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Chapter 124 Even if it's only once. (Please vote!)
Gu Huai didn't want to argue, and he really didn't want to debate.

Because the few times I tried to refute this man's words, my tears would well up first.

It seems that before the countless pent-up anger, what comes first is the endless feeling of being misunderstood.

He didn't know if this tearful outburst was a sign of weakness, nor did he know how to overcome it. So, he increasingly resorted to not communicating or arguing, suppressing his anger and grievances, which seemed better than crying out in front of him.

Because all I'd get in return would be his comment: "How old are you? Still have the nerve to cry? What did I say wrong? Why are you crying your ass off?!"
Even the right to cry will be taken away.

So later, Gu Huai preferred to avoid communication and stay in the provincial capital in a very difficult situation rather than go home.

The reason wasn't just the man in front of her, who reeked of alcohol and was throwing a tantrum at her.

Couldn't the woman lying in the bedroom hear the noise outside? The house isn't very soundproof, so she could hear everything, but she just took it for granted and thought that Gu Jiang could handle it.

As for her own state of mind? What she was thinking? Would she be hurt by saying such things? She wouldn't care.

She only said one thing: "We all went through this. Do you think your grandparents never beat or scolded us? You won't amount to anything without being beaten!"

I thought that as long as I ran away and didn't go back to this home, these things would fade away with time. Maybe one day, as many people say, I would understand my parents as I grew up.

And now.

Everything returned to normal, as if he had made no effort, made no change, and received no miracle. He was back to where he started, plunging back into the mire.

He still couldn't understand, and sometimes he would even lose control of himself and stop walking because of such words.

All I had to do was crawl through this door, whether it was locked or not, I could just go in.
He not only stopped what he was doing, but also turned around and looked at his father.

A familiar feeling surged up, mixed with anger, followed by a sour taste that filled my nostrils and threatened to overwhelm my eyes.

"The placement test is over. Did I not tell you, or do you simply not remember?"

He tried his best to calm himself down and face everything, constantly telling himself that everything was different, that he was no longer the weak Gu Huai, that he had even changed his life, so why couldn't he change more?
But this familiar sense of oppression seemed to have nothing to do with who I had become.

His expression froze for a moment, clearly as if he had remembered something, but it quickly turned into a furrowed brow and an impatient look.

"The exams are over? What are the results?"

He never mentions his own shortcomings, immediately shifting the focus to other angles. This is his unassailable authority; he is the only person in the family who will never make a mistake.

"The results haven't been released yet."

Gu Huai looked at the other person, trying his best not to let the breath he was holding in his chest leak out.

"Why are you telling me this if I haven't already? Do you think there was a problem with what I said before?"

He stood up abruptly, as if using that momentum to suppress all the unpleasant things in front of him.

He was like a towering mountain blocking his way, a presence that had instilled fear in him for years.

The ridiculous thing is that I've seen him bowing and scraping to so-called leaders before, and I've seen him being kind and gentle to other people's children before, but why does this never happen to me?
Why do those emotions never come to me? I don't even need their approval anymore; all I need is some understanding and some gentleness.

What went wrong?
The man, reeking of alcohol, stared intently at him as he approached. Every subtle movement he made brought back even more unbearable memories for Gu Huai—the wounds inflicted upon him.

It may seem that with time, those scars will disappear from one's body, but does that mean they never existed?

To avoid such 'punishment,' Gu Huai would often choose to comply time and time again, keeping a low profile and not letting the situation escalate or causing himself further harm.

But this time, he simply couldn't swallow his anger. So many words had remained unspoken in reality, kept bottled up inside. Even in this simulation, he hoped they could hear his true feelings, even if only once.

so he said.

"Why do you pretend that everything you do is for me when you don't even remember anything about me? Is it really for me? Is all your exhaustion and hardship really because of your son?"

He couldn't help but ask.

The words rang out clearly in the room.

"What did you say?!"

Such words would undoubtedly be a huge offense to Gu Jiang.

To him, this sounded like an accusation of his hypocrisy, a questioning of the efforts and sacrifices he had made for the family.

"You should have heard me very clearly."

Everything about him seemed like a harbinger of his impending rage.

But this time, Gu Huai didn't intend to take back his words despite the potential 'punishment' that might fall upon him. Many opportunities to speak were thwarted by fear. Even now, he still clings to a sliver of hope: perhaps if some things were said earlier, both sides could understand each other.

After all, they are father and son, a close blood relationship. They are the closest of relatives who cannot live their whole lives without ever seeing each other. There should be room for mutual understanding between them.

but.

He glared at himself, seething with rage.

"You little brat who hasn't even grown a beard yet, do you understand my efforts and hardships?! Go and try to make your way in the world, try to act like a grandson in front of people for a few bucks! Who am I doing all this for?! Didn't I have a youth? Do you think you're being wronged? Do you know how your grandfather disciplined me back then?!"

More familiar words appeared.

Because of everything he had experienced, he took it all upon himself.

Does he really think this method of educating children is effective? Then why is he still living the way he did?

If it doesn't work, then why did he inherit this method? Is it because he can't accept that he was the only one who suffered those hardships?
Gu Huai was very disappointed. He even felt his whole body trembling slightly, and he knew clearly that his eyes were already red.

Whether it was 28-year-old Gu Huai or 18-year-old Gu Huai, at this moment, he could not control his emotions and broke down.

Anger and resentment pour forth, and before the ferocity and unrecognizable rage arrive, tears will be the first to destroy everything within oneself.

Hold it in.

You have to hold back, even if you can't help but say it.

"Just because I am your son, I have to experience what happened to you."

"you"

"Just because my grades weren't good before, I have countless reasons for you to blame and punish me. But you never ask why, despite my hard work, I still can't meet your expectations. Because your standards for me have never been fair. The pressure you put on me has always been excessive."

"You still say?"

"Why can't I speak up? You've never tried to understand me, so why can't I say it? Just because I'm your son, does that mean I've lost my rights as a normal person? Just because there's an old saying that 'spare the rod and spoil the child,' does that mean you're right to hit or scold me? Have you ever affirmed me? Have you ever acknowledged my efforts?"

"..."

Never, not even once.

Gu Huai's eyes were already bloodshot, and he was well aware that his voice was trembling along with his body.

It's already hard enough to hold back the tears from overflowing, but you also have to try not to vent, as cleanly and decisively as a torrential downpour.

but.

He had to speak, his vision blurred, he had to say the words he had thought about so many times but never dared to utter.

"Your life has turned out this way not because of me, but because of yourself. Whatever success I achieve in the future will have absolutely nothing to do with what you've done to me now, and I will never thank you!"

"Shut the fuck up!!"

It was as if he was furious to the extreme.

The father, who had never seen his son rebel against him to this extent, raised his hand once again.

This was his weapon of choice for punishing the boy, the most familiar and convenient method. Once used, it could immediately make the boy submit to him again.

He would immediately admit to all his mistakes.

They will immediately realize that everything they have done is for his own good!

"Snapped!"

but.

His eyes widened.

Because this wasn't the sound of a hand slapping him across the face, tearing his skin and drawing blood from his mouth.

He stared in disbelief at the boy, whose eyes were red and brimming with tears, who had grabbed his wrist at that very moment.

He actually dared to fight back?

……

(End of this chapter)