The convoy arrived in front of a small building.
Wang Jiaxiang got out of the car and felt a surge of emotions upon seeing the two-story building.
This was the starting point of his successful career. Here, he had his glory, a happy family, beloved children, and a cherished wife, yet also here.
All his dreams were shattered, all his love and relations severed.
This place holds betrayal for him; seeing it stirs mories of the past.
Entangled in love and hate, grievances and feuds!
Two rows of people stood neatly in front of the building, and the mont they saw Wang Jiaxiang, they all respectfully bowed.
"Teacher, welco ho."
In these two rows were elderly people with the sa white hair as him, middle-aged n, and even a few young people in their mid-twenties.
The eagerness in their eyes, the joy on their faces.
That inner reverence and respect for the old man.
"You all ca."
Seeing these students of his past made his thoughts stir.
The children truly cared for him; even during a ti when his family, his son, cut ties with him, these students tried every way to protect him.
Over the years, he beca disillusioned with the world, fell into despair over everything, even severed contact with all his students.
But seeing them, he knew these students had worked hard to help him during his years of demotion; they almost took turns visiting him, bringing him things, encouraging him to live well.
They even used all their connections among relatives and friends to try to protect him.
rely because he had fallen into despair, and because of despair, he gave up many things.
Even gave up the chance to see them again.
Seeing these students once more, he could still feel their respect and admiration for him.
These children remain unchanged from before.
"Teacher, we took turns looking after your house, cleaned it every day, keeping it as it was. Nothing has been moved, even the books on your desk, we’ve found them all.
Not a single one missing. We’ve been waiting for your return, waiting for you to lead us to a breakthrough in military research, to take Xia Country’s military research to its peak."
Niu Weiguo ca up to support the teacher, though he was not much younger than the teacher.
However, this teacher once led him out of confusion, guided him, enabling him to advance further in his research. His achievents today owe much to the teacher’s help, seeing the teacher filled him with excitent.
This is what it ans to be a devoted fan in later generations.
"Thank you all, thank you for helping over the years."
Wang Jiaxiang was surrounded by students, and this feeling seed to take him back to earlier tis.
The eager anticipation in the students’ eyes made him feel he had never left.
Suddenly realizing he was wrong all these years, he shouldn’t have given up on himself because of the harm from certain people.
If it weren’t for Jiang Xiaoxiao, if it weren’t for the things that happened, he might still be unable to move on from the past.
Sotis people can see others clearly, yet fail to see themselves.
Now he suddenly felt that life wasn’t that formidable, amid all the betrayal and hurt.
Is there anyone who hasn’t experienced it?
But he should set his sights further, open his heart, view the larger world with a forgiving eye, to see the world outside.
There are still more people waiting for him, many who cherish him.
And there are still many things he can do.
He’s only 60 now.
If he works hard again, he might manage another ten or twenty years.
He must nurture more talents in the country’s dical and military research, passing on everything he has learned to these young people.
This is what he should do, rather than limiting himself to personal grievances and giving up everything, giving up on himself.
"Teacher, it’s great you’re back."
All the students were now in tears, many weeping quietly.
To them, the anticipation for the teacher over the years finally had a result.
The teacher is still alive; in their hearts, the teacher’s knowledge and abilities are beyond their reach.
Now that the teacher is back, they can start anew, soone to guide them, soone to illuminate the way.
"Dad."
The address made everyone pause.
The scene suddenly beca quiet, everyone turned their heads silently.
But no one spoke; at this mont, who is more qualified to speak than Wang Jiaxiang?
"Dad! You’re back, Dad, it’s , Xiao Yu!"
"Dad, it’s , Xiao Xiao."
A male and female voice made Wang Jiaxiang silently turn back.
Though the voices had beco unfamiliar, the Xiao Yu and Xiao Xiao speaking, he knew were his once beloved son and daughter.
Turning back, he saw a man and a woman at a distance, with two large families behind them.
They walked directly to Wang Jiaxiang, and the man and woman leading the group knelt down before him with a thud.
"Dad, forgive us, forgive our ignorance back then. At the ti, we simply felt we were responding to the nation’s call, we truly didn’t know it would have such severe consequences. Dad, we were wrong."
"Dad! We were wrong, we’ve really realized our mistake. We’ve been searching for you all these years, never able to find you. Now that you’re finally back, please forgive us. We will surely be filial to you and make ands for the mistakes we made then."
The man wore a Chinese tunic, and the woman a western suit, both clinging eagerly to Wang Jiaxiang’s legs, crying uncontrollably.
Behind them was a throng, though none of them knelt, Wang Jiaxiang could tell.
They should be the children, husbands, and wives of the two families.
Everyone looked at him in bewildernt, eyes full of eager hope.
And joy and happiness, yet Wang Jiaxiang felt no wave in his heart, unable to feel warmth or be moved.
He hadn’t been in contact for so long, completely cold-hearted.
It’s hard for them, indeed.
"Alright, you can get up. I forgive you."
Originally thought they would have to cry repeatedly, even make more effort to win the old man’s heart back.
Unexpectedly, just upon eting, the old man had forgiven them.
All those speeches prepared to be profoundly moving, those dilemmas of being forced and helpless, had no ti to be enacted.
The old man relented so easily.
Delight flickered in their eyes, they stood up, each holding one of his arms.
"Dad, you really forgive us. Don’t worry, we will treat you well from now on, certainly make up for our past mistakes. Dad, let us help you inside. You’ve co such a long way, it’s ti to rest thoroughly."
"Pei Hua, hurry and buy ingredients, cook a al, make sothing delicious for the old man, he loves yam and stewed spare ribs."
"Dad, inside I’ll give you a massage, I know your back has long been plagued with aches and pains, surely worse now. Don’t worry, from tomorrow I’ll accompany you to the hospital for a thorough check-up, any ailnts will be promptly treated."
Wang Jiaxiang silently withdrew his hands from his children’s grasp.
"You all should go, don’t co again."
His tone was calm, without resentnt or anger.
He walked towards the house with the students.
"Dad, what do you an? Didn’t you forgive us?"
Wang Xinyu and Wang Xinxiao were shocked.
The aning in their father’s words seed like he didn’t want any involvent with them, completely different from what they anticipated.
The old man, alone in life now, isn’t the ti to seek familial happiness?
"I made it very clear, I forgive you, but forgiveness doesn’t an everything is forgotten. You all now have your own families, live your own lives well, but don’t disturb .
I’ve gotten used to living alone, accustod to having no children, no family. Therefore, I will continue to live alone, still without children, without family. You all have nothing to do with , our relationship is long gone, severed.
You’ve heard water once spilled can’t be gathered? Even if gathered, it can’t be pure again. Dirty is dirty. Can’t go back!"
Wang Jiaxiang answered firmly, leaving his children stunned.
He went inside with students and old friend, Old Kang.
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