Chapter 149: Father and Son
Finally made up his mind, and a smile appeared on Gong Jin's face again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biqugeγ info Bo Fu noticed the change in Gong Jin, smiled knowingly, and quickly sent a message. The recipient's name is the nickname of the game of the winning bell, and it is won every day.
"Thanks, I'm sorry to have you wait outside of school for two days."
"Hahahaha, this is what I should do, please call me Lei Feng."
Bo Fu threw the phone back in his pocket and said to himself: "With such an unobtrusive boss, I feel that the future is bleak." β
Finally stayed up until the end of school, and Gong Jin ran home happily. The door opened, and my mother was cooking, "Hey, why did you come back so early today?" β
"Mom, is my dad back?"
"I'm back, I'm playing chess with your grandfather at your grandfather's house upstairs."
"Got it." The door slammed shut.
"This kid, how is he in a hurry, just like his father back then."
There was a quick knock at the door. The middle-aged man opened the door, "Gongjin, you're back." β
"Dad, I have something to tell you." Gong Jin couldn't wait.
"Come in, I'm playing chess with your grandfather."
Coming to the room, the middle-aged man sat down by the chessboard again. The old man on the opposite side smiled and said nothing, with a kind face, it was Gong Jin's grandfather. Seeing the two of them looking at him, Gong Jin knelt directly on the ground.
"What are you doing here?" The middle-aged man frowned and asked puzzled.
"Dad, I want to be a professional esports player, please do it." Gong Jin clasped her head on the ground, not daring to look at her father's angry expression.
"Nonsense!" Sure enough, the middle-aged man was furious and flipped the chessboard over. The chess pieces fell to the ground with a clatter, and the sound fell into Gongjin's ears, as if it had become the sound of his father's heartbreak.
It wasn't until the middle-aged man left in anger that the old man helped Gong Jin up. Looking at the teary-eyed Gong Jin, the old man gently stroked the top of his grandson's head and said, "Child, are you serious?" Is it on the spur of the moment or has already made up your mind. β
Gong Jin looked at the old man's kind eyes and replied firmly, "I have already made up my mind. β
"Have you really figured it out? With your grades, you will definitely be able to get into a prestigious university in the future. You'll have a good time and you'll have a lot of time for you to make friends and fall in love. After graduation, you will find a job that everyone envies, marry a beautiful wife and form a happy family. With your smart credentials, this is not difficult to do.
However, if you give up your studies and go down an unpredictable path. Your grandfather is old, but he still knows a little about the world of young people. The career you choose is hard and full of variables, the effort is not proportional to the reward under normal circumstances, and the life cycle is short, and you will retire in a few years. If you don't make the mark, you probably won't be able to do anything again for the rest of your life. If you think about it, is it worth it for you to choose this way? β
"It's worth it!" Gong Jin replied categorically: "Grandpa, even if the future is unpredictable, I have to go through, because this is my dream." β
"Dreams?" The old man straightened up his waist and looked at the dim light, and after a while, the old man said slowly: "It's been a long time since I've heard such a childish word." The old man looked at the frustrated Gong Jin again and said, "Call your father, I have something to tell him." β
"Father, you called me?" The middle-aged man sat opposite the old man and asked respectfully.
"What do you think of Gong Jin's thoughts?"
"The plaything is demoralized, it seems that he is too loose in discipline, and he can't be touched at all in the game in the future." The middle-aged man said hatefully.
"Are you jealous of him?"
The old man's sudden question stunned the middle-aged man for a moment, and then said with a wry smile: "Father, what are you talking about, how does this have anything to do with jealousy?" β
Hey, the old man sighed and said slowly: "The thing back then was that I was sorry for you, although you didn't say it, but I know that you still hate me now." β
"Why did my father say this, if you hadn't tried to persuade me to get lost and know my way back, my son wouldn't have a good life today." The words of the middle-aged man are very reverent.
"Then let me ask you, why have you called me father but no longer called me dad for more than 20 years." The old man's voice became agitated.
"I ......" The middle-aged man was speechless for a moment, this change did happen after that incident, and he unconsciously became what he is now.
The old man lowered his head and said quietly: "Maybe you don't know it yourself, but you still hate me in your heart. So you only have respect for me, and you have lost your previous closeness. I don't want you and Gong Jin to be what we are. β
"Nope." The middle-aged man said sharply: "For the sake of Gongjin's future, even if he hates me for the rest of his life, I will stop him from going the wrong way." β
The air finally fell silent amid the middle-aged man's shouting. I don't know how long the stalemate lasted, but the old man finally spoke: "Child, do you remember your dream? β
"Dreams?" The middle-aged man smiled self-deprecatingly, "That kind of childish thing, I ......"
However, memories are like a flood that bursts the embankment, and the nightmare that lingered many years ago reappears in front of me.
At that time, the middle-aged man was still a teenager, and he was a member of the football team of a major high school. He is very talented in football, and coupled with his hard work, he quickly stands out from his peers.
It was a sunny afternoon. The team led by the teenager reached the final and maintained the lead by a large margin. If nothing else, they will be the champions.
Of course, the bloody accident and shady scene in the play did not appear, and the teenager won the best player of the year, and he was interviewed by a campus reporter in the lounge. When asked about his future plans, the teenager got carried away and smiled: "My dream is to lead the Chinese team to become a world champion." β
After a moment of silence, the reporter finally sneered, this is too dreamy. However, he soon discovered that there was no one in the room but himself who was making such a mockery. This made the reporter a little surprised, why did no one react normally when they heard such a daydreaming monologue? Could it be that the other team members are all wood? In order to alleviate his embarrassment, the reporter asked directly: "Captain Zhou, don't you think what you said looks like a dream?" β
Unexpectedly, the young man was not only not ashamed when he heard this, but jumped on the stool and shouted out of thin air: "I admit that I am dreaming!" But why can't I dream this? Why is it ridiculous to have such dreams? Even if you don't believe me, I'll tell you. Today, I can make my teammates dream the same as me! Tomorrow, I want my compatriots at home and abroad to have the same dream as me! β
The more the young man spoke, the more excited he became, and he tore off his clothes and shouted hoarsely, every word shook the hearts of everyone present. "In our youth, blood, sweat and tears are only allowed to be sprinkled in one place, and that is ......"
The team members shouted in unison, "Dream! Dream! Dream! β
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"Father." The past is vivid, the middle-aged man has burst into tears, he thought that his heart had already cooled, but he found that he had not forgotten the past, but did not dare to face it. Don't dare to face your own pain, don't dare to face the eyes of your teammates when you leave.
The old man's guilty voice came, "I'm sorry for you, I cruelly deprived you of your freedom when you happily came to tell me with the invitation of the provincial football team. After that you have changed, you have become less talkative, you have become less sunny. I only think you are childish, but ignore your actual age. Seventeen or eighteen years old, what a beautiful youth. It's okay to be naΓ―ve, but I'm ......."
"Dad, don't say it."
Hearing that the middle-aged man was finally willing to call himself Dad, the old man showed a kind smile but was already in tears, "If you had to do it all over again, how would you choose?" β
The middle-aged man finally couldn't hold back and cried loudly: "Dream! I've had, I've had! β