The national teacher dressed as a rich and noble son

The man in the suit is an ordinary employee of a foreign company, Ke Zhengzhi, with an average salary. He looked down for a while, then went straight to the overpass, intending to have lunch on the opposite side.

His leather shoes were polished very brightly, and he looked disgusted when he walked up the overpass.Ke Zhengzhi always looked down on the people who set up stalls on Tianqiao, thinking that they had no serious jobs. When he walked past these stalls, his neat suit would be dusted.

"Little white-eyed wolf!" Ke Zhengzhi suddenly saw his son surrounded by several people, eating with his mouth and holding it in his hand.

"I haven't eaten yet!" Ke Zhengzhi was furious suddenly, he went up and snatched the bread from him, and held it in his hand: "If you have money to buy bread, you still ask me for money at noon! Make me lose face in front of the manager , It really is a thing that eats inside and out!"

The child's name is Ke Xiaoyu. Five days ago, the teacher notified each student to pay a miscellaneous fee of 20 yuan, and also posted the notice in the parent group, but Ke Zhengzhi kept blocking the parent group.

Ke Xiaoyu didn't dare to ask Ke Zhengzhi for money, so he delayed it for five days, and finally couldn't make it this afternoon.After school, all the classmates went to the cafeteria to have lunch. He didn't eat any food. After leaving school, he walked all the way to his father's company, begging him for money with a panicked expression.

The father and son were talking in the stairwell, usually no one was there, but for some reason, the manager just passed by, and when he heard Ke Zhengzhi yelling at the child for 20 yuan, his expression immediately turned cold.

Ke Zhengzhi sent the manager away flatteringly, pulled the corner of his mouth, and slapped Ke Xiaoyu hard with his hands, and ran out immediately after beating the child.

Except for the meal at school at noon, Ke Xiaoyu never stopped eating, and his face was sallow and emaciated from hunger.

When Ke Xiaoyu saw his father chasing him, his face was as pale as paper, his mouth was opened, and he couldn't explain a word as if he was speechless.

The middle-aged man who bought bread for Ke Xiaoyu, Li Jianguo, quickly explained to the child: "I bought this, don't get me wrong. The child is almost hungry and fainted on the way, how can he be a father?"

Seeing Ke Xiaoyu looking timidly at Li Jianguo, Ke Zhengzhi became impatient and pulled the child over like he was grabbing at straws, "You see who is your father! Little white-eyed wolf, I am your father. I bowed my head in the company Make amends to the leader, you are eating and drinking here, who am I working so hard for!"

Speaking of the last sentence, Ke Zhengzhi grabbed his son's hand more and more forcefully, Ke Xiaoyu burst into tears, and stammered: "Dad, it's for Xiaoyu."

Hearing this sentence, Ke Zhengzhi finally felt relieved. He looked at Li Jianguo aggressively, and looked at Li Jianguo's poor attire from head to toe with contemptuous eyes. .

"It turns out that I have done a lot of crimes. I lost my son. If you don't go to find your son who died in a stinky ditch, why are you thinking about my son? Shame?"

Li Jianguo was furious when he heard the words, grabbed Ke Zhengzhi by the collar, and looked fiercely: "Say it again?"

"Okay, listen..."

Ke Xiaoyu took several breaths before crying out, "Father, uncle is a good man."

Ke Zhengzhi: "Little white-eyed wolf, who is your father, and who will you be filial to in the future? Who will work and pay your tuition? I have raised you for ten years, and he only gave you a bag of bread. Are you a white-eyed wolf?"

This kind of dialogue seems to have happened countless times, and Ke Xiaoyu's answers are always the same, like a machine pushed to its limit.

"Ke Zhengzhi is my father, and I will be filial to him."

Li Jianguo was angry, distressed, and helpless. He saw Ke Xiaoyu being pushed back and forth by Ke Zhengzhi, and the child's exposed wrist had several scars from the belt, and his eyes were red with anger.

But he was just a farmer from the countryside, and he didn't know how to confront the working class in the city. Li Jianguo thought of his little Bao again. Could he be suffering inhuman torture just like this child?

Ke Zhengzhi found a sense of superiority in Li Jianguo, confiscated Ke Xiaoyu's bread, and pushed him to go to school.

Ke Xiaoyu whispered: "Father, the teacher said to pay 20 yuan."

After speaking, he covered his face, afraid that Ke Zhengzhi would slap him again.

"What money do you want? Isn't it enough for me to pay your tuition?" It's okay not to mention it, but when it is mentioned, Ke Zhengzhi's sense of shame from being bumped into by the manager in the stairwell just now flooded back.

"By the way, why were you running just now? You ran away after hitting you, what can I expect from you in the future—" Ke Zhengzhi raised his hand, and Ke Xiaoyu squatted on the ground in fright.

"Ke Zhengzhi—"

Suddenly, a broken female voice sounded with electric current.

Wang Ping let go of the microphone, and the voice became clearer.

"Ke Zhengzhi——! That's how you treat Xiaoyu! I can't stop talking to you! Huh...Xiaoyu's mother is sorry, mother will go home now..."

Ke Xiaoyu heard the female voice clearly, and his eyes lit up: "Mom!"

Ke Zhengzhi suddenly panicked, he looked around anxiously, and stared at the mobile phone in Wang Ping's hand. At some point, this man actually connected to his wife's video call.

"Yujuan, listen to my explanation—"

"Ke Zhengzhi, I'm going to the station to buy a ticket now, and I'm going to divorce you!"

Wang Ping interjected, "I'll reimburse you for the air ticket."

He was held down by Xie Yubo just now, and the young master gave him a crumpled piece of paper and asked him to contact the person above.

This piece of paper was obtained by Xie Yubo from Xiaoyu's pocket, on which his mother Sun Yujuan's name and number were written.

Poor child, Ke Zhengzhi is frightened every day, clutching his mother's number, but never daring to call.

Sun Yujuan saved her whole life and never thought about flying. When she was suddenly reminded, she choked up and said, "Yes, I should buy a plane ticket..."

In order to give her children a better life, she participated in a construction project in Northwest China a year ago, going deep into the hinterland of the desert. The project needed female workers, and she was paid a lot of money, but she was very busy every day and the signal was not good. She hadn't returned home for a year. up.

When talking to his son once a week, Ke Xiaoyu was watched by his father and never dared to speak ill of him.

Sun Yujuan only found out today that what Ke Zhengzhi said was all to coax her.

He said that he enrolled his child in an English class, but the child was very busy and had no time to answer the phone.

He said that the company's financial situation was not good and the salary was cut. Sun Yujuan hurriedly advanced the salary and asked him not to treat the children badly.

The results of it?Her son was beaten like this for 20 yuan!Ke Zhengzhi is not as nice to Xiaoyu as the passers-by on the overpass!

Sun Yujuan lowered her voice and said to Ke Xiaoyu: "Mom will be home in the evening, you go to class now, be good."

She said to Wang Ping with red eyes: "This kind-hearted elder brother, I will transfer 20 yuan to you immediately, can you help Xiaoyu 20 yuan?"

Wang Ping: "OK."

"Why do outsiders have to pay for this money, I'll give it, I'll give it..." Ke Zhengzhi was finally willing to pay, but Wang Ping was faster than him, and directly gave the child 100 yuan to go to class.

Sun Yujuan: "I don't want your money."

Ke Xiaoyu seemed to understand what his mother meant, and obediently took Uncle Wang's money, "Goodbye, mom, thank you brother, thank you uncle."

He walked briskly down the overpass. It turned out that his mother would be on his side, and his father would also be afraid. If only he had called his mother earlier.

He will be brave in the future.

After the child had left, Sun Yujuan said coldly, "Ke Zhengzhi, Xiaoyu is your biological son."

Sun Yujuan was good-looking and virtuous. Ke Zhengzhi and her were in a free relationship. He had never thought of divorce. At this moment, it was like a paper tiger with a big hole punctured, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"I know, I know... I never doubted that."

Sun Yujuan: "Then why—forget it, I don't want to know."

Ke Zhengzhi: "I don't want a divorce! Yujuan, I know I was wrong. When you come back, we have agreed to have another one. I will treat him very well."

"Did you have an illegitimate child outside?" Sun Yujuan wondered, otherwise, why did she keep selling her miserably and save her salary?

"no!"

"Then you are not worthy of being a father. Xiaoyu will not have you as a father in the future."

"I……"

Xie Yubo helped him and said, "Because you have no virtue in life, and your descendants are not filial. Is that so? Mr. Ke?"

"Yes!" Ke Zhengzhi suddenly regained his confidence, and vowed, "Yujuan, it's not that I treat Xiaoyu badly, it's because Xiaoyu was reincarnated as a white-eyed wolf. The master said that the little white-eyed wolf will never support him in the future." Us, drive us out of the house, and force us to beg on the street if we don’t get paid when we are sick! The money spent on him is also wasted, and I want to save it for later retirement.”

Sun Yujuan laughed when she heard that, "Is this an unfounded charge?"

"Why is it called unwarranted?" Ke Zhengzhi saw Xie Yubo's advertisement saying fortune-telling, and immediately acted as if he was grabbing at straws, "You do the fortune-telling too! If you are skilled enough, you will conclude that Xiaoyu is a white-eyed wolf."

Xie Yubo tilted his head: "Xiaoyu really won't support you, and won't call you father anymore."

"Look! Look!" Ke Zhengzhi waved his hands and feet excitedly.

Sun Yujuan: "You're an idiot, why would I marry someone like you? Causes bear fruit, you treat Xiaoyu like this, and you still want him to be obedient to you? I'm going to divorce you, and I won't let you Xiaoyu called you Dad."

Ke Zhengzhi suddenly froze like a wooden man, as if his throat had been choked.

Xie Yubo shook his head. There are many variables in a child's life as he grows up, and he is greatly influenced by his parents. It is really immoral to make such divinations for others.

And often the result of fortune-telling affects the attitude of the parents. Once the attitude changes, it will force the child to be unfilial, and then it will become the hand of the gods.

Xie Yubo: "Mr. Ke, do you know who is telling your fortune?"

Ke Zhengzhi was still stubborn at this time: "Master Liu, he is very accurate. He told fortunes on the street, saying that I will be doomed that day. Don't walk by the window. That day a flowerpot happened to fall from the third floor."

"Then do you know that the owner of the flower pot is that Master Liu?"

Ke Zhengzhi's eyes widened: "...Impossible, why would he..." At that time, he was in a hurry to go back to find the master, trying to calculate his luck, and he didn't bother to discuss with the owner of the flowerpot at all.

"You and Sun Yujuan are classmates in college. When you graduated, someone gave Sun Yujuan gifts every day to confess your love. You have been secretly in love with Sun Yujuan for a long time, and you have no courage to confess and are unwilling to confess, so you pretended to be the other party and confessed first."

Sun Yujuan was shocked: "Those gifts are very thoughtful, no wonder you don't give them any more after falling in love."

Ke Zhengzhi's face turned blue and then pale. He remembered that the person he cut off must have the surname Liu.

Many years later, classmate Liu suddenly found out about this incident from his classmates. There was no evidence, and he was very angry.

Ke Zhengzhi really took the bait, he has a very dark mind, it can be seen from the fact that he had a crush on Sun Yujuan and didn't dare to say it, but pretended to be someone else.

This trick is on the edge of the law. You say he is a fraud, but they also confiscated Ke Zhengzhi's money.

At that time, classmate Liu made up a bunch of discord between husband and wife, unfilial children and grandchildren, and Ke Zhengzhi didn't dare to fart when he married a long-coveted goddess. He occasionally felt guilty, after all, he was a cheated wife. You will receive retribution, and as soon as you are lobbied, you will immediately regard the unfilial piety of your children and grandchildren as retribution.

Sun Yujuan loves children very much, Ke Zhengzhi is not good at telling her about fortune-telling, and at the same time, he doesn't want to spend any more money on Ke Xiaoyu. He is extremely selfish and loves domestic violence, and he always wants to have another child.

"Yujuan, I was wrong." Ke Zhengzhi suddenly knelt down with a plop, tears streaming down his face, "Don't divorce, I was wrong, I will make up for you and Xiaoyu in the future, don't leave me, I love Xiaoyu, no I can't live with you..."

Sun Yujuan simply hung up the phone.

Ke Zhengzhi had no white-collar bearing at all, countless regrets and despair welled up in his heart, he even wanted to jump off and be hit by a car to death, but Sun Yujuan had already hung up the phone, he couldn't threaten anyone, and he didn't dare to die.

He kicked and beat the bridge like crazy, and even wanted to vent his anger on Xie Yubo.

But when he sat in the office, he was not as healthy as Uncle Wang, and he couldn't beat him at all. Uncle Wang and Li Jianguo put him under the overpass together to avoid blocking the road.

Xie Yubo took off his straw hat. This farce has been going on for a while, and it's almost time for class.As time goes by, Ke Zhengzhi will regret it more and more, because Ke Xiaoyu is the only child in his life.He will die alone and suffer for the rest of his life.

Suddenly a person knelt down before him, and Li Jianguo eagerly took out all the money in his pocket, one hundred yuan, one yuan and five yuan, and steel coins, which were all his belongings.

"Little Bodhisattva, please help me figure out where Xiaobao is, can I do it? It doesn't matter how much it costs, I can go to the construction site to move bricks, two hundred a day—" Li Jianguo choked up. It was the first time he saw hope.

Wang Ping's eyes were also earnest. Li Jianguo bought food for Ke Xiaoyu when he had no money himself. He was a very kind person.

Xie Yubo took out a ten-yuan talisman, folded it and put it in his pocket, and exchanged for a talisman.

It's the first time for a national teacher to open a business, so let's charge less.

He pressed the talisman on Li Xiaobao's photo seriously, and said after a while, "You catch the first bus from here, sit at the end, and see a child in old red clothes, that's it."

"Little Treasure is in Longgan City?" Li Jianguo was shocked. Today he planned to leave Longgan City and go to the next city. He couldn't imagine the consequences of missing it.

"Yes, he is five years old and may not remember you, but he is also waiting for you to pick him up and everything will be fine."

Wang Ping took out his wallet and stuffed a wad of money into Li Jianguo's trouser pocket, "Take it and buy some delicious food for the child. If he refuses to return the child, you can call me."

Li Jianguo couldn't help but kowtowed to Xie Yubo and Wang Ping, "I will pay back the money when we get back to our hometown and settle down."

After speaking, I hurriedly got off the bridge and waited for the first bus.

Xie Yubo held the ten-yuan bill, and rolled his eyes, "Uncle Wang, I'm opening."

"Congratulations, young master." Wang Ping said from the bottom of his heart.

Xie Yubo said happily: "I will come to this place tomorrow."

Wang Ping happily cleaned up the stall, and suddenly his face changed, "Master, Master, I saw Mr. Shang coming over."

As we all know, Mr. Shang and Brother Xie are like wearing a pair of pants. He knows it, and it is not far from Xie Chenbo knowing it.

"What? Where is it?" Xie Yubo didn't see it.

"It seems that the car has broken down. I have to cross the overpass to the other side and wait for other drivers to drive."

Uncle Wang gave up his sunglasses stand, picked up Xie Yubo's fortune-telling signboard, and ran away with Xie Yubo, as if he had encountered a city management officer.

Uncle Wang pulled Xie Yubo back to the car, "Today is just a rehearsal, young master, the overpass is not a long-term solution after all, and the urban management will occasionally come to drive people away."

Xie Yubo asked what urban management is, and nodded. Although urban management is not as scary as Mr. Shang, but being expelled by urban management, it would be embarrassing for the Great Master.

New markets must be opened up.

Xie Yubo returned to the classroom and saw a group of silly, white and sweet boys studying hard, and couldn't help being a little moved.

Do you want to kill it?

If a piece of talisman from the master of the country sells it cheaper and sells it, can it also make a lot of money?

In the afternoon, there was a big composition class. As the boss, Xie Yubo was under some pressure. Liu Fei warmly invited him to write a composition with the younger brothers and take the lead in demonstrating.

"Oh." Xie Yubo said indifferently.

Liu Fei thoughtfully took out Xie Yubo's composition, turned to the first page, took off the cap of the fountain pen, and handed it to Xie Yubo.

Liu Fei thinks that he is helping the boss to integrate into the group, otherwise every time they write math problems, the boss can only pretend to read books to motivate and accompany them, but in fact he feels very sad.

Water pens are different from brushes, and cannot write elegant fonts, so Xie Yubo didn't use all his skills, and restrained his sloppy style a little bit.

The national teacher also needs to practice modern water brushes, which are easier to carry than brushes.

The inspecting principal saw that the class was seriously writing the composition, and he couldn't help but feel a little relieved. He didn't see the house number clearly for a while, so he went in to inspect it.

Anyway, such a well-behaved person can't be the second class.

Xie Yubo was writing an essay when a person suddenly approached him.

"Little classmate, your handwriting is a bit ugly. You have to deduct [-] points for the composition of the college entrance examination. You need to practice."

Xie Yubo raised his head: "..."

ugly?

Liu Fei said in a calm voice: "Principal, how can you say that about Boss? Although Boss's characters are ugly, he is hardworking."

The principal suddenly saw Xie Yubo who raised his head, recognized it, and quickly changed his words, "It doesn't matter how well you write, the most important thing is your heart."

Master Daguo picked up the composition text, his eyes were confused, is it really ugly?

But the tyrant said that the calligraphy skills of the three masters of Guozijian were not good, so he personally taught him to be a teacher, and praised him for his own style.

Damn, the tyrant lied to his national teacher again.