The group of people present looked at her intently, the smiles on their faces were like Zhou Sheng's, and they were smiling again, showing a weird look.
They admitted that the news that had just broken out had frightened them. But you, a little girl, talking nonsense in front of a group of elders, what the hell is that?
Even if you graduate, what can you do to us if you can become a doctor?
We uncles and aunts eat many more kilograms of rice than you do, and we know very well what this society is like. In short, these people don't like her parents or her at all. If you like this person and hear him talk about his ambitions and dreams, he must be like her teachers, sisters, and brothers in public.
Encourage her.
If you don't like someone, you don't like them. Why should she and her parents try to please these people? You hate me and I hate you even more.
Xie Wanying said to her father again: "Dad, let's go."
This time her tone was commanding.
After his daughter seemed to drink it, Xie Changrong's eyes widened.
"Your daughter wants you to go, Lao Xie." The guests around him cheered and said to him with laughter.
Her father is very much like Kong Yiji in Lu Xun's works. He was teased by others and thought he was not bad. He thought he could blend in with this group. He was dreaming and drinking all day long. Only soaking in alcohol could escape the real world.
Once a person fails, he will be in a worse state than a rat crossing the street wherever he goes. This is the most realistic portrayal of her father's life.
Once again, it proved that what her mother said was correct, her father's mind was forced. This society is very cruel, success is king and failure is bad, and no failure is accepted.
"I, I won't leave—" Xie Changrong staggered and sat down.
After being laughed at like this, he doesn't care about his daughter, all he wants is the little face he has left.
He hammered his fist on the table to stop these people from laughing at him again, and said harshly: "She can't let me go!"
This scene at the scene is enough to confirm where the problem lies.
"You guys have no conscience."
Chang Jiawei frowned and said.
After he said these words, the people present felt as if they had been pricked by needles, and their faces all turned red. Everyone sitting and standing shouted back: "We have no conscience? Who are you?"
"Why are you laughing at him when you see him drinking like this?" Chang Jiawei spat back angrily.
After all, the spinal surgery department where he works can be said to be one of the branches of neurosurgery, which studies the human brain.
To be precise, this group of people is even more vicious than Xie’s high school classmates below. It is because this group of people are not young, have rich social experience, and are better at destroying individuals.
"When we saw him drunk like this, we immediately informed his daughter to pick him up." Zhou Sheng pointed to the ceiling with his finger and swore that he was his savior.
"That's right, that's right." The group of people immediately responded to Zhou Sheng, "We all advised him to drink less. It's you who speaks without conscience."
If you don't persuade him early, then call his family over when the blow is almost done, and continue to ignite the fire, is this called having a conscience? "Dad." Xie Wanying walked over and said to her father. The one who untie the bell needs to be the one who tied the bell. The most important thing for a person is to be self-reliant and self-reliant to unlock the crux of the problem. Her father must get rid of all this on his own, and it must not be through drinking. "You don't have to." and
These people talk. Wouldn't it be better for you to talk to my teacher in the capital? "Chang Jiawei was led by her to clarify his thoughts in an instant, and stepped forward to help: "Yes, uncle, talking to me is tens of thousands of times easier than them. "
