The Local Lazy Man System

"Who said that Mr. Wu was not good to me? Don't look at the junior high school, Mr. Wu often criticized me and punished me. In fact, he was doing it for my good, but I was too naughty, and he was very tough."

Ye Rongrong said. Thinking back to the class teacher Wu in the early middle school, Ye Rongyao was really grateful to her. If she hadn't always disciplined herself, Ye Rongrong suspected that she was fighting with others, and would have sent herself to prison sooner or later.

"If you can think so, I think Teacher Wu will be very happy when Jiuquan knows it."

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

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After hanging up Chen Haishao's call, Ye Rongrong thought about it and called Dai Wanli, who is now working in the provincial capital.

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

"What's wrong?" Ye Rongyao asked suspiciously.

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

Dai Wanli said. It turned out that when Ye Rongyao called, it was Dai Wanli's class time. When he was in 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, but Ye Rongyao called and the phone rang.

What depresses Dai Wanli the most is that his mobile phone ringtone is "The Biggest Wife", which makes the students in the class listen to it, and they don't make fun of him, the teacher, for being afraid of his wife.

You know, today's college students are not afraid of teachers, the relationship between students and teachers. It can be said to be a teacher-student relationship, or a friend relationship. sometimes. Everyone is no big or small.

As a teacher, it would be shameless to be teased by students as a man who is afraid of his wife.

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

Ye Rongrong said. It's really unpredictable, I and Dai Wanli were in junior high school. In the eyes of the teacher, he is regarded as a "doo who can't be helped" by the teacher, and he is a "poor student" and a student with no future.

But who can think of ten years later, whether it is himself. Or Dai Wanli. They have all become teachers.

I don't know that those teachers and classmates in junior high school knew that they became visiting professors of Zhejiang South University.

Dai Wanli has also become a teacher at South Zhejiang University. How do you feel?

"Brother Honor, do you have something to call me?" Dai Wanli asked.

"Mr. Wu, the head teacher of our junior high school, passed away. I want to ask if you want to attend her funeral?" Ye Rongrong asked.

"Mr. Wu passed away? Isn't she quite young? I can't even think of her 60s. Why did she pass away?" Dai Wanli asked in surprise.

In junior high school, like Ye Rongrong, he was a famous bad student in the class. Dai Wanli was also taught and punished by the head teacher Wu, so he was very impressed by the head teacher Wu.

Perhaps the poor students are deeply impressed by the teachers who disciplined them in the reading era.

"Born with liver cancer."

Ye Rongrong said in a deep voice. After all, Ye Rongyao was a little silent in his heart after his former teacher passed away. People are creatures with feelings. As long as they have been with each other, no matter how long it has passed, suddenly hearing that the other person has passed away will always feel a little heavy, let alone the past. teacher.

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

Dai Wanli said. Like Ye Rongyao, he knew that his teacher had passed away. As a former student, Dai Wanli would still attend his teacher's funeral and give his teacher the last ride.

"I don't know exactly when the burial will take place. I will be there tomorrow. If you ask about the specific time, I will inform you." Ye Rongrong said.

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

Dai Wanli said. In Huaxia, red envelopes are required for "marriage, funeral and marriage", which is an important part of human relations.

In the area of ​​Wenzhou, it is very important, and the red envelopes for this relationship are very large, and the red envelopes for a year's human relationship even exceed one-third of the family's income.

Moreover, in Wenzhou, there is a very bad custom, which is to add a little bit. For example, when you celebrate your 30th birthday, whether you have a banquet or not, your close relatives and friends will give you a red envelope.

In the countryside of Wenzhou, on your 30th birthday, your close relatives usually pay thousands of red envelopes. If the other party gives you 1,000 red envelopes, wait until he is 30 (or 40, of course, anyway, every time he passes You have to give a gift every ten years), you have to add 200 to the base of 1,000. If this cycle continues, the red envelope will become thicker and thicker in the future, and the burden on the family will become heavier and heavier.

In Wenzhou, many people with average family conditions sometimes have to borrow wallets and red envelopes to maintain human relations.

"it is good."

Ye Rongyao agreed. For the current Ye Rongyao, money is no longer a problem.

"Husband, who passed away?"

Liu Qingqing couldn't hear it clearly, so he couldn't help but ask.

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

Ye Rongrong said. Although the teacher's death made Ye Rongyao feel a little uncomfortable, it didn't have much impact.

"Oh."

Liu Qingqing responded and stopped asking. After all, death is not a good thing. Don't mention it often, it's easy to make people sad.

"Wife, do we have a red envelope?"

Ye Rongrong asked. This red envelope must be wrapped with money in red envelopes. It looks festive and lucky, and no one pays the money directly, so it looks ignorant.

"Yes, I'll get it right away."

Liu Qingqing said. The red envelope is something that rural people have at home. After all, when there is any festive occasion, they can take out red envelopes.

However, Liu Qingqing handles the human relations in the village. Ye Rongyao usually doesn't pay much attention to it. When others ask him to drink, he goes to drink. As for how many red envelopes to pack, Liu Qingqing will send them over in advance.

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

To know that people died in Wenzhou, it can be said that it was the most lively time in his life, and even marriage did not die.

Sometimes, I have to say that people are very sad. When they are alive, everyone does not know how to be filial to the elderly. When someone dies, they organize funerals to show their filial piety.

"You are?"

Teacher Wu's husband looked suspiciously at Ye Rongrong who entered the mourning hall. Teacher Wu's husband is not too sad. After all, since knowing that his wife has cancer, the family has been prepared.

The passing of Mr. Wu, to a certain extent, is a kind of relief for Mr. Wu and a kind of relief for Mr. Wu's family.

After all, they are ordinary people who simply cannot afford the high medical expenses. Although being a teacher has good medical benefits, in many cases of cancer treatment, expensive imported drugs are used, and these drugs are not reimbursed. within.

For Mr. Wu's family, Mr. Wu's illness can be said to have spent almost all of the family's savings. Fortunately, Mr. Wu's two sons and one daughter are very filial, and they are willing to spend money to treat their mothers. Even if he knew that the cure could not be done, he would only waste money, and the family still took it out to treat Mr. Wu.

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

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

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

Now that Teacher Wu is gone, for her, she is happy. With children who are so filial to her, this outfit is also worth it.

I left quietly like this, and I no longer gave my children a big package and a big burden.

For the children of Teacher Wu, they have done their best filial piety and are worthy of their conscience. For them, they are relieved that their mother has left.

After all, the children also have various families and their own children. They are not well off, and they have to nurture their own children, and they are increasingly unable to pay for the high medical expenses.

It is not unreasonable to say that the poor cannot afford to be ill and have no filial sons for a long time. Many times, it is not because the children do not want to be filial to their parents, but because their economic conditions are overwhelmed, they cannot be filial at all. If you can't live, how can you take care of the elderly.

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

This teacher Wang, when Ye Rongyao was in junior high school, he was a Chinese teacher who taught the third year of junior high school, and was also the husband of Ye Rongrong's class teacher, Teacher Wu.

Ye Rongrong was still very impressed with him, but more than ten years later, Teacher Wang, who was originally black-haired, is now an old man with white flowers.

Everyone inevitably grows old and dies.

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

Ye Rongrong always thinks about people's life, old age, sickness and death, joys and sorrows, and some deep feelings.

"Are you Ye Rongrong?"

Teacher Wang asked in surprise. After all, in junior high school, Teacher Wang was also impressed by Ye Rongrong, the poor student in his wife's class.

Fights, fights, poor grades in school, often skipping classes, making my wife complain every time I come home from school, always saying whether I have done something wrong in my previous life, arranging such a student to torture myself.

But who would have thought that when her wife passed away, the first person who came to visit her was actually the student who gave her the most headaches and the most disliked student in junior high school.

Those "good students" that she took special care of and liked very much have never come.

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