In his youth, he also argued with his parents and ran away from home every few days, rebelling against his family for his childhood dreams, although he ultimately failed.
But he once told himself that he would never become like his parents, and that he would fully support whatever his children wanted to do in the future.
When he learned that Ji Lu's dream was to become a race car driver, and that he even wanted to drop out of school to become one, he opposed it without hesitation.
For no other reason than that being a race car driver offers no future.
At the time, all he thought about was that racing had no future, without considering how dangerous it was. If an accident happened, he could lose an arm or a leg at best, or even his life at worst.
His parents strongly opposed his becoming a firefighter because the profession is dangerous.
They didn't want to lose their son.
From that time on, he also began to reflect on himself, realizing that he seemed to be...
He never believed in Ji Lü, or rather, he never thought highly of him.
After opposing Ji Lü's ambition to become a professional race car driver, Ji Lü began to defy him.
He gave up on Ji Lü outright, thinking he was hopeless and incapable of any good.
His focus was entirely on nurturing Ji Fei, who was both obedient and outstanding, with nothing to criticize.
However, after Ji Fei's death, he found a handwritten novel manuscript in his room...
It was then that he realized he might be an incompetent father.
He didn't even know what his son truly liked; he only felt that this son made him proud and was much better than his other useless son.
After that, he started reading books and attending classes in his spare time.
The teacher told him that the quickest way to bridge the gap between him and his child was...
Speak your mind and communicate directly.
He always remembered those words, but...
Ji Lü went home far too infrequently.
This time, thanks to Xiang Xinyang, they were able to sit down with Ji Lü for a meal and a chat like this.
A hint of surprise flashed across Ji Lu's eyes.
His father had never said such things to him.
"Why haven't the dishes been served yet? Xinyang, why don't you go with Auntie to check?" Mother Ji smiled and said to Xiang Xinyang.
Xiang Xinyang nodded and quickly led Ji's mother out.
Judging from his appearance, it was clear that Uncle Ji had something to say to Ji Lü.
There were two people left in the private room.
The atmosphere was awkward.
The two looked at each other for a long time before finally Ji's father spoke first, "Dad is sorry, I... I always ignored your feelings before."
Uncle Ji rubbed his fingers together, hesitant and somewhat embarrassed.
He was used to being serious, so it was understandable that he felt a little uncomfortable speaking to his son in this tone for the first time.
“But if we go back to the past, Dad would still oppose you becoming a professional race car driver.”
"However, it's no longer because being a professional race car driver has no future, but... Dad doesn't want to see you get into an accident, and he doesn't want to bury his child."
When Ji's father spoke, his voice carried a hint of nervousness.
He didn't know how much of what Ji Lü said would be heeded, nor whether Ji Lü could forgive his past incompetence.
He may be a good leader, but he is definitely not a good father.
He felt guilty not only towards Ji Fei, but also towards Ji Lü.
"Although it's a bit late, I will learn how to be a good father in the future, and I will come home more often."
“When you’re not home, your mom always misses you. She often looks out the door, hoping to see you. Dad… Dad does the same.”
Father Ji spoke, his eyes reddening, his thumb rubbing his index finger.
He had never said such sentimental words in his life, not even to his parents.
"You are excellent, no less so than your brother."
"Seeing you grow up makes Dad very happy, but also very guilty."
"They weren't there for you when you needed them most, and instead they abandoned you."
"sorry."
Ji's father sincerely apologized.
Ji Lu stared blankly at his father, who was always serious and had a stern face.
It's rare to hear these words from him, and even rarer that he would bow his head and apologize.
“I’m much worse than my brother, but also much luckier. At least I did race a few cars back then, but my brother’s dream of becoming a writer could only be buried in his heart.”
“There’s no lasting grudge between father and son. I don’t hate you, nor do I dislike you. It’s just… I don’t know how to communicate with you.”
“I’m also afraid to go back to that home. As soon as I go back, I’ll think of my brother and all the little things about him.”
The more afraid you are, the more you want to escape.
"You've all worked hard over the years."
After Ji Lü spoke and poured out his heart, he felt much relieved.
It wasn't that he didn't want to go back, but that home held too many beautiful memories for him, and he couldn't accept his brother's death, so he chose to escape.
It wasn't that he didn't want to talk to him, it's just that he didn't know what to say.
Seeing their haggard appearance and graying temples, his heart ached.
Tears welled up in Ji's father's eyes, and he covered his face with trembling hands, as if he felt ashamed at the moment.
It's shameful for a father to cry in front of his son.
But when I heard the words "You've all worked so hard over the years," I don't know why, tears just started falling.
Is it hard work?
It's tough.
It was even harder than when he was building his career.
They were both in pain, but in order not to worry each other, they pretended to be strong and didn't show it, each acting as if they had let go and let go.
Ji Lü raised his hand and gently patted his father's back, comforting him, "Dad, come out."
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