Chapter 1024: Qiao Jiusheng’s Dream
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Fang Pingjun stood in the middle, while his wife and daughter stood on his left and right arms. The family of three hugged each other and tried to smile at the camera.
The person who took their photos was Old Liu, the driver who had worked for their family for more than ten years.
The driver sent the photo to Fang Yupei’s phone. Fang Pingjun thanked the driver and said some parting words. When they were about to enter the terminal, Fang Pingjun said to Master Liu, “Brother Liu, please help me.”
Master Liu replied respectfully, “Sir, go ahead.”
Fang Ping looked southwest and said disconsolately, “We won’t be back after we leave. Please help me print this photo and send it to the prison…”
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“…Okay.”
Fang Ping forced himself to look away.
The three of them entered the terminal. Fang Pingjun was disabled and had to take the special pa.s.sageway. When he arrived at the special pa.s.sageway and saw Chi Baoguang standing at the entrance, he was slightly stunned.
Chi Baoguang stood there wearing a smoky gray long-sleeved s.h.i.+rt. His slightly white hair was a little short. There were some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. They were neither deep nor old, and he looked younger than Fang Pingjun.
When they were young, Chi Baoguang was the most eye-catching person among the three of them.
After half a lifetime, Chi Baoguang was still the dazzling Chi Baoguang, but one of the brothers was dead and the other was disabled.
Fang Ping stared at his second brother, whom he had admired the most when he was young. Thinking about the ridiculous things that had happened between the two families in the past few months, Fang Pingjun’s lips trembled and he was too ashamed to face Chi Baoguang.
Chi Baoguang strode over.
He stood in front of Fang Pingjun and looked at him. He sighed and said, “You’re leaving?”
“…Ah, I’m leaving.” Fang Pingjun sounded like he was crying.
Chi Baoguang heard his crying and fell silent.
“Brother Baoguang.” Fang Pingjun still called him Chi Baoguang like when he was young.
When they called him Brother Baoguang, the brothers’ eyes turned red.
Chi Baoguang hugged Fang Pingjun tightly. He said to Fang Pingjun, “New Zealand is a good place. After you go there, rest well and don’t do anything bad again. My status is special, and it’s very troublesome to go overseas. If there’s a chance in the future, I’ll visit you.”
Fang Ping nodded as he cried.
Chi Baoguang asked him again, “Is there anything you can’t let go of?”
Fang Ping said, “Tell Big Sister that I’m leaving. In the future, ask Second Brother to visit Yukang in prison during the New Year. We’re all leaving. No one will visit him during the New Year. I’m afraid he won’t be able to survive.”
“Okay.”
Fang Ping added, “Don’t let Cheng Cheng know who harmed him.”
“Okay.”
“Also.” Fang Pingjun rubbed his eyes and looked up. He stared at Chi Baoguang and when he spoke again, his tone was filled with pleading. “In the future, during the New Year and on your death anniversary, don’t mention me in front of Dad when you pay respects…”
Fang Ping took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice, “I’m an unfilial son. I raised a b.a.s.t.a.r.d son and did many foolish things. Dad has been open and honest his entire life. He has never had a single stain in his life. I’ve disappointed him.”
Chi Baoguang looked at Fang Pingjun deeply before saying, “…That won’t do. No matter how defeated and confused you are, you’re still his son.”
Fang Ping wanted to defend himself, but he thought of something and gave up.
Hearing the reminder on the radio, Fang Pingjun closed his eyes.
When it was time to leave, he had to leave.
“I’m leaving, Brother Baoguang.”
Liu Yu also nodded at Chi Baoguang and supported Fang Pingjun as they entered through a special pa.s.sageway. Chi Baoguang turned around and looked at their retreating backs. For no reason, the happy scenes of them living under the same roof and calling the same man their father appeared in his mind.
“…Okay.”
After sending Fang Pingjun off, Chi Baoguang was sad for a few days.
Time could not dispel all the love, but it could dull all the melancholy and sorrow. With the company of his family and Lisa’s guidance, Chi Baoguang finally returned to normal.
The family placed all their attention on Fang Zicheng. They had to go to the hospital every day. The hospital was about to become their second home.
After staying in the hospital for another twenty days, Fang Zicheng was allowed to be discharged.
His st.i.tches had been removed. He could just go home and rest.
During the time he was hospitalized, Fang Zicheng had read many books. He was like a sponge, absorbing knowledge crazily. Fang Yusheng asked Fang Zicheng what he planned to do in the future. He felt that it was a waste of resources to send Fang Zicheng’s mind to be a boss.
Fang Zicheng thought about it and said, “Be a physicist or mathematician.”
…right?
His tone was really casual.
Fang Yusheng looked at his son in awe.
He asked Fang Zikai, “What do you plan to do in the future?”
Fang Zikai thought about the sweets and chocolate in the room that he had yet to finish. He thought for a while and tilted his head to ask Fang Yusheng, “Gourmet? Cake chef? Chocolate master?”
Fang Yusheng was in despair.
“Do you have any other ideals other than food?”
Fang Zikai stared at the pair of swans playing in the artificial lake outside the door with a serious expression. He said seriously, “Then be a man.”
Fang Yusheng could not help but knock Fang Zikai’s head.
Fang Zikai covered his head and jumped to the side. He said aggrievedly, “Dad, if you hit me again, I can only be a r.e.t.a.r.ded man in the future. I’ve been beaten silly by you!”
Hearing Fang Zikai’s self-deprecation, Fang Yusheng was speechless.
Should he admire Fang Zikai for being so self-aware, or should he despise him for being a playboy?
At night, the family cooked together.
Fang Yusheng would always be the person in charge of peeling the potatoes, sweet potatoes, and white skin… This was all he knew how to do. Chi Baoguang would always be the one in charge of was.h.i.+ng the dishes, chopsticks, pots, and chopping board…
Qiao Jiusheng, Lisa, and Aunt Jin were all responsible for cooking. The other three little fellows were only responsible for eating and playing.
The kitchen was big enough for so many people.
Fang Yusheng sat on a small stool and peeled a melon. He told Qiao Jiusheng about Fang Zikai and Fang Zicheng’s future ideals. After saying that, he sighed and said, “Studying has a bright future but no money. Our eldest son will definitely be very poor in the future.”
“There’s no future or money to be a gourmet. We only have good food. I think our Quiet Fang will definitely become a fatty in the future.”
Lisa said, “Tell me something nice.”
Fang Yusheng clicked his tongue and heard Qiao Jiusheng say, “There’s nothing wrong with being a gourmet. Don’t look down on people with ideals.”
Fang Yusheng asked Qiao Jiusheng, “What was your dream when you were young?”
Qiao Jiusheng was cutting vegetables. When she heard this, she suddenly put down the kitchen knife and looked down at Fang Yusheng. She said, “What do you think my dream is? Guess.”
Fang Yusheng casually guessed a few. “Be a celebrity? Be a female boss? Be a police officer or a teacher?”
“You guessed wrong.”
“Then what is it for?”
Qiao Jiusheng said, “When I was young, my dream was to marry Xiao Li.”
Fang Yusheng was speechless.