Chapter 251 One Hundred Thousand Soldiers
“Is the outside world so complicated?”
“It’s much more complicated than this.”
“But you obviously haven’t either. A few years older than me."
"There is no necessary relationship between experience and age."
"Then with your experience, what should you do if you encounter a problem like mine?"
"What should you do? That is your problem, not mine."
"䱱... Do you have any sympathy? I'm about to commit suicide, can't you just comfort me?"
"Well, since you I strongly urge you, so I’ll just give you a few words of comfort, young man! When you encounter unlucky things in life, don’t be depressed, cheer up, you have to believe that even worse misfortunes are yet to come!
Suffer more when you are young, so that you will get used to it when you are old
Isn’t this how life slowly gets better day by day? "
"Are you sure this is comfort? "
" Otherwise? Apart from birth, old age, illness and death, there are actually very few truly important things in life.
There is no need to look sad over trivial matters,
There is no need to compete with villains for a moment.
No matter how unforgettable the pain is, if you look back decades later, it will feel insignificant.
It’s like looking down from such a high place. You can see beautiful scenery at first glance, but if you look down from the second floor, you might see only garbage.
If you stand at a different height, what you see will naturally be different..."
"Bang! "Wanwan!" Where are you Wanwan? ! ”
The rooftop door behind him was suddenly pushed open with a bang, and the next moment, a middle-aged man with an anxious face rushed out from the stairs.
Then he caught sight of the two people sitting on the edge of the rooftop.
"Wanwan!" The middle-aged man was surprised and anxious at the same time when he saw the young man turning his head.
There was no time to think about why there was an extra person at the scene.
"Wanwan! Don't move! Dad is here. You can tell him if you have anything to do. Don't do anything stupid!"
The middle-aged man rushed five years away from the boy. He was six meters away and didn't dare to get any closer. He stretched out his hand with a nervous look on his face, trying to comfort the boy, as if he was afraid that he would suddenly jump if he was suddenly stimulated.
"Hu~hu~" At this time, three men ran out of the corridor, panting.
Two of them were wearing security uniforms, and one was a gentle young man wearing glasses.
"Classmate Zheng Wan...the teacher finally...finally found you...don't...don't be impulsive! If you have something to say, say it carefully!"
The young teacher was out of breath. Lower airway.
“Dad!”
Zheng Wan stood up, only to scare everyone again.
"Don't, don't, don't! We won't go! We won't go, okay! Don't jump!"
Seeing everyone looking like they were facing a formidable enemy, the young man felt a trace of bitterness on his face. He turned around and looked at Meng Lang next to him again, and asked suddenly.
"You said, I am a lone brave person when I take this step, but if I turn around, will I be considered a coward?"
Meng Lang smiled when he heard this.
"Of course it counts!"
"Uh..." The young man was stunned.
"So, you need to turn around and take a few more steps, and then you will find...there is nothing in the distance but distance, and the further away, the more lonely!"
Young man: "..."
It’s obviously poisonous chicken soup, but why do I feel so much more cheerful after listening to it?
Am I broken?
After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath.
Immediately, under the surprise and astonishment of everyone, I slowly turned around, just one step away from the edge of the rooftop...
...
"Thank you! Thank you. ! Mr. Meng, if it weren’t for you today, I wouldn’t know how to explain to Wan Wan’s deceased mother! I, Zheng Dalu, will remember this great kindness!”
Meng Lang looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was holding his hand and bowing to him repeatedly with red eyes to thank him.
He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a wide forehead and thick lips, and slightly dark skin. He looks like a loyal and honest farmer, not a scientific researcher at all.
Is this the goal of this trip...
"Mr. Zheng, there is no need to be like this. I just happened to pass by and chatted with classmate Zheng Wan for a few words, and I just expressed my feelings.
In my opinion, classmate Zheng was just impulsive. After calming down, he will naturally realize that he did something stupid at the time
However, you should really pay more attention to Student Zheng’s learning environment. "
"Alas! To be honest with Mr. Meng, after Wanwan's mother passed away, the child became much more taciturn.
Recently... my work has not been going well, I have lacked concern for Wanwan's study and life, and there is a lack of communication between father and son. I cannot escape the blame for today's incident! ”
Zheng Dalu looked remorseful.
At this time, he only had fear in his heart.
If he hadn't happened to meet Meng Lang today, once Zheng Wan had really done that irreparable fool thing...
When he thought of that terrible possibility, Zheng Dalu felt so regretful that he almost wanted to go crazy.
"Professor Zheng, classmate Zheng Wan, this is also my responsibility as a counselor. I failed to discover the problems in the class at the first time. I ask for your forgiveness."
The previous one The young teacher who caught up turned out to be Zheng Wan's counselor. At this time, he looked even more frightened and apologized repeatedly to Zheng Dalu and his son.
Fortunately, this matter was stopped today.
Su University is a well-known institution of higher learning in Jiangsu Province. If a vicious suicide occurred in one of his classes, it would definitely have an extremely negative social impact.
Not to mention the damage to the school’s reputation, my job as a counselor has basically come to an end, so I definitely don’t have to count on my application to stay in school...
Fortunately, Zheng Wan is safe now. It's okay, there is still room for recovery...
"Teacher Wu, there is no need to call me Professor Zheng. I have resigned and am no longer a professor in the school."
Zheng Dalu looks at Teacher Xiang Wu looked a little cold and angry.
No matter how good-tempered he is, a father might not be able to bear it if his child encounters something like this in his class. He is already sensible enough not to get angry on the spot.
"Professor Zheng, don't worry, I will definitely report this matter to the school for serious handling, and severely punish those responsible! Give me some time, and we will definitely give you and Zheng Wan a satisfactory solution. Explain!"
Teacher Wu couldn't hear the complaint and anger in Zheng Dalu's tone, and immediately said with a look of shame that this matter would be investigated to the end!
Professor Zheng? Resign?
Meng Lang detected something unusual in the conversation between the two.
"Mr. Zheng turns out to be a professor at Soochow University?" Meng Lang asked seemingly casually.
"Well! I used to be a professor of genetics at the medical school, but recently I resigned due to some reasons. This is one of the reasons why I have been so indifferent to Wanwan..."
Zheng Dalu looked guilty.
It turns out... this is a talent with a story...
He is a professor at Soochow University, and he has just resigned...
It seems that this person is not only a talent, but he is also currently in a career gap. Is this a good time to take advantage of it?
No wonder I would recommend him. Did you even think about the recruitment opportunity for yourself?
As for Zheng Dalu's personal ability... Meng Lang was not worried at all.
As the saying goes, one can tell a horse's power from a distance, and time is the best judge. Whether it is a thousand-mile horse, time has already given the answer...
But there is no rush yet.
To solicit such a thing and to repay a favor is to be considered inferior.
"Mr. Zheng, since I'm fine, I'll say goodbye first. I still have friends waiting for me."
Zheng Dalu couldn't help but feel another wave of solicitation and thanks.
However, Meng Lang hadn't gone very far when Zheng Wan, who had been silent behind him, suddenly ran over and bowed deeply to Meng Lang.
“Brother Meng, thank you!”
Meng Lang turned around, looked at the young man whose eyes were no longer stagnant, and smiled.
"Thank you, I just made some complaints. Those words were said to you, so why not to myself? Maybe I should be the one to say thank you."
In short, after chatting, my mood seemed to be inexplicably better.
Maybe... spreading negative energy can really help reduce stress?
"Really? Then I want to know, if there is really nothing in the distance but distance, then Mr. Meng, how did you get out of that loneliness?"
The young man asked with a longing look on his face.
How did I get out of that distant loneliness?
Hmm! This is a good and thought-provoking question!
He patted the boy on the shoulder and showed a weak smile.
“People are different, and the biggest difference between me and others is.
Even if I walk alone, I still have a hundred thousand soldiers behind me..." (End of Chapter)