The Local Lazy Man System

"Who said that Mr. Wu treated me badly? When you don't watch junior high school, Mr. Wu often criticizes me and punishes me. In fact, he is doing me good, but I am too stubborn. He is very iron and steel."

Ye Yaorong said. Recalling teacher Wu, the teacher in the middle of junior high school, Ye Yaorong was sincerely grateful to her. If she hadn't always controlled herself, Ye Yaorong suspected that she would fight with others and would send herself to prison sooner or later.

"If you can think of it this way, I think Teacher Wu will be very happy if he knows about it."

Chen Haishao said touchingly. Who would have thought that the worst student in the junior high school class would still remember the kindness of his teacher!

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After hanging up Chen Haishao's call, Ye Yaorong thought for a while and called Dai Wanli, who is now working in the provincial capital.

"Brother Honor, why call me at this time?" Dai Wanli's depressed voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What's the matter?" Ye Yaorong asked suspiciously.

"Brother Honor, I am not like you. I am a landlord now. I don't have to go to work. I have to teach students during the day."

Dai Wanli said. It turns out that when Ye Yaorong called, it was when Dai Wanli was in class. During class, Dai Wanli would turn off the ringtone of his mobile phone and set it to vibrate.

However, in class today, Dai Wanli forgot about it, and as a result, Ye Yaorong called and the phone rang.

What makes Dai Wanli most depressed is that his cell phone ringtone is "The Wife is Biggest", which makes the students in the class listen to it and don't make fun of himself as a teacher who is afraid of his wife.

You know, college students nowadays are not afraid of teachers and the relationship between students and teachers. It can be said that it is a teacher-student relationship or a friend relationship. sometimes. Everyone is not big or small.

As a teacher myself, it would be so shameless to be a man who was made fun of by students for being afraid of his wife.

"Oh, I forgot that you are a teacher. I disturbed you in class."

Ye Yaorong said. The world is really unpredictable. Both myself and Dai Wanli were in junior high school. He is considered by the teacher to be an "unable to support Adou", in the eyes of the teacher, he is a "poor student", a student with no future.

But who can think about ten years later, whether it is himself. Still Dai Wanli. All have become teachers who are worthy of others.

I don’t know how the teachers and classmates in junior high school would feel that they had become a visiting professor at Southern Zhejiang University and Dai Wanli had also become a teacher at Southern Zhejiang University.

"Brother Honor, are you calling me something?" Dai Wanli asked.

"Ms. Wu, the teacher in charge of our junior high school, has passed away. I want to ask if you want to attend her funeral?" Ye Yaorong asked.

"Ms. Wu passed away? Isn't she quite young? I don't think it's sixty. Why did she pass away?" Dai Wanli asked somewhat unexpectedly.

In junior high school, like Ye Yaorong, he was a well-known poor student in the class. Dai Wanli was often taught and punished by the teacher Wu, so he was very impressed with the teacher Wu.

Perhaps the poor students were impressed by the teachers who had disciplined themselves when they were studying.

"He was born with liver cancer."

Ye Yaorong said deeply. After all, when the former teacher passed away, Ye Yaorong was also a little silent in his heart. People are emotional creatures. As long as they get along with each other, no matter how long time has passed, and suddenly hear the other party pass away, there will always be a bit heavy in his heart, let alone the past. teacher.

"Oh, when is the funeral, both Haitang and I will go."

Dai Wanli said. Like Ye Yaorong, he knew that his teacher had passed away. As a former student, Dai Wanli would still attend the funeral of his teacher and give his teacher the last time.

"I don't know the exact day of the burial. I will pass tomorrow. I will notify you when asked about the specific time." Ye Yaorong said.

"Okay, Brother Glory, give me the red envelope first, and pay you back when I return."

Dai Wanli said. In China, these "weddings and funerals" all require red envelopes, which is an important part of human relations.

It is very important in the area of ​​Wenzhou, and the red envelopes for this relationship are very large. The red envelopes for a year's relationship are even more than one-third of the family's income.

Moreover, there is a very bad custom in Wenzhou's human relations, which is to add a little bit. For example, when you celebrate your thirtieth birthday, whether you hold a banquet or not, your close relatives and friends will give you a red envelope.

In the rural area of ​​Minzhou, on the 30th birthday, the relatives who are close to you usually have to pay thousands of red packets. If the other party gives you 1,000 red packets, wait for him to be 30 (of course, 40 years old, anyway, every time. Gifts are given once every ten years), you have to add two hundred to one thousand, and the cycle continues, and the red envelope will become thicker and the burden on the family will become heavier.

In Wenzhou, many families with average family conditions sometimes rely on borrowing red envelopes from their wallets to maintain relationships.

"it is good."

Ye Yaorong agreed. For Ye Yaorong now, money is no longer a problem.

"Husband, who has passed away?"

Liu Qingqing couldn't hear clearly, and couldn't help asking.

"It was my head teacher in junior high school. She died of cancer."

Ye Yaorong said. Although the teacher's death made Ye Yaorong feel a little uncomfortable, it didn't affect him much. After all, he was not a close relative, and he did not have the pain of losing a close relative.

"Oh."

Liu Qingqing answered, and stopped asking. After all, death is not a good thing, so don't talk about it often, it will make you sad.

"Wife, do we have red envelopes?"

Ye Yaorong asked. This red envelope must be filled with red envelopes. It looks festive and lucky. No one pays for it directly, so it looks ignorant.

"Yes, I will get it now."

Liu Qingqing said. The red envelope is something that the rural people have in their homes. After all, they can take out red envelopes when there is a festive event.

However, Liu Qingqing was dealing with the friendships in the village. Ye Yaorong didn't pay much attention to it. When others told him to drink, he would drink. As for how many red envelopes he had to pack, Liu Qingqing would send them in advance.

...

Teacher Wu's home lives in Kuocang Town. When Ye Yaorong drove an Audi Q7 to Teacher Wu's house, a large tent was set up temporarily in front of her house.

You must know that people died in Wenzhou. It can be said that it was the busiest time in his life. He didn't even get married.

Sometimes, I have to say that people are very sad. When alive, everyone doesn't know how to obey the elderly. It must be said that it is a kind of sadness to wait for a person to die and run a funeral to show their filial piety.

"you are?"

Teacher Wu's husband looked at Ye Yaorong who walked into the hall in doubt. Teacher Wu's husband didn't feel too sad. After all, since he knew that his wife had cancer, the family had been mentally prepared.

The passing of Teacher Wu, to a certain extent, was a relief for Teacher Wu and a relief for Teacher Wu’s family.

After all, they are ordinary people and cannot afford the high medical expenses. Although being a teacher has good medical benefits, many times the treatment of cancer requires expensive imported drugs. Such drugs are not reimbursed. within.

For Mrs. Wu’s family, Mr. Wu’s illness can be said to have spent almost all the savings at home. Fortunately, Mr. Wu’s two sons and a daughter are very filial, and they are willing to spend money to treat their mother. Even if they knew that the cure would not be good, they would only waste money, the family still took it out to treat Teacher Wu.

He even borrowed money from relatives and friends to treat Mr. Wu.

Seeing his family spend thousands and thousands on his incurable disease every day, Teacher Wu felt very painful. He gave up treatment several times and was stopped by his family.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, Teacher Wu's family still gritted their teeth and refused to give up.

Now that Teacher Wu is gone, it is happy for her. It is worth it to have such a filial child.

I just left quietly, and no longer gave my children a big package, which was a big burden.

For the children of Teacher Wu, they have done their utmost filial piety, and they are not ashamed of their heart. The departure of their mother is also a relief for them.

After all, children also have various families, and they also have their own children. They don't live a wealthy life. They have to train their own children, and they can't afford the high medical expenses.

I have to say that poor people can’t afford to be ill, and there is no filial piety for a long time. It’s not unreasonable. In many cases, it’s not because children don’t want to be filial to their parents, but because economic conditions are weighing on them. If you can't support it, how can you care for the elderly?

"Teacher Wang, I am Ye Yaorong. When I was in junior high school, I was a student of Teacher Wu." Ye Yaorong said to the old man in front of him.

This teacher Wang, when Ye Yaorong was in junior high school, he was the Chinese teacher who taught the third year of junior high school, and he was also the husband of Mr. Wu, Ye Yaorong's head teacher.

Ye Yaorong still has a very impressive impression of him, but more than ten years have passed, and Teacher Wang, who was originally a black hair, is now a pale old man.

It is inevitable that anyone will grow old and die.

I don't know why, I came here today and looked at the white cloth strips standing at the door and the words of sorrow on the electronic display.

Ye Yaorong always thinks about people's birth, old age, sickness and death, sorrows and joys, and has some deep feelings.

"Are you Ye Yaorong?"

Teacher Wang asked with some surprise ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After all, when he was in junior high school, Mr. Wang was also impressed by the poor student Ye Yaorong in the class of his wife.

Fighting, fighting, poor school grades, often skipping classes, letting my wife, every time I go home from school, I complain a little bit, always asking if I did something wrong in my previous life, and torturing myself with such a student.

But who would have thought that his wife had passed away, and the first person to visit her was the student who caused her the most headache and the most unwelcome to see when she was in junior high school.

None of the "good students" she took care of and liked so far have come.

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