Becoming a life winner from infancy

Chapter 255 216 Home Plan and Digital Eternity

The staff's words caused both Xia Anyang and Fang Guanghui to fall into brief silence.

The children are still young and full of hope for the future; "the past" is a concept they can hardly comprehend.

But for adults, even though the dads are currently enjoying utmost happiness.

Yet to say there are no regrets about the times lost, now just memories, would be a lie.

"I think it's okay to revisit the flavors of the past, but you can't get overly obsessed with it," Xia Anyang said.

Before the kids, Xia Anyang intended to establish the correct values, "Society must go forward, and the times must advance—all driven by our hope for the future, isn't that right, Old Fang?"

"Hmm?"

Fang Guanghui, who had been daydreaming, seemed somewhat unprepared when Xia Anyang called out to him.

"Going back to the past...Honestly, I have no desire to go back at all."

Fang Guanghui scratched his head, "My life now is so much better than before. With such a beautiful wife and such a great son, I think I'm very happy as it is!"

"Why didn't you mention me, Uncle Fang!"

Nuo Nuo stood by with her hands on her hips, looking indignant. She could joke around with Fang Guanghui very casually, completely without any sense of distance.

"Right, right, then I wouldn't have such a cute... cute—"

"Cute—?" Nuo Nuo tilted her head curiously, continuing on from Fang Guanghui's words.

Ah, this is tricky. How should I refer to Nuo Nuo? The little girl next door? My son's childhood sweetheart?

Fang Guanghui had never thought about this before.

He glanced subconsciously at Xia Anyang, who was watching him with a cool gaze.

It was clear what the consequences would be if he mentioned that particular relationship.

But, but.

Ever heard of the saying "a father's status is elevated by his son"?

With You You backing me, why should I, Fang Guanghui, fear anyone in my life!

So Fang Guanghui mustered his courage and, right in front of Xia Anyang, patted Nuo Nuo on the head.

"In that case, Uncle wouldn't have had the chance to meet such a cute little goose like Nuo Nuo!"

"Yay!" Nuo Nuo cheered joyfully, raising her hands in the air, "I'm also Uncle Fang's little goose!"

"Old Fang, come here for a second, I've got something to talk to you about."

Xia Anyang tugged Fang Guanghui's arm, wanting to have a private talk. Fang Guanghui knew very well there was no sweet juice waiting for him for acting recklessly like this, and naturally, he didn't want to get hit, so he kept pushing Xia Anyang's arm away to prevent him from pulling.

"No, I don't want to go! You You, save me!"

At this moment, Fang You was attentively learning the detailed information about the Homeland Plan, paying no heed to his dad.

Ah!

Doesn't it all sound exhilarating?

Exhilarating it is!

After all, the latter two stages are almost entirely science fiction concepts—they might as well be science fiction itself.

However, even though only a conceptual proposal was offered at the moment, the Home Project's gallery was still packed with people, and adults seemed even more interested than children, each reading through the details of these visionary plans with earnest attention.

Adults often leave behind many regrets in their youth, so the idea that memories could be taken back to the past presents an opportunity to make up for those past regrets.

At that moment, Fang You heard two tourists nearby discussing reflectively:

"If one day you had to choose between living consciously and dying in your memories, which would you pick?"

"I'm not sure... There are so many regrets from the past I want to make up for, but I also don't want to miss out on the good things in the future."

"Even if there are really many good things in the future, do we actually have a slice of that future for ourselves? For me, I really hope I could choose the latter."

"Sometimes I really feel like just an NPC, no, not even an NPC... I'm like a clown. I slaved away at work for so many years, only to be dismissed on a whim, without any consideration! They didn't even give me N+1 compensation..."

"Damn it, they say the company is about to go bankrupt and ask us to consider the company's difficulties because of our many years together. But what about us? Aren't we in a tough spot? We're just workers. They didn't think of us when dividing the cake, so why should we be dragged into sharing the hardship with them now?"

"Don't be so pessimistic. You've just been having a run of bad luck lately. Besides, aren't I, your brother, here with you at the Paru All Stars, watching the rockets? Our country can send people to the moon; what can't we do? Even if you think it's really bad, I'm still here with you, right?"

"Wuwuwu, I'm so glad you're with me, you're a true brother!" The man who had been fired expressed his gratitude to his companion.

"Let's not talk about that now. You're treating me to dinner tonight."

"No problem, let's go! Let's watch the All-Star game!"

Fang You watched the brotherly scene of the two men with their arms around each other and suddenly remembered things from his past life.

As for the memories of his past life, Fang You's recollections were vague and fragmented; there wasn't anything that could truly be called a "regret."

If he had to say something...

Was being alone all the time a regret?

In his memories of his past life, Fang You didn't have many friends. The scattered memories showed that he was always alone.

Even driving the V9 was solitary.

But he also didn't consider that to be a regret. Life just seemed to go on that way; it didn't make him feel sad.

Of course, his circumstances in this life were slightly different...

Because at that moment, his right hand was suddenly taken by someone else.

Their arms intertwined and curled around each other, just as close as the two men's.

But going even further than that, the other person skillfully intertwined fingers with him while leading him on.

Holding tightly.

The other person's face also had a smile beaming with joy.

It was Xia Nuo, who had finished watching the Joyous Man's fatherly competition.