My Life with Narration

Chapter 695: Chapter 686: A Disgrace to Decency, A Disgrace to Decency, Dad

Some families are happy while others are sad. Aside from his aunt’s household being divided, both Hao Ren’s family and Su Qing are in rather good spirits at the moment.

"Who would’ve thought, Qingzi, that you actually have the skill to debate a group. You shouldn’t be named Su; you should be named Zhuge, Zhuge Qing!"

In the car, Du Qiang saw this and couldn’t help but tease.

To be honest, the way Su Qing handled the situation surprised him; that decisiveness to refuse was something Du Qiang felt he couldn’t pull off.

Hearing this, Su Qing shot him a side glance and spat, "Focus on the road and drive properly!

Battling a group with words? What kind of reckless statement is that? I certainly don’t want to face off with words, and stop watching cartoons, Zhuge Qing from ’Under One Person’. Do I have squinty eyes? If you keep joking, I might not even need my Samadhi True Fire to burn you!"

Damn that Zhuge Qing; back then, that painting "President Shen on an Outing" almost crushed him, and now here’s Zhuge Qing again. Is it really appropriate for a cop to watch cartoons? His character is about to collapse!

"Damn, and you say you’re not Zhuge? You’ve even used the Samadhi True Fire. Come on, Littlest, breathe some fire!"

With a crack, a flame flickered, startling Du Qiang. Then he saw Su Qing lighting a cigarette for himself.

Du Qiang: ...

"You really have a big heart, huh? Did you just roast someone to your heart’s content just now? If you really didn’t want to help, you could’ve acted like Sister Li and kept your peace!"

With that, Du Qiang lit a cigarette for himself too.

Upon hearing this, Su Qing shook his head with a wry smile, "You think I wouldn’t want that? People came right to my home to corner me."

"Is that so? I heard people went to Sister Li’s house as well. Didn’t she just do as she pleased? She lives quite comfortably now."

"It’s different!"

"How is it different?"

"Sister Li’s relatives, even though they assume too much, and act all high and mighty, they didn’t talk about money. But my family was ransacked for gold coins!

Believe it or not, if I hadn’t made a scene today, that relative of mine would’ve asked to borrow money. Now I’ve strained the relationship; even if they want to come, they have to think about their attitude. As for borrowing money? Don’t even think about it!" Su Qing exhaled a puff of smoke and laughed coldly.

He hasn’t even mentioned his cousin trying to pimp him out. Is that a proper relative? Might as well cut ties, but at this juncture, there needs to be a legitimate reason. Otherwise, it’s not that he fears people talking — after all, he’s not familiar or close with those relatives back home. But still, it wouldn’t be easy for his mom and dad, right?

"True, today I’ve witnessed a lot too. What can you do? Every family has at least one relative they can’t stand. Luckily, I’m useless enough that they can’t see any benefit in me." Du Qiang nodded, even feeling that not having any great skills was good; at least he didn’t have so many troublesome matters.

After all, putting himself in that scenario, he couldn’t handle it like that.

Simply put, it’s the philosophy of lying flat being worthless — as long as I’m worthless enough, no one can trouble me.

"By the way, enough about me, how have you been recently?"

"How have I been in what way?"

"Work, life, mood... love life."

Hearing this, a trace of loneliness flashed in Du Qiang’s eyes but it quickly disappeared, and he laughed heartily, "Pretty good, I feel great, everything I eat tastes delicious, worry-free. I’ll save up some money over the years, then make a down payment, buy a house, marry a wife, have kids, and my life will be complete, haha!"

[It’s just verbal insincerity. Du Qiang is someone who, despite his carefree exterior, is deeply emotional. He likes Jiang Yu a lot but not to the point of obsession. However, the regret has amplified the weight of this emotion. It seems indifferent, but it takes a long time to move on.

Luckily, he’s naturally resilient, so he doesn’t really fall into despair.]

Listening to the narration prompt, Su Qing couldn’t help but sigh internally. He knew this would be the case. As expected, he still cares, still thinks about it.

Just as the narration says, even if Jiang Yu hadn’t died, they might not have ended up together. But her death left a vivid mark in Du Qiang’s heart.

Sometimes, unfulfilled love is far more memorable than complete love. It’s humanity’s flaw — we always think the ones we can’t have are the best.

He can see it clearly because he has narration and is on the outside, so he can see it from an impartial perspective, but Du Qiang can’t. He has no external help and is directly involved.

The greatest mental harm is the difficulty of withdrawing from post-event depression. This impact doesn’t fade with time; instead, it may turn into a knot in the heart, even popping up during happy moments, feeling like a sudden blow to the back of the head.

"People have a thousand abilities, but in the end, they can’t fight destiny. One can’t be untroubled all their life. When you find you can no longer pick things up and let them go, you just have to accept your fate. Many things are predestined, no need to evade, just do your best." Su Qing smoked a cigarette, opened the window, and spoke lightly as he watched the scenery recede behind them.

Life’s countenance fades with each meeting, and the good days may not be long. Sometimes a farewell is for eternity; cherishing those at hand is good enough.

Hearing this, Du Qiang flicked his cigarette ash and smiled, "I understand all these truths, but, well, I just feel a little uneasy. I didn’t just miss out on a person; in fact, I missed out on a different life. How can I not have regrets?"

"But how do you know that the life you missed would’ve been better? Who knows, maybe the life you have now is the one you wanted. The world is so big, is she really the only one?"

"I don’t know, but at least right now, I think she was really great! Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever get married in the future; the thought of it gives me a headache." Du Qiang laughed lightly.

At this, Su Qing waved his hand to disperse the smoke in the car and smiled, "Marriage requires a bit of impulse. Sober people can’t get married. Just find a way to make yourself a bit muddled.

Besides, you keep thinking her leaving is a regret, but I think she didn’t really die; she just completed her life."

Upon hearing this, Du Qiang was stunned for a moment, then tapped on the brakes, pulling the car to the side of the road. He looked at Su Qing for a long time and then finally spoke, "Maybe you’re right, maybe she really did complete her life!"

Isn’t that so? Everyone dies eventually; it’s just a matter of time. Some live to a hundred, others only to twenty. But the meaning of life isn’t in its length, but its depth.

[Your words gave Du Qiang a hint of warmth, diverting some of his inner gloom. Maybe he should be grateful.]

Listening to the narration in his head, Su Qing smiled.

Then they continued heading back. Using his privilege, Su Qing had Du Qiang drive him back to Jiangming District.

After all, everything was resolved; he should at least report back home to put Old Su at ease. Who knows if that aunt’s family of his might show up at his place again.

If they do, at least he should be prepared.

After bidding farewell to Du Qiang, he walked lightly towards home. As he arrived at the door, before he could open it, he heard bursts of laughter inside.

"Come on, come on, come over here! Come catch me!"

"Don’t run, don’t run, let me see where you are!"

The voices inside were from his mom and Old Su. Upon realizing this, Su Qing paused, quickly retrieved a spare key from the shoe cabinet, and opened the door. In the next second, he stood there dumbfounded.

He saw his dad blindfolded, groping around, while his mom was dodging.

"Foolish Monarch, pah~ Dad, you’re bringing shame to the culture, you’re disgracing it, Dad!"

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