Xu Jun's life

If Zheng Yehu was invited purely to see how he was beaten, then Xia Zhifei was really invited to thank him.

These days, my dad stays at the research institute every day to watch Lin Sen do experiments. He is a rare person who laughs, but he is obviously happy. He doesn't smoke or drink, and he doesn't like to play cards. He only watches the news while watching TV.Going to the institute to watch us do experiments is his greatest pleasure these days.Since following me to the research institute every day, he even eats a little more every day.Seeing him so happy, my mother and I didn't dare to stop him. Fortunately, it was Li Zhurong who said hello to the higher-ups. The institute actually let my father follow me to Group A every day, even the electron-positron pair collides with him. can let him in.

Although Li Zhurong was very unhappy, I took my parents and moved to the school dormitory. I opened a floor shop in the living room every night, and took my dad to work during the day. My mother was worried and carried a bag every day. At the entrance of the research institute, I would chat with me every day on the way to take each medicine, reminding me thousands of times, lest I remember it wrong.

The medicines my dad takes are mostly western medicines, but most of them are Chinese patent medicines with few side effects, and the common feature is that they are expensive.I used to check the prices of everything online, and the monthly cost of each was more expensive than my salary.In particular, a foreign injection that my dad goes to the hospital every week, which is said to enhance the vitality of normal cells, is even more priceless.

I thought at first that these medicines were bought by Li Zhurong at a high price.Later I learned from Li Chang that these medicines were obtained from Xia Zhifei.

I have always wondered why Li Zhurong controlled the heavy industry, Zheng Yehu's family was mainly in the military area and customs, and Xia Zhifei was a little bit older than them, so why did he only set up a chain hotel that didn't bother him.

It turned out that he was in charge of medicine.

When I told Li Zhurong about my new discovery, he laughed for 3 minutes, and after he finished laughing, he told me: "Xia Zhifei is not in charge of medicine, but because he has a sick child in his family, so he made a few ways in medicine. .”

I said "Oh" and continued to write on paper.

Li Zhurong put down the document, and came over: "Why didn't the teacher ask me what Xia Zhifei does?"

"I asked you to tell me?"

He shook his head with a smile: "I will tell you that the teacher sleeps here tonight."

Then you better not tell me.

Seeing that I didn't take the bait, he reached out for the paper on which I wrote the formula: "What is the teacher doing, and he even drew a function diagram."

"I'm calculating the money my dad spends on medicine every month." I explained to him: "I don't know the price of this kind of injection, so I can only make a function of demand and price based on the prices of several similar injections. The unit is Euro..."

His face fell.

"Is the teacher going to tell me next that you will return the medicine money to me in the future?"

I held his hand reassuringly.

"Don't lose your temper, I'm just doing the math, not paying you back." Seeing that he still looked unhappy, I could only explain to him helplessly: "Besides, even if I want to pay it back, I won't be able to pay it back." ..."

He raised the corner of his mouth triumphantly: "It's good that the teacher knows, I will confiscate this piece of paper, and I won't forget it in the future."

I have nothing to do with him, I can only say: "Okay, I won't count it in the future."

His temper and emotions are all in his heart, the more angry he is, the more he hides it.If there is an angry look on his face at any time, there is only one meaning: I am upset, teacher, you can figure it out yourself.

Before I met him, although he had a bad temper, he was straightforward, irritable was irritable, and angry was angry, but he was not so capricious and unreasonable.At that time, if something didn't suit him, he would just get mad.But now, he is putting on a face that is about to go crazy, waiting for me to come over and coax him in a nice voice, and he is more and more fond of pushing an inch.

So I always feel that people like me can't teach children well-he is a bad example.I think most of his current temper is from my habit.I originally wanted to teach him to have a better temper and not to deal with others easily.In the end, I don’t know how it happened. The more I taught him, the more he was in a variety of situations, and his temper became more and more willful.And the more I was there, the more he liked to bully others, and he threatened me every now and then, asking me to follow him to do this or that, and later he developed the mantra of "When the teacher kisses me, I will...".

Just like when I cooked for him at that time, I originally wanted him to have a balanced nutrition and grow his body well, but instead he started to picky eaters.Every day he was appointed to eat this and that, and he was picking and choosing at the dinner table. I could only coax him to eat in a nice voice.

Habitual, he is becoming more and more self-willed.I thought that after ten years he has become so self-disciplined, and his bad habits should have been corrected, but I didn't expect him to remain the same.

Because I live with my parents at school and go to work every day, I can only come to him on Saturdays and Sundays, because I have to go back at night.He was very upset.When I was eating, I picked a bunch of green onions and garlic, and I picked a cold dish of pickled peppers and white bamboo shoots to eat.I endured it and endured it, but I still couldn't help it, and advised him in a low voice: "Don't eat this too much, you will have a stomachache later..."

He snorted and ignored me.

I put some food for him: "Eat some fish, that dish is too spicy."

"I don't eat fish."

"Do you want to eat chicken? I just learned this asparagus dish..."

"I don't eat asparagus." He looked unhappy and glanced at me: "Didn't you go back after eating?"

I couldn't do anything about him, and he didn't eat a bunch of vegetables for him. As a result, he started to hold his stomach before I washed the dishes after the meal.

Fortunately, I made soup and brought it for him to drink, and found stomach medicine, but he refused to eat all of it, and sat on the sofa looking at documents with a haughty face, his face was as cold as a sculpture.

"You have to take medicine?" I squatted on the ground to persuade him: "How can you have such a temper, you have to take medicine when you are angry."

"Don't you want to go back? Go quickly, it will be dark in a while." After he finished speaking, he pursed his lips again, looking at the documents with a determined face.

He just figured that I couldn't be cruel.

He has injuries on his body, and he has been working hard recently, so he goes to R University to look for me every day, and I can't tell if he has lost weight, I just feel that there is no trace of excess flesh on that side face, and his face is pale, the more I look at him, the more I feel that he is now Stomach hurts badly.

I crouched on the ground and shook his knee.

Mo blue eyes turned and looked at me silently.

"You took the medicine, so I won't go back tonight, can't it?"

As it turns out, I really should.

As soon as I said to stay, someone quickly picked up the pill, swallowed it, finished the soup in two gulps, threw the documents away, and hugged me horizontally.

I was so angry that my brain hurt, and my mind was full of six words: self-inflicted evil, I can't live.

Not only that, after one night, I also had to find sadly that not only did he not suffer from stomach pain, but he was also full of energy, alive and well, not as healthy as a cow.

This liar ran to win over my mother while I was still awake the next day.

Since I told my parents about the real situation between me and Li Zhurong last time, the old lady has become less wary of him—probably because she knew how expensive my dad’s medicine was and guessed it was Li Zhurong. bought.

My dad stays in the research institute every day, and the old lady is worried. She looks forward to it at home every day, and watching Korean dramas makes her uneasy.He also called me from time to time to check on the post and asked about my dad's situation.Last time I took her to the research institute, just to let her know that the place where my dad stayed was neither dangerous nor difficult.After she saw it, she would have followed her every day.As a result, my dad quit and said: You don’t understand physics, so what are you doing here? The countdown starts to remind me three hours before I take the medicine every day, reminds me once in the remaining two hours, and reminds me again in an hour.I'm ashamed that you stay here and affect other people's experiments.

The old lady was robbed by my dad, so she had to come back, but she didn't give up.I don't know how Li Zhurong did it, and how she told her, anyway, the next day, the old lady happily brought a armband from the R cafeteria and a young girl to deliver meals to the members of Group A .Before my dad could speak, she showed her work permit first: "See, I have a work permit. Don't talk, just take your medicine after dinner."

The old lady "legally" stayed in Group A, and reminded my dad to count down the medicine every hour.I also brought a bag of wool balls over there, sat in the lounge to knit a sweater, and said it was for my dad to wear in autumn.

I didn't agree with Li Zhurong's approach at first, and the research institute was not run by my family. Such a big fanfare, not to mention affecting other people's work, looked too arrogant. Although others didn't say it, they didn't know what it was like .

However, he dismissed my concerns: "What do you care about other people? Your parents are the happiest. If others have opinions, they won't tell you. Just pretend that they don't exist. If anyone doesn't like it, let him do it." Tell me. As soon as your parents are old, let them do whatever they want. Others are not your family, your family is someone else?"

I can't say no to him, and I can't stop my mother from letting me go-the old lady stays at home alone and has nothing to do, so she will think about my father's illness and feel sad when she thinks about it.More than once I caught her secretly wiping tears alone.

Fortunately, the team leader Wang Zhi is often away, Qi Jing and I are still friendly, Lin Sen doesn't care about these things at all, and only cares about his experiments.Xiaobai was very happy, and he got close to my mother every day, and had a hot chat - now my mother not only adds an extra chicken leg to him every day, but also buys three catties of beige wool, and plans to knit him a sweater.

On the weekend of the second week when my mother went to deliver meals, Li Zhurong and I invited Xia Zhifei to our house for dinner.

When they came, I opened the door.

The first thing I saw was a slightly pale, but definitely the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life.

The last time I saw him was ten years ago.

He tilted his head, resting his chin, looked at me for a while with a ruffian expression that didn't match his face at all, and then laughed loudly at Li Zhurong who came over: "Bingkong, so this is your concubine! "