I'm dressed up as a fake young master, and the real young master is frantically begging me to s

"Old Deng, I'm back!"

Niu Bo stuffed the things in his hand into Niu Dali's arms and even thoughtfully opened a bottle of baijiu for him.

Seeing this, Niu Dali frowned unconsciously: "I told you to buy alcohol, why did you bring so much stuff?"

"Sigh~~~" Liu Bo sighed deeply: "Old Deng, just make do with this."

I know you'll be setting off soon, and you wanted to prepare something nice before you left.

Although this last meal was a bit meager, we're in the village now, and the small shops don't have anything good to offer.

"If your son survives by some miracle, I'll burn lots of gold ingots at your grave, and I'll make sure you make sure there are plenty of paper effigies of beautiful women."

After saying that, he reached out and patted his father on the shoulder.

Niu Dali: "..."

I just wanted to drink to bolster my courage, what the hell is this that means I'll be beheaded?

This damn bastard, he even offered me gold ingots and beautiful women?

Should I praise him for being filial?

Just then, Niu Bo's voice rang out again.

"Old Deng, you're about to leave us, so let's have a heart-to-heart talk today."

Actually, ever since I was a child, I've looked down on what you produce.

We Northeastern men are known for our straightforward and honest approach to things, and we're quick to take action when things don't go our way.

You're such a big guy, how come you're even more timid than a mouse?

Because of this, I was often laughed at when I was a child.

At this point, Niu Bo opened another bottle of baijiu, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp.

"Screech~~~"

In an instant, his face turned bright red: "Damn it, this rubbish is burning my throat, is there anything to drink?"

"By the way, where were we just talking about?"

Niu Dali glanced at him expressionlessly: "Let's talk about how you were with Yin Xiaohuan when you were a kid."

"Oh right! I never saw what my mom looked like when I was a child, and you're still an unreliable person."

Every time there's a parent-teacher conference, Uncle Zhou from Yinjia is always the first to arrive. But look at me!

Every time it's my grandparents who go, but you've never shown your face once.

The teacher set up an office for me and asked me what my dad was always busy with, since I'd never seen him before.

What am I supposed to say? That you're busy chasing girls outside, or that you got so scared in a fight that your legs went weak and you ended up in the hospital with Yin Kan in your arms?

Upon hearing his son's words, Niu Dali's anger instantly vanished.

This was the first time in so many years that the father and son had such a heart-to-heart talk.

He's a grown man, and he's never been as thoughtful or considerate as a woman.

Even though she cares about her son, she is not good at expressing it.

As for the parent-teacher meeting the other party mentioned, it wasn't that he didn't want to go, but his identity and some of his deeds weren't exactly a secret in the local area.

He always felt that if he showed his face, it would embarrass his son.

So every time there was a parent-teacher meeting, he would find all sorts of excuses to skip it, and he never even gave his son a kind look.

He never imagined that what he considered a trivial matter would leave such a deep impression on his son.

For a moment, a hint of guilt unconsciously surfaced in his eyes as he looked at Niu Bo.

"Son..." Niu Dali was about to say something when Niu Bo interrupted him.

"Shut up and listen to me! You always use your position as my father to scold me."

They said if you don't study hard, you'll end up like me, struggling in society, and you won't even know when you'll get stabbed to death by a silversmith.

But you've never asked me why I can't read it well.

Don't be so quick to memorize a poem in just one class period; I can't even remember two lines after a whole day of trying.

"How could I not know I'd lose face? But my brain is just like yours, what can I do?"

At this point, Niu Bo raised the bottle again and took a big gulp of baijiu.

After letting out a burp, he continued, "Don't you have any idea why I've become like this?"

I admit that I'm not good at studying.

If only you cared about me a little more, or even just offered a few words of encouragement.

If I could learn how to be a good person, I could find any way out in the future and wouldn't have ended up like this.

I always feel that you don't care about me, that you don't care about your son at all.

So I always try to do something rebellious to get your attention, but every time I end up getting either a scolding or a beating.

You immediately started calling me useless and saying I'm hopeless.

So I just gave up and decided to go all the way.

Upon hearing this, Niu Dali's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

He never imagined that he would unintentionally do so many things that hurt his child's self-esteem.

He lost his wife at a young age, and this was his first time becoming a father. No one told him how to be a good father or how to raise his child well.

Of course, Niu Dali also knew very well that these were not reasons.

Ultimately, it's because he failed as a person.

He was not a good son, nor a good husband, nor a good father, and even...

He's not even a proper citizen!

Thinking of this, Niu Dali couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He raised the bottle in his hand and took a big gulp.

"Son, I'm sorry, I haven't been a good role model for you."

But it's too late to talk about it now; you can only apologize to your mother in person when you get to the afterlife.

Sigh... that's how life is. I've lived most of my life in a daze.

If there is an afterlife, I will definitely be a good father and I will definitely not let you turn out like this!

No, if there really is an afterlife, you'd better not be my son anymore.

May you be reborn into a good family and live a happy life!

Upon hearing this, Niu Bo burst out laughing.

"Look at you, saying that again! What's wrong, have you had too much to drink?"

This guy even got all sentimental with us.

Let me tell you, jokes are jokes, but don't joke about the father-son relationship.

Although I, Niu Bo, harbor resentment towards you, I wouldn't go so far as to disown my own father.

At this point, he stepped forward and grabbed Niu Dali's shoulder.

"Old Deng, as your son, I know exactly what kind of person you are."

Greedy, lustful, cowardly, and afraid of trouble—I won't even mention how many times you've been scared unconscious by money during fights over the years.

But even someone like you, who dared to turn against a ruthless man like Uncle Zhou for my sake, you're still a good guy!

Let's not talk about who's right or wrong. I just want to tell you, if there really is a next life, I'll still be your dad!

At that moment, Niu Dali was so moved by his son's words that he didn't notice anything wrong with the last sentence.

Instead, he nodded earnestly, agreeing with Niu Bo's words: "Okay, okay, in the next life, you can still be my dad!"

Just then, the roar of a car engine came from afar, and the father and son looked in the direction of the sound.