My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 251 One Hundred Thousand Soldiers
"Is the outside world so complicated?"

"That's more complicated than that."

"But you are obviously not a few years older than me."

"There is no necessary relationship between experience and age."

"Then based on your experience, what should you do if you encounter a problem like mine?"

"What to do? That's your problem, not mine."

"You...do you have any sympathy? I'm about to commit suicide, so can't you comfort me a little?"

"Okay, since you strongly demanded, then I will just comfort you with a few words, boy! When you encounter unlucky things in life, don't be depressed, cheer up, you have to believe, even more unlucky in the back!
Eat more hardships when you are young, so that you will gradually get used to it when you are old.

Isn't life getting better day by day? "

"Are you sure this is consolation?"

"Otherwise? Apart from birth, old age, sickness and death, there are not many really important things in life.

There's no need to be sad about little things,
There is no need to compete with the villain for a moment.

No matter how deeply painful it is, if you look back after decades, you will feel insignificant.

It's like looking down from such a height, you can see all the beautiful scenery at first glance, but if you want to look down from the second floor, maybe all you see is garbage.

Standing at a different height, the things you see will naturally be different..."

"Bang!" "Wanwan! Where are you, Wanwan?!"

The roof door behind him was suddenly pushed open with a slam, and the next moment, a middle-aged man with an anxious face rushed out from the stairs.

Then he saw two people sitting on the edge of the roof at a glance.

"Wanwan!" The middle-aged man was surprised and anxious when he saw the boy turn his head.

It was too late to think about why there was one more person on the scene.

"Wan Wan! Don't move! Dad is here, you can talk to Dad about anything, don't do anything stupid!"

The middle-aged man rushed to a place five or six meters away from the boy, but he didn't dare to continue to approach. He stretched out his hand and looked nervous to appease the boy, as if he was afraid that he would jump off if he was suddenly stimulated.

"Huh~huh~" At this time, three men ran out of the corridor, panting again.

Two of them were wearing security uniforms, and one was a gentle young man wearing glasses.

"Student Zheng Wan... the teacher finally... finally found you... don't be impulsive! Speak up if you have something to say!"

Young teacher out of breath.

"dad!"

Zheng Wan stood up, but in the end, everyone was terrified again.

"Don't, don't! Let's not go! Let's not go! Don't jump!"

Seeing that everyone looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, the young man had a trace of bitterness on his face. He turned around and looked at Meng Lang beside him again, and asked suddenly.

"You said, I am a lonely brave man when I take this step, so if I turn around, is it considered a coward?"

Meng Lang smiled when he heard this.

"Of course!"

"Uh..." The young man was taken aback.

"So, you need to turn around and take a few more steps, and then you will find that...the distance is nothing but distance, and the farther away, the lonelier!"

juvenile:"……"

It's obviously poisonous chicken soup, but why do you feel a lot 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, he turned around slowly, and moved away from the edge of the rooftop just one step at a time...

……

"Thank you! Thank you! Mr. Meng, if it weren't for you today, I don't know how to explain to my mother who passed away later! I, Zheng Dalu, will always remember this kindness in my heart!"

Meng Lang looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was holding his hand and bowing to him with red eyes to thank him.

With thick eyebrows and big eyes, 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 doesn't need to do this, I just happened to pass by and chatted with classmate Zheng Wan, just expressing my feelings.

In my opinion, student Zheng was just impulsive. After calming down, he will naturally realize that he did something stupid at that time.

However, you should really pay more attention to Mr. Zheng's learning environment. "

"Oh! To tell you the truth, Mr. Meng, after Wanwan's mother passed away, the child became much more reticent.

Recently... my work is not going well, I don't care much about Wanwan's study and life, and there is even a lack of communication and communication between father and son. I can't absolve myself of the blame for today's incident! "

Zheng Dalu blamed himself.

At this moment, only fear remained in his heart.

If it wasn't for meeting Meng Lang today, once Zheng Wan really did that irreversible stupid thing...

Thinking of that terrible possibility, Zheng Dalu was so remorseful that he almost wanted to go crazy.

"Professor Zheng, classmate Zheng Wan, this is also my responsibility as a counselor. I beg your forgiveness for not being able to discover the problems in the class in the first place."

The young teacher who had caught up with him before was Zheng Wan's counselor, and now he was even more scared, apologizing to Zheng Dalu and his son again and again.

Fortunately, this matter was stopped today.

Suzhou University is a well-known institution of higher learning in Suzhou Province. If a vicious suicide happened in one's own class, it would definitely cause extremely bad social impact.

Not to mention the damage to the school's reputation, as a counselor, I've basically done my job, so I definitely don't need to count on my application to stay in school...

Fortunately, Zheng Wan is safe and sound now, and there is still room for redemption...

"Mr. Wu, don't call me Professor Zheng, I have already left my job, and I am no longer a professor at the school."

Zheng Dalu looked at Teacher Wu, but his expression was a little cold and angry.

No matter how good-tempered he is, a father might not be able to bear his own child encountering such a thing in his class, and he is already sensible enough not to get mad on the spot.

"Professor Zheng, don't worry, I will definitely report this matter to the school and deal with it seriously, and severely punish those responsible! Give me some time, and we will definitely give you and Zheng Wan a satisfactory explanation!"

Teacher Wu still couldn't hear the complaint and anger in Zheng Dalu's tone, and immediately said with a face of shame that this matter will be investigated to the end!

Professor Zheng?leave?

Meng Lang heard something unusual from the conversation between the two of them.

"Mr. Zheng is still a professor at Soochow University?" Meng Lang asked seemingly casually.

"Hmm! I used to be a professor of genetics in the medical school, but I just resigned for some reasons recently, which is one of the reasons why I don't care about Wanwan..."

Zheng Dalu looked guilty.

It turns out... this is still a talent with a story...

Not only is he a professor at Soochow University, but he has just left...

It seems that this person is not only a talent, but also happens to be in the career gap period, which is a good time to take advantage of it?

No wonder I recommended him, did I even consider the timing of the recruitment?

As for Zheng Dalu's personal ability... Meng Lang wasn't worried at all.

The so-called Lu Yao knows the horsepower, time is the best Bole, is it a Maxima, time has already given the answer...

But don't worry yet.

Soliciting this kind of thing is a disadvantage.

"Mr. Zheng, since I'm fine, I'll take my leave first. There are still friends waiting for me."

Zheng Dalu inevitably had another wave of retention and thanks.

However, Meng Lang didn't go far. Zheng Wan, who had been silent behind him and didn't speak, suddenly ran over and bowed deeply to Meng Lang.

"Mr. Meng, thank you!"

Meng Lang turned around, looked at the young man whose eyes were no longer stagnant, and smiled.

"Thank you, I just complained. Those words were said to you, so why didn't they be said to myself? Maybe it should be me who should say thank you."

In short, after chatting, my mood seems to be inexplicably better.

Maybe...spreading negative energy really helps to reduce stress?

"Really? Then I want to know, if there is really nothing in the distance except the distance, then how did you get out of that loneliness, Mr. Meng?"

the boy asked eagerly.

How did I get out of that distant loneliness?

Um!This is a good thought-provoking question!
He patted the boy on the shoulder, showing a small smile.

"People are different, and the biggest difference between me and others.

Even if I walk alone, I will bring a hundred thousand soldiers behind me..."

(End of this chapter)