Yang Fan's words made Lan and Lin Wanting, who were sitting in the back, open their mouths in surprise.

Because, when Yang Fan encountered this situation before, he would basically tell some big truths to persuade people to persist in hard work.

However, what he said to the driver now can be directly regarded as Yang Fan's persuasion to give up.

"I said it too. It's just that he wants to prove himself too much, and he watches him write desperately day and night. In addition to supporting and feeling sorry for our child, we parents can only let him continue to write. The driver continued with a smile:

"I'm only 45 years old, and I can still run a rental run for another 15 years, and I can support him to pursue his dreams for 15 years. I think fifteen years is enough time for him to realize his dream, right? Even if he can't realize his dream, he will eventually recognize the reality with all the bruises everywhere, right?"

Looking at the driver's smiling appearance, Yang Fan also knew that no matter what he said, he would not change anything, he could only look out the window silently, thinking about life alone.

The taxi soon arrived at Yang Fan's community, perhaps out of a few words of persuasion from Yang Fan's heart and lungs just now, this honest and ordinary driver took the initiative to get out of the car to help Yang Fan carry his luggage from the trunk.

Yang Fan persuaded his family to go home first, stepped forward by himself, and looked at the ordinary middle-aged man in front of him and handed him an extra 100 yuan in tips, while the driver looked at Yang Fan's move and repeatedly excused himself.

He excused himself and explained that he had his own principles and that he would never accept handouts from anyone!

"Take it, it's not charity. Yang Fan stuffed the money into the driver's pocket and said, "Once, I was like your child. Thought that writing was everything to me. I also thought that as long as I put my head into the work, I would definitely succeed. And my mother, like you, is a parent who unconditionally supports her child's dreams. ”

"At that time, I wrote day and night with this belief and expectation, but I found that my books were still not the same. At that time, I was thinking why, would I be like this?"

"Later, it wasn't until I went to work part-time to try to make money that I realized that I was far from being as good as I thought. Only by constantly contacting society, only by constantly failing, can you make yourself understand what you want. Only then can I recognize myself and write words that surpass my previous ones!"

"Having said all this, because I want him and you to understand that only by contacting society can he write stories that cannot be seen by blind efforts, and only by experiencing social hardships firsthand can he find that he is far from being as powerful as he thinks. In the same way, this hundred dollars is not a handout, it is the deserve of a father like you, who is proud of writing a child in his heart, although his face is full of helplessness and disgust, because you have made me remember a good story. And because you remind you of the stories I once forgot. ”

This time, the taxi driver didn't shirk anymore, he clutched the hundred yuan in his pocket because of the crumpling, he looked at the ordinary man in front of him and said softly: "Thank you, I will tell you." ”

Then, Yang Fan smiled, carried a large bag of luggage, and left silently.

Looking at the back of Yang Fan leaving, the driver let go of the hand that was holding a hundred yuan, and he returned to the taxi, holding the steering wheel in his hand, and continued his work.

"Writing is really interesting because he can see and create all kinds of stories. No wonder he indulges in writing. However, it's time for the kid in the family to get in touch with life. After all, art comes from life. The driver said as he reversed the car.

"As a father, though. I should work with him, too!, and admit that the child is proud of him!" After saying this, a proud smile finally appeared on the driver's face.

Yang Fan, who was carrying bulky luggage, unexpectedly found his parents and Lan Lin Wanting waiting for him downstairs at home.

"Why don't you go up first? It's cold outside. Yang Fan said distressedly.

"I'm afraid you won't find the door home. Father said with a straight face.

Looking at his father's serious and old-fashioned face and the insincere words, Yang Fan's heart warmed.

"Then let's go upstairs together. It's been a long time since I've eaten your father's cooking. ”

Yang Fan's hometown is not big, the standard two-bedroom, one-living room, one-bathroom and one-kitchen, perhaps because he has lived for too long, the white and flawless walls in his original memory have already been a little yellowed.

Looking at the old furniture and the old desktop TV in front of the dining table, the smell of nostalgia kept appearing in front of Yang Fan.

He gently stroked the various furniture in the house, recalling memories of the old furniture in his mind.

He walked slowly, slowly and unconsciously, in front of the large bookcase of his house. He looked up at the big bookcase, and then, in disbelief, he opened the door of the big bookcase, and he looked hard at the big thick books that were placed on the bottom of the floor for ten yuan a piece.

Those big and thick books were basically popular online articles back then, and they were also the culprits of his poor high school grades, and they were the source of several quarrels between his father and him.

He remembered that his father was furious because he was ignorant and only knew that he didn't like to study online articles, and put all the online articles he bought into a big box in front of him, saying that he wanted to throw them all away.

At that time, it was useless for me to plead and beg, so I could only watch in despair as my father threw them out.

But I didn't expect to be able to see these books again.

"Actually, your dad isn't that ruthless. He just complained about you at the time. He is still very supportive of his son's only interest in reading. He originally wanted to return the book to you when you finished the college entrance examination, but he didn't expect you to stubbornly leave home after the college entrance examination at that time. The mother looked at Yang Fan's surprised appearance and explained in a low voice.

"Really?" Yang Fan looked at the books on the shelves and felt a touch in his heart, he pulled out a book and flipped through it quickly, and his mind once again resurfaced his desperate mood because of leaving these books and the face of his father who hated him for not being steel.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Fan put the book back in its place, listened to the sound of his father's stir-fry in the kitchen, and whispered to his mother: "If I am in tune with my father, I think I will do the same." Because, there are some things that are missed that can be easily made up for later. And if something is missed, it may take a lifetime to make up for it. ”

Yang Fan gently closed the door of the bookshelf, walked into his bedroom, looked at the bed with newly changed sheets, he lay down and looked at the ceiling, a little sad remembered the experience of misunderstanding his father, and also remembered the memories of those forgotten fathers and himself.

"It's okay, it's not too late. Yang Fan muttered.