Outside the door was Xiaoyu's mother's heart-wrenching sobs. She didn't know, she really didn't know, that her strictness would cause her son so much pain.
She sat on the ground and cried uncontrollably.
"I really, it's all for his own good."
If you don't go to a good university, how will you get a good job in the future?
If he doesn't work hard now, he'll only suffer later. I'm only doing this for his own good.
It's easy to get distracted when you're out with friends; how can you study if you're playing games?
Was I wrong?
Was I wrong?
Was she wrong?
The man beside her pulled her away. "Let's go back."
"Am I wrong? You're always out socializing and neglecting us, mother and son. If I don't take care of him, what will happen to him in the future? Am I wrong?"
The woman looked at the man, tears streaming down her face. She was so tired, so very tired.
“I was wrong.” The man looked at the woman. “We were all wrong. I thought that as long as I worked hard to earn money, our family would get better and better. So I was wrong. My mistake was not spending time with you.”
You're wrong too. You controlled your son so much that he had no freedom of his own, which is why he broke down.
You always say it's for his own good, but have you ever asked him what he thinks? Have you ever asked him what he wants?
For so long, none of us dared to tell you this, afraid you'd break down, but today I couldn't hold back anymore.
His son, his son was in so much pain. Only now did he realize what his son had gone through every day. How did he get through it?
"You blame me? What right do you have to blame me! From the time the child was born until now, I've taken care of everything, have you ever helped with anything for even a day? You're the last person who has the right to criticize me!"
The woman shoved the man away and ran out.
The man sighed and chased after her. He didn't blame her; it was just that there were some things she wasn't aware of in her own behavior.
It's not wrong to want your child to be smart, but raising a child isn't like molding clay, where you can mold them however you want.
Seeing his son in pain broke his heart.
The woman ran to the bridge; she wanted to jump. "Can I jump? Can I take his life in return?"
"Who are you threatening?" The man suddenly felt exhausted, very, very tired. "For over a year, you've been doing this every single time. You're not tired, but I am."
She kept complaining that he didn't take care of the family, and questioning why Xiaoyu wanted to jump off the building. She had given so much, so why did the father and son still hurt her?
She was always blaming others, feeling that everything that happened was someone else's fault.
"So you wanted me dead?" The woman looked at the man in shock. "I understand, you wanted me dead so you could find someone else?"
The man frowned. "If I really thought that way, would I take you to see your son? Wake up. Your son is gone. He left because of both of our mistakes. He was too devastated. Let him go, and let yourself go too, okay?"
I don't blame you, I just want you to let it go. Can we live a good life together from now on?
The woman broke down in tears, crying, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault! What's the use of good grades? What's the use of others' envy? What's the use of being proud? My son, he's gone, gone..."
Before, when her grades were bad, everyone said she was stupid. After she had a son and her husband became rich, they called her family nouveau riche. She couldn't stand it. She wanted her son to be the best, to be number one, and to be her pride.
She tried desperately to get him to study, forbidding him from accepting anything else besides studying, but in the end, she gained envy but lost the child.
She couldn't accept it, and she couldn't accept that others were saying it was all her fault...
...
At Mo Yan's home, Lin Guosheng and the others sighed.
“Brother, when we have grandchildren in the future, we can’t let them treat the children like this. We’re rich, it doesn’t matter if the children can go to school or not, as long as they’re happy. This is too scary.”
Mo Yan: "..."
"You're already thinking about grandchildren before you're even married? You're dreaming!"
Lin Guosheng: "..." My older brother scolded me, sob sob.
"You should go back now. Aren't we going to your house to pay respects to our ancestors tomorrow?"
Mo Yan started to shoo people away.
"Brother, we'll head back now." Lin Guosheng then left.
After they left, Jiao Qi hesitated for a long time before finally looking at Mo Yan.
"Mom, can I see... Dad?" Everyone else can see him, so can he...?
His memories of his father are hazy; he only remembers that his father passed away when he was young, and his mother raised the two children on her own.
"Okay, but I won't see him." She had no interest in seeing the original owner's deceased husband.
"Why?"
Jiao Qi was a little confused. Why?
"Because he has a new family now, and besides, I've already forgotten about him, so why bother?"
Jiao Qi, let me put this to you. You're only concerned about him because he's your father, but why should I be? I'm already being kind by not hating him. Not long after you were born, he started messing around with people, got reported, ran away, and that's how this happened. Back then, what did people think of us? They thought of us as the kind of vermin everyone wanted to kill.
He never gave me any good memories, and he even stabbed me in the back. Why shouldn't I hate him?
I didn't tell you because I felt it was unnecessary.
I resent you when you are sick.
I resent things when I'm sick, so I don't see them.
Upon hearing this, Jiao Qi felt heartbroken. "Mom, I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have said those things. I shouldn't have brought up this person."
Jiao Qi had no idea that there were other things going on. If he had known, he would never have brought it up.
To be honest, he was just reminded of the scene. As for his father, he had no memory of him; he lived on in other people's stories.
Compared to his mother, of course his mother is the most important. It was his mother who raised him, and it was his mother who worked so hard.
"It's not that bad. It's good that you can still remember him. It shows that you have a conscience. If you want to see him, I'll let you see him once."
Mo Yan waved her hand, and a man appeared. The moment Jiao Qi saw the man, he realized that he didn't feel anything.
Honestly, I don't feel anything.
He didn't feel like crying, nor did he feel like doing a lot for him. He thought to himself, "Humans are indeed selfish. If he hadn't wronged his mother, if he hadn't died like this, maybe he would have cried a little."
The man didn't understand at first, but he understood when he saw Mo Yan.
"Um, you wanted to see me about something? So many years have passed, you shouldn't hold grudges against me for what happened in the past, right?"
He suddenly panicked a little. It was this sentence that made Mo Yan pause, and then she noticed that there was a string in his hand.
"Not going to hold it against me?" Mo Yan's face darkened, and she kicked him, dragging him up. "What's with this string!"
She said, "How come Jiao Qi and Jiao Tang are so miserable? It turns out they have a father who's always trying to steal their lives."
Let's take Jiao Qi as an example. How did a stomach ailment eventually turn into cancer?
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