face, and he subconsciously blocked it with his hands, squinting his eyes and looking down at his feet.
There was a stool at the door, and on the stool was a meal wrapped in plastic wrap.
Judging from the fog above, it should still be hot.
He walked out of the room and found the familiar figure in the living room.
"mom."
The voice, which had not been spoken for a long time, was a little hoarse.
The woman in the living room was startled and turned around in disbelief.
After seeing the woman's face clearly, Fang Jiachen was also stunned.
The woman has been busy for most of her life, her skin is rough, and she has been through so much these days.
His face became more haggard, and his hair seemed to have many more white hairs.
Seeing her son, the woman smiled, "Chenchen is out? Are you hungry? I'll go heat up some food for you."
As she said this, she was about to stand up.
"mom……"
Fang Jiachen called her, his voice choked with sobs, "I'm sorry."
At this moment, he suddenly understood his father's intention of entering his dream.
This family of three has lost its pillar.
If he falls too, this family will really collapse.
In the past, it was my dad who held up the sky, and now it's his turn.
And now, he should say sorry the most...
This is the person who has raised him for more than ten years.
"You, I..."
The woman burst into tears. "What's there to be sorry about? We are all family..."
She wiped her hands on her apron nervously and said, "I'll make you some food."
Fang Jiachen pulled the corner of his mouth, "Mom, the food is not cold, I will do it myself."
He came to the bedroom door and brought the food to the dining table.
Because he hasn't eaten much recently, these dishes and rice are made to be easily digestible.
During the meal, the woman looked at him nervously and carefully, with a hint of relief in her eyes.
After dinner, he washed the dishes himself.
The woman watched from the side.
"Mom, how did I get my name?" Fang Jiachen asked after washing the dishes.
"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
The woman wiped her hands on her apron nervously. "You know that your father and I are not very educated."
"At that time, your father looked up the word in the dictionary for more than a month, and finally chose the word Jiachen."
"He said that my son deserves the name 'Jia' and will definitely bring a new day like every morning. So he named him Jiachen."
Jiachen Jiachen...
The word "Jia" means beautiful and praise.
Fang Jiachen murmured, "Because I bring a new day...?"
Is he their hope?
Or is he all they have?
Can he live up to this name and his parents' expectations?
No, not whether or not.
Perhaps his existence itself is a kind of expectation for his parents.
Expectations for life and the future.
"Look carefully, I am your father! It is only natural for me to protect you!", "Work hard and live up to your name!" Fang Jiachen looked at his hands and recalled his father's words.
Tears blurred my vision.
Therefore, his life is meaningful...
It's not meant to cause pain to anyone, right?
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