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Nezha walked up to the desk and looked his father in the eye. "Dad, I want to have a serious talk about my future."
Li Jing raised an eyebrow, signaling him to continue.
"First of all, I want to thank you for the job opportunity you've arranged for me. I know it's out of your good intentions," Nezha said sincerely. "But I hope you can respect my choices. Football is not just a sport to me; it's my dream. I don't want to look back when I'm older and regret not pursuing what I love."
Li Jing's expression remained largely unchanged as he listened quietly.
"I want to give it a try," Nezha continued. "I want to work towards becoming a Football Coach. If after two years I find that I'm really not suited for this path, then it won't be too late to take the job at the company you suggested. But at least I'll have tried, and I won't have any regrets."
Li Jing was silent for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Nezha, do you know why I've always hoped you would have a stable job?"
Nezha shook his head, not quite understanding his father's meaning.
Li Jing opened an old photo album and pointed to a yellowed photograph. "Look, this is what I looked like when I was young. Back then, I had just graduated from military school, full of passion and ideals, hoping to achieve great things and bring glory to my country."
Nezha leaned in closer to take a look at the photo, where Li Jing appeared vibrant in his crisp military uniform, his eyes filled with determination and confidence—so different from the man he was now.
"But reality is always cruel," Li Jing said with a bitter smile. "During one training session, I suffered an injury due to exhaustion and had to retire early. At that time, I had already married your mother, and you were about to be born. I had to give up my dream of being a soldier and look for a stable job that could support my family."
Nezha stared at his father in surprise; this was the first time he had heard this part of his father's past.
"So, I don't want you to make the same mistakes I did," Li Jing's voice trembled slightly. "I hope you can choose a stable path directly, so that you don't have to wait until reality cruelly strikes you down before giving up on your dreams. That kind of pain is something I don't want you to experience."
Nezha's heart trembled as he finally understood his father's good intentions. It turned out that his father did not underestimate the importance of pursuing dreams; rather, it was precisely because his own dreams had been shattered by reality that he hoped his son could avoid such pain.
“Dad…” Nezha's voice quivered slightly, “I didn’t know you had such experiences. But because of that, I am even more determined in my thoughts.”
Li Jing looked at him in confusion, not understanding what he meant.
“Your dreams were forced to come to an end, leaving behind regrets,” Nezha explained. “I don’t want to follow in your footsteps and wait until I’m old to regret not having pursued my passions. I want to take advantage of my youth and try boldly. Even if I fail, at least I will have tried.”
Li Jing was taken aback, clearly not expecting his son to use his own story against him.
“Moreover, the environment now is completely different from when you were young,” Nezha continued. “Society is more open, there are more opportunities, and the cost of failure isn’t as high. If I truly fail on the path of football, I can still choose another route. But if I don’t even dare to try, that would be the real failure.”
Li Jing fell silent, his son’s words plunging him into deep thought. Indeed, times had changed, and choices had increased. Perhaps he had been imposing standards from his own era onto his son while overlooking the changes in society.
“And Dad,” Nezha’s voice carried a hint of pleading, “I really love football. It brings me endless joy and satisfaction. If I can share this joy with more people, wouldn’t that be a meaningful thing?”
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