“In fact, I have been thinking about this over the years.”
"If I hadn't asked you to practice martial arts back then, but instead asked you to continue painting..."
"Can you achieve success and fame like those great court painters?"
A hint of reminiscence appeared on the old man's aged face.
His wrinkled hands gently stroked the yellowed and gray scroll in the box.
It seems like caressing the child from thirty years ago.
"But in the final analysis, I shouldn't impose my wishes and ideals on you."
The old man's legs were a little unsteady, so he sat down by holding onto the foot of the bed.
"It doesn't matter if I want to stand out or if I want to practice martial arts and serve my country."
"Looking back now, your paintings were actually... quite beautiful."
When the middle-aged man heard this, tears welled up in his eyes.
Thirty years.
His own father was finally willing to admit it.
In fact, his paintings are quite beautiful.
He waited for these words for thirty years, until he had almost forgotten them.
Until he became a middle-aged man like his father.
Fortunately, he finally heard these words.
"These past few years, Dad has actually been feeling lucky that your mom told you to draw for her."
"Actually, Dad was also struggling at that time. Should I just rush out and interrupt your conversation so that you can concentrate on your martial arts training?"
"It's better to stay where you are and just watch."
"Now it seems that Dad was at least half right. Your painting... looks better than before."
The old man lamented the past.
He had two choices back then.
Or even three.
He didn't choose the worst option.
He didn't choose the best one.
He is stubborn, but he also has a pride that he can't lose and a face that he can't let go of.
He is a stubborn old man, and he is also a father.
"Fei'er, let all this end here with Li'er."
"Li'er's flute sounds pretty good too."
“Just like your painting.”
The old man handed the wooden box to the middle-aged man.
The man took the wooden box.
"I know, Dad."
The man wiped the tears from his eyes and left with the wooden box.
Yeah, come to think of it.
Li'er's flute sounds pretty nice too.
To stand out and become rich.
Why is it more important to live your life the way you like?
He was wrong, so wrong.
He almost became a father who was even more of a bastard than his father back then.
The man came to his natal tree.
He took out the bracelet he wanted to give to the heroine when he was young.
The jade pendant I gave to my wife is broken.
He wanted to give his wife something more precious.
The jade pendant is a gift from my mother.
The bracelet is his token of love.
Dig out the bracelet and bury the wooden box under the tree.
Some things are bound to pass.
My father said that his paintings are very beautiful.
......
The man put the bracelet on his wife.
He then went to the stream and retrieved the bamboo flute that he had thrown into the river.
He received the forgiveness of both mother and son.
His children were never forced to practice martial arts again.
Instead, he embarked on the path of music.
My son's flute playing is very moving.
The teachers in the private school all praised him for his talent.
Maybe in the future I can enter the imperial court and become a court musician.
Hearing the news that his son has a good chance of becoming successful.
The man was not too excited.
He just knew.
His own son.
Finally I don't have to be like him.
Live your life in a way you don't like.
If I had been a painter for the imperial court when I first met that heroine, instead of a member of a third-rate gang...
Will there be a different ending?
The man stopped thinking about it.
His wife is a good person and has nothing to do with him.
......
Time flies.
The children's children also became young adults.
"Dad, I'm leaving."
The young man waved goodbye to his parents, whose hair had already turned gray.
Just like back then.
Just this time.
This young man is destined to live a wonderful life.
"be safe."
The man was as silent as his father was back then and handed the young man a flute.
Made of jade.
Very valuable.
"I know, Dad."
The young man took the flute and embarked on his journey into the world of martial arts amid his mother's nagging.
"Fortunately, you didn't let Li'er continue practicing martial arts back then."
The wife murmured as she watched the young man's receding back.
That high-spirited young man is her son.
That's good.
At least, the young man's life is what he wanted.
"Let my regret be my regret. There's no need to impose it on Li'er."
Tears welled up in the man's eyes.
Watching his son leave.
I don’t know if I was looking at my son or my former self.
My father passed away a year ago.
The moment before dying.
His father apologized to him.
But he had let it go long ago.
All he wanted in his life was one sentence.
Your paintings are also very beautiful.
......
Time goes by year after year.
The man's child successfully made a name for himself in the world.
Have your own family.
His wife was the daughter of a high-ranking official in the imperial court and was very powerful.
The child wanted his parents to move to Yong'an City under the Heavenly Palace.
What an honor it is to be at the feet of the emperor.
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