Dad Academy

Wan Nian sat in the car, his face gloomy and silent.

The atmosphere was solemn.

The driver knew that his boss was in an extremely bad mood at the moment, so he cheered up to avoid becoming a punching bag.

Wannian kept thinking about what Lao Niu said to him just now in his mind. After getting angry, he gradually calmed down and thought about it carefully. What he didn't want to admit was that what Lao Niu said was actually quite correct.

He didn't know how Lao Niu knew some of his information. These information should be kept confidential.

He didn't know that after he picked up Wan Xiaohu, Lao Niu was worried and asked Zhang Tan to check on him with his old face.

Zhang Tan betrayed Lao Niu's reputation, and at the same time, with a responsible attitude toward Wan Xiaohu, he used resources to carefully investigate Wan Nian's situation. Not only did he not tell the truth, but at least he had a clear understanding of his experience.

Wannian has three daughters, the eldest is married, the younger one is 16 years old and the other is 5 years old and has no son.

He runs a publishing house, which is the Wanjia Denghuo Publishing House mentioned on his previous business card. He also has a chain of restaurants with assets of hundreds of millions.

When he was young, he didn't care that he didn't have a son. He felt that he was full of energy and would always have another son. But as he got older, he became more and more unable to do what he wanted. After a check-up at the hospital last year, the doctor told him that it was unlikely that he would have another son. .

His sperm lost viability.

This was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for Wan Nian. He tried various methods but never got what he wanted. It was not until he received a letter from Shen Die that he realized that he had a son left behind, and he was overjoyed.

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"Boss, we're home." Suddenly, the driver reminded softly.

Only then did Wan Nian realize that the car was already parked in the garage. He sat in the car and thought about it for who knows how long.

"Um."

Wan Nian opened the car door and was about to get out of the car when he suddenly asked the driver: "Am I not good to Xiao Hu?"

The driver spends a lot of time with him every day. In the past few days, he has taken Wan Xiaohu to eat, drink, and buy all kinds of new clothes and toys. The driver is responsible for driving, and it can be said that he has witnessed the whole process.

The driver was stunned, thinking quickly, and finally had to bite the bullet and said: "You gave him a good living environment."

After ten thousand years of silence, the driver suddenly panicked, worried that he had said the wrong thing.

Fortunately, Wan Nian was noncommittal and said that you should rest early, and then got off the car.

Lao Niu Barber Shop, after Wan Nian left, Wan Xiaohu, a melon boy, was in high spirits, jumping up and down, and took the initiative to go to the kitchen to wash dishes.

Lao Niu had no helpers, so he let him go, washed the dishes, took him to take a bath, and then went to bed.

"Grandpa, I'm going to kindergarten tomorrow." Lying on the small bed, Wan Xiaohu did not forget to remind Lao Niu not to forget to send him to kindergarten tomorrow.

"Okay." Lao Niu responded.

"Can I go with Xi'er? Will Xi'er pass by us?" Wan Xiaohu said.

"You can see her when you get to kindergarten."

"Grandpa, have the children missed me these days? Have they asked me?"

"I asked. Many classmates called to ask you. Teacher You also asked several times."

"Hehehe~~"

"I'll turn off the light, go to bed quickly."

"Wait~~"

"What are you doing?"

Lao Niu saw Wan Xiaohu tying his hands to the iron pole at the head of the bed with a towel. Did Gua Wazi still have such a hobby?

"Haha, grandpa, don't take me away at night, I tied myself up." After Wan Xiaohu finished speaking, he lay down, feeling relieved.

Lao Niu was speechless for a while.

"Grandpa, tell me a story."

Lao Niu told Wan Xiaohu a fairy tale he had written, but after a while, he heard Wan Xiaohu's even breathing.

He was very tired today. He was lying on the bed and fell asleep.

The next day, the silly Wan Xiaohu was so happy when he saw that he was not secretly sent away in his sleep. He ate breakfast, put on his schoolbag, and hurriedly went to the kindergarten.

When passing by Little Red Horse Academy, he called Xiaobai inside from the gate.

Xiaobai was overjoyed to see him appear, and the two children hugged each other and jumped, cheering.

But they both have to go to school and can only be separated soon.

Wan Xiaohu came to the kindergarten and was warmly welcomed by his classmates. They all gathered around him and asked him what he had been doing these days.

Lao Niu stood outside the classroom, looking at Wan Xiaohu's high-spirited appearance, and felt very happy in his heart.

He rode a small electric bicycle and saw a high-end barber shop on the way home. He stopped on the roadside and observed it for a long time. After returning to his barber shop, he compared the two and felt that his barber shop was a piece of shit. No wonder no young people came.

He made up his mind to run this small shop well from now on and can no longer hang around.

Halfway through life, I suddenly wake up, understand the responsibilities on my shoulders, have pursuits, and start working hard. Is it too late?

Lao Niu came to the bedroom, took out the wooden box from under the bed, opened the lid, and saw a lot of notebooks.

He sat on the floor, took out a book, and read the stories in it.

This was written stroke by stroke and word by word by him over the past decades. It is not only his story, but also his life and his dream.

He read very carefully, flipping through one book after another. When he saw the good writing, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously. When he saw the bad writing, he couldn't help but frown and scolded himself.

Time passed unknowingly, and he sat on the floor flipping through his notebook until the sunlight outside the window spilled into the room.

Looking at the time, it was already past two in the afternoon.

Unconsciously, I watched it for more than six hours.

But there are still a few unread notebooks at the bottom of the wooden box.

Lao Niu didn't want to read it anymore. He put the notebook he had read back into the box. He picked it up with both hands. The box was a little heavy. He stabilized his body and walked down the stairs step by step. He walked very slowly, with his left foot firmly planted and his right foot firmly planted. The feet then fell.

He leaned against the wall, hugged the wooden box tightly, and finally reached the first floor, turned to the right, entered the kitchen, and placed the wooden box on the ground.

He walked out of the kitchen and went to the barber shop to get a trash can.

The trash can was made of wire. Lao Niu put it on the ground and found a lighter. Then he touched the wooden box with nostalgia, gritted his teeth and opened the lid, and took out a notebook from it. Without looking at it, he turned on the lighter, and the flames Jumped out and slowly lit the notebook on fire.

He held the corner of the notebook with one hand and watched it slowly burn. The flames expanded rapidly when they encountered the paper, and the ashes fell into the trash can...

The flames engulfed the notebook until the heat on his hands was unbearable. Lao Niu put it down, threw the notebook into the trash can, and let it gradually burn out.

He then took out another book, threw it into the trash can and burned it.

He burned the notebooks he had kept for decades, filled with stories and dreams.

His heart ached, as if the fire was burning, not his book, but his heart and his body.

He felt confused and seemed to hear a shattering sound.

Things are broken and dreams are awakened.

Instead of feeling sad for himself, he felt unprecedented happiness.

Yes, happiness.

While he was burning his dream, the dream that had never been completed, he felt unparalleled happiness.

How many people are as lucky as him to still be able to pursue their childhood dreams until halfway through their lives.

They have long forgotten their original dreams under the pressure of life.

Society has polished them into smooth stones without edges and corners, without independent thinking and drifting with the crowd.

And he is lucky.

At this moment, Lao Niu finally figured it out and suddenly realized that a door seemed to have opened in front of him. In the past, he cowered in front of the door. Now, he put down his obsession and strode forward, because he believed that at the door, Afterwards, a broader landscape awaited him.

At fifty, you know your destiny.

He finally understands how difficult it is to realize his ideals. He no longer clings to the results when doing things, but learns to enjoy the process, be indifferent to honor and disgrace, and let nature take its course.

Writing a book was no longer his obsession, his obsession was burned away like these notes.

He already has a more important pursuit, he has someone to protect in his heart, and his life is more fulfilling and full of fighting spirit.