Chapter 2395 - 2230: Chaotic Times

Chapter 2395: Chapter 2230: Chaotic Times

No words, no speech, dreams rise and dreams fade. Child, in the end, who can truly say what they have experienced in this life? No one wishes to live like this.

Everyone has been through such things, yet none of us have ever lived like this before. We should be happy between us, rather than always being opposed to others, comparing ourselves to add to our deep inner burdens. Don’t you think it’s a kind of heartache, a fatigue of the soul?

I only want everyone to live easily and happily, not caring about anything.

"I really don’t understand, Grandpa, what are you thinking? After all you’ve said about lies, can’t you still tell? Let me explain it to you: even if I speak to you out of goodwill, deceiving you with lies, it’s still a lie, isn’t it? Regardless of your motives, anything you say to deceive others is still a lie. Lies don’t change in essence because of different natures; a lie is always a lie. Why can’t you understand this principle even now? You keep finding excuses to defend yourself; do you find that meaningful?

As a man, the most important thing is to bear the responsibilities toward your family, and secondly, to courageously face the consequences of every action you take. Not to push all responsibilities onto others. Others will not always be your support, nor assume the consequences of the mistakes you made repeatedly for you. Yet you remain oblivious, not knowing what to do, continuing to speak eloquently here, debating whether it’s a lie. You still refuse to acknowledge that everything you’ve done was a lie, that it was wrong and hurt others. You continue to insist that your actions were right. Your worldview is simply unchangeable, and I don’t want to argue so much with you, it’s tiring me.

Dad, I truly think you should reflect more on whether what you’ve done is wrong. You should carefully consider whether your father’s actions were wrong too. He still refuses to admit how many mistakes he’s made, how many lies he’s told. Maybe to you, those lies aren’t lies. You simply don’t understand how much harm a lie can cause to a normal person; it can affect a person’s lifetime of happiness."

Zhang Yichen himself never thought that even now, his father would still refuse to admit his failures in everything he’s done. He realizes that his father is nothing like he imagined. The father he imagined was a strong, upright man who could bravely face and accept every mistake he made, but the father in front of him just avoids responsibility again and again. Has he ever thought about taking responsibility? Is he really the father he envisioned? Have his actions been truly wrong? Should he really have shielded and indulged him again and again, reflecting on the harm his actions have caused his wife? Has he felt nothing, shown no remorse? Everything he’s done was just hoping his family would live happily and peacefully. But why has everything now become the result he least wanted to see?

He is already numb; he can’t comprehend it all. It all torments him. Everything he does once again hurts those around him, but he continues to enjoy the fruits, without feeling remorse, without feeling guilty. What difference is there between his actions and his father’s? His dad is this kind of person, so should he follow suit and live like him? If he accepts living so shamelessly, then why is he alive, what is the purpose of living here? Does he want to accept harm from others repeatedly? Does he want to accept the heavy blows others deal to him? Is that truly what he wants? Looking back on everything he’s done all these years, was it truly wrong? He never told a single lie, but facing his father, who never wanted to take responsibility for each lie he told, who kept making excuses and finding reasons, he’s not the strong man he once was. Perhaps wandering outside for years has made him forget any semblance of masculinity deep within.

"He’s no longer the father I once perceived; he’s not the father in my heart. Avoiding responsibility, refusing to face any matter, only continuously pushing all responsibility onto others. That kind of father is not my father. Dad, do you know? When you suffered those hurts, I stood by your side without hesitation, defending you. But now, thinking about everything you said, I can’t believe that those words would come from my father. You still remain deluded. As my son said, you never admit your lies are lies. You insist on differentiating whether it’s a benevolent lie or malicious; you’ve ignored the essence of a lie.

Perhaps I should also reconsider every decision I’ve made. Whether they were correct or wrong. I begged Grandpa to forgive you, to let you return home, of course, I also had selfish motives, merely to save face for everyone’s life. But why does my heart hurt so when you say these things? I don’t understand what all your actions are for. Again and again, you make everything into this, and everything you gain results in harm to everyone. Do you know your actions now make me scorn? I’m not your child; you’re not my father. Such a father suffocates me—leaves me no way to live uprightly. A real man must bear the consequences of wrongdoings courageously, and you can’t. From start to finish, you think of just avoiding the consequences of your mistakes; you always try to push the blame onto others. You never consider whether it’s appropriate. What you seek is just the so-called benefit in your eyes. What you want is everyone’s forgiveness, so you can continue hurting others without caring about their deep feelings. You have no means to comprehend the consequences your actions bring to others’ inner worlds. What you want is repeated harm; you harm others but forget utterly that one day you will also be hurt by others!"

"Every word I said to you, I still remember clearly. How did you respond? What attitude did I use to say those words? I’ll never forget; that day was my deepest inner struggle. I didn’t know whether what I did was right or wrong. We have no way to discern which life path we should take..."

If you really can’t let her go, then go find her. Even now, I refuse to believe that things between you have become this way.