How about it? People are fine. "
"I'm asking you if he has..."
"Of course not. Yu Huanshui entered the police station after a fight last night. It has nothing to do with our matter."
"Shh... why do you think he keeps running to the police station when he has nothing to do? Isn't this sincere and disgusting?"
"Don't tell me, this guy is pretty good at fighting. According to the policeman on duty, he beat down all four of them by himself."
"I'm not interested in fighting. Where is he now?"
"He said he didn't sleep all night last night and now he's home."
Zhao Juemin picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of water. He felt that he was still dizzy. Yu Huanshui was sore and achy in the police station, as if he had been seriously injured. But when he came out, he was completely healed and looked like a different person. Same.
The key policeman on duty said that if the bruises on his body were examined at the hospital, it would be basically confirmed that they were minor injuries, similar to the situation of the four bartenders in the nightclub. If both parties did not accept mediation, they would follow the fixed procedure and be detained for a few days first. Those people can't afford to spend money with him. After all, a night of drinking with him costs a thousand yuan. If there is a program later, the loss will be even greater. To put it more seriously, even if he lasts until the end, the police on duty will still give him eighty points. .
That's it.
After sending Yu Huanshui home, he felt as if the four accompanying men had beaten Yu Huanshui in vain.
…
the other side.
Lin Yue sneezed twice in a row, and while cursing the man who scolded him for stepping on bird poop when he went out, he opened the door of the one-bedroom apartment.
Ms. Luan Bingran, who was well fed and rested, appeared in the corridor wearing a pink sweatshirt.
"It's you?"
It was obvious that she was quite surprised: "But what happened to your face?"
Lin Yue wiped the lenses of his myopia glasses on his hands, picked them up and put them on his face: "I got into a fight last night because I helped you distribute flyers, so I stayed at the police station for half the night."
"No, how can you get into a fight with someone by handing out flyers?"
"Come in and talk." Lin Yue let her into the room.
"Isn't that what you said? You are going to die anyway, so you have to try to live calmly. They called me a liar who even deceived people who were about to die. Of course I was unhappy, so we started fighting."
"I'm sorry." Luan Bingran said apologetically. When he put the bag on the sofa, he noticed the material of the background wall. He immediately cheered up: "This is Italian count gray marble. I heard that it was discontinued several years ago. The price It’s quite expensive. When I was studying in Australia, I worked as a cleaner at a rich man’s house. His house was very particular, and this Earl Gray marble was everywhere.”
"Oh, work-study program, not bad."
Luan Bingran slapped her face with her hand: "Can I drink some water before we start?"
Lin Yue pointed to the dining table: "There are room temperature cups in the cup. If you want a cold drink, go to the kitchen refrigerator and get it."
Luan Bingran nodded, walked straight into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door to enjoy the air conditioning, took off her thick coat, took out a bottle of Nongfu Spring mineral water and walked back to the living room.
Lin Yue sat on the sofa without moving, watching her walk to sit next to him, unscrew the cap of the bottle and take a sip of cold water. He turned around and unzipped his backpack and took out the hospice care application form he filled out online.
"The application form you filled out online said pancreatic cancer, but I don't think your current condition seems like you can't take care of yourself. Do you need us to intervene so early?"
"I was just carrying it with my thoughts, and the collapse only happened in an instant."
"..."
"..."
"We have a project. If you have any unfulfilled wishes, we can do our best to help you realize it. I think this is very suitable for you."
“Bucket list, right?”
"Almost, but we can only help you realize some wishes that are reasonable, feasible, and do not violate morality and law."
"I'm thinking about a question. If one day I am paralyzed and unable to walk, will you push me to continue to fulfill my unfulfilled wishes?"
"Well...it depends on the organization's arrangements. After all, your health needs to be taken into consideration."
"What if I give you money, will you stay with me until the end?"
Luan Bingran looked at him in astonishment for a while, then smiled unnaturally: "Mr. Yu, you are joking."
"No, this is a very real problem. I think I have a lot of wishes, and some of them span quite a long time. They definitely cannot be completed in a month or two."
Luan Bingran said: "I don't think it's better than this. Today, we will record your last wish first, and then submit it to the evaluation department for review. They will make some deletions based on your actual situation, and then we will talk about more specific things."
"good."
Luan Bingran took out his notebook and pen and started recording.
After a while, she looked at the man opposite with horrified eyes.
More than a hundred wishes were written so that her hands were sore.
"Let's do this first, and then add more when you think about it? You are so greedy!"
Lin Yue said: "Since I was young, I have either spent my time studying or focusing on work. There are so many things I want to do but have no chance to do."
Luan Bingran nodded with deep understanding: "So this is the meaning of the existence of hospice care organization. If a person does not feel the love of the world before he dies, wouldn't it be too sad?"
"Then have you ever felt the love from the world?"
Luan Bingran thought about it seriously: "Does your help last night count?"
"You mean handing out flyers?"
"Yes."
"You feel love, but I was beaten. Look here, it's still green."
"sorry."
"..."
The two chatted for a while about Luan Bingran's father. After she answered a phone call, she stood up to leave. Lin Yue picked up the Mercedes-Benz key that was "borrowed" from Zhao Juemin.
"How did you get here?"
"I came here by bus."
"Wherever you go, I'll give you a ride."
Luan Bingran shook her head and said, "No need."
"No need."
She nodded: "You are not in good health and you had a fight with someone last night. Go back and rest quickly."
"Okay, then walk slowly." Lin Yue returned to the room after watching her walk into the elevator.
…
The next morning, he received a call from Xu Jiao, Yu Chen's homeroom teacher, saying that Yu Chen had been fighting with someone in the class and asked him to come to school immediately because he could not contact Gan Hong.
Speaking of this excellent class teacher, Lin Yue felt very disgusted. Not to mention the teacher's total lack of ethics, his sharp and mean face was at least as successful as a child's. It would be hard for a child to have such a teacher in his life. A muddy field.
Taking off the car keys hanging at the door, Lin Yue drove to Yu Chen's elementary school.
As soon as he entered the office, he saw Yu Chen standing in front of the desk and staring at Xu Jiao without giving in. Zhang Ziming stood a little behind, with his head lowered, picking his fingers like a doormat.
"Teacher Xu, what's wrong?"
Xu Jiao glanced at Lin Yue, stood up and said, "Yu Huanshui, right? Your son has a bad temper recently. Today he not only smashed the projector in the classroom, but also injured his classmates."
Lin Yue felt very unhappy when he heard her tone and address to him. If you are angry, you are angry. If you think the child is causing trouble for you, why are you venting your anger on an adult? If I call you teacher, will you die if you call me Yu Chen’s father or Mr. Yu? Calling people condescendingly like a leader, how about politeness? What about respect for people?
"I didn't!" Yu Chen said, "The projector was damaged when I hit someone with a broom."
"If you don't repent, you just don't admit your mistakes, right?" Xu Jiao pointed at him and said, "If you don't fight with them, will they go get the broom?"
Yu Chen refused to give in: "But they bullied Zhang Ziming and threw all his books into the toilet. If I didn't help, I wouldn't be a good friend."
"Looking at the good son you raised, it's reasonable to fight." Xu Jiao said, "They bullied Zhang Ziming, why didn't you tell the teacher?"
"Tell you, will you take care of it? I told them to notify their parents every time, but in the end, they still bullied Zhang Ziming as before, calling him a skinny monkey."
Pa~
Xu Jiao slapped the table: "Yu Chen, did you see that your father was here and you became bolder and learned to question the teacher?"
"Who told you to keep your word?" Yu Chen glanced at Lin Yue and said, "My dad said that if parents don't educate their children well, others will help discipline them in the future."
well said!
Lin Yue was really amazed by the little guy. This must be what he said to Gan Meng when he made a big fuss at the Gan family during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Unexpectedly, Yu Chen remembered it. From this, we can see how dissatisfied the nephew is with his uncle and aunt. .
"Did you teach him this? How do you educate your children?" Xu Jiao looked at Lin Yue angrily: "At such a young age, you know how to contradict the teacher and disobey your elders. When you grow up, do you have to do something to the teacher?"
Lin Yue rolled his eyes and said, "I think he is right. Teachers who are caring, ethical and have a sense of justice are worthy of everyone's respect. However, when something goes wrong, they don't care about the circumstances. They only think about shirking responsibilities and evading obligations." Why should you respect mediocrity?"
"You! What did you say Yu Huanshui? If you dare, tell me again!"
Xu Jiao was angry. No parent had ever dared to talk to him like this. In the WeChat group, there was no parent who didn't rely on her like a leader, supporting her, complimenting her, agreeing with her, and giving gifts in various ways to build friendship. I hope She could take good care of her children at school, but Yu Huanshui was so good that he almost scolded her for not being worthy of being a teacher.
There really is just as much of a bastard father as there is a rat son.
