Despite the school's best efforts to cover it up, Lao Bai's death spread throughout the campus at the speed of light. Before Lao Bai's parents arrived at the school, the school management held an emergency meeting. Accountability is important, of course, but even more important is how to keep this matter down and silence students.

The new principal's surname is Qian, and he is an old cadre who does not smile and wears a straight suit at all times. He listened to the discussions of the teachers under him, and refused to speak easily. When the teachers' opinions tended to be unanimous, he said, "How much does it cost to silence the parents?"

Vice Principal Lu, the widow of the former dynasty, cautiously interjected: "What's the matter...... 200,000, right?"

Principal Qian did not speak, but calmly took a sip of tea.

One teacher retorted, "There's no need to pay that much, right? ”

Principal Qian still didn't speak.

Principal Lu glanced at the perpetrator, Mr. Zheng, and his expression was calm, no different from usual. Principal Lu wanted to scold him and make him take responsibility. But seeing his expression, he lost the power to accuse.

"I think so too, what is the responsibility of the school when a student dies suddenly? Why should we lower our posture first and bow our heads first to admit our mistakes?" said Teacher Zheng calmly as he knocked on the table.

"Yes, we are purely humanitarian, to give some comfort to parents. If you lose too much, parents will inevitably gain an inch. ”

Principal Lu was furious -- why did the school not take responsibility for the students who died in the dormitory after a conflict with the teacher? Why didn't they admit their mistakes to their parents? However, no one raised any objections, and Principal Lu was puzzled, could it be that everyone else was right, and that he was the only one who was an outlier? He was a timid man, so he did not dare to say more.

"Teacher Zheng, at most 100,000, you have to handle this matter well. Principal Qian gave the order calmly.

"Yes. ”

"But where does the money come from?"

Principal Qian did not respond, but raised his eyes to look at the treasurer. There was some kind of tacit understanding between them, and Principal Qian obviously didn't say anything, but the treasurer nodded understandingly.

It seemed that the meeting was about to end, Vice President Lu was extremely anxious, and he vaguely felt that they were going to attack the "Dongmei Scholarship Fund". He mustered the greatest courage in his career and asked loudly, "Are you going to embezzle the Dongmei Fund?"

There was a thunderclap on the ground, and everyone was silenced. Principal Qian cleared his throat, glanced at Vice Principal Lu dissatisfiedly, and did not make any reply, but said calmly: "Principal Lu, please pay attention to your wording, the word 'appropriation' is very inappropriate. ”

This is also a tacit acquiescence that they want to use the fund, Principal Lu was so anxious that he grabbed the treasurer at the corner of the stairs and asked, "How much money is left in the bursary fund?"

"What are you asking all this for?"

"I'm just focusing on student work, and in the second half of the year, I have to push poor students and give them grants! ”

"Then don't push it yet, it is estimated that if you lose this amount, there will be no money left in the fund. The treasurer sneered and walked away.

Principal Lu froze in place and heard the sound of his heart breaking into pieces. How did the Dongmei Scholarship Fund come about, and how did the money come from, who in the second middle school didn't know? The only time he wanted to use the money was to keep Lao Xu. However, Principal Xu finally left, and the money could not be kept.

It's only been two or three months since the start of school, and the money in the fund has been almost spent, and they are still very calm? Are they still human? If they are human, why are they so shameless and so calm? No, it should not be calm, but cold-blooded.

Xue Dongmei had a relationship with Qiao Nan before his death, and heard that Qiao Nan was a special soldier, if he knew about the behavior of the school leader, would he take his soldiers to surprise this group of shameless people? No, this kind of thinking is too dangerous, and it will affect Qiao Nan if it is not done.

The teachers dispersed, Principal Lu's head buzzed, and he walked to the office in disappointment, turning off the voice recorder in his pocket without moving.

Wei Chenglin still can't accept the fact of Lao Bai's sudden death, just like when he was a child, he didn't believe that his father suddenly left him. But Lao Bai's parents have already come to take Lao Bai's body away. Teacher Zheng asked a few students to clean up Lao Bai's desk in advance, and let his parents take those books home. Wei Chenglin's heart was empty, and he was mechanically packing up his things. He took out the notebook that Lao Bai used to write, and kept this as a souvenir.

Wei Chenglin was restless all day, and secretly took out the notebook to read. Mr. Zheng's footprints are still impressively imprinted on them, and they can't be erased at all. Although Lao Bai's grades are not good, but he writes well, his thinking is wild, if he cultivates well, he may be able to become a very good family, but it's a pity......

Wei Chenglin looked at his words, and then looked at his hands, and couldn't help but think, if he hadn't met Principal Xu in the first place, what would he have become?

Principal Xu told him, "This is a pair of artists' hands, and you should do the work of an artist", these words have always lingered in Wei Chenglin's ears, making him firm in his belief again and again, never give up, not to live up to Principal Xu's expectations, and to become an artist.

If Principal Xu is still there, and if the other teachers of No. 2 Middle School are still there, what will become of Lao Bai's fate? If it were before, when the contradictions between teachers and students like this were irreconcilable, Li Lanzhi would definitely talk to Lao Bai. She will criticize him for scribbling during class time and scold him for his bad grades, but she will also do everything possible to find opportunities for him to participate in essay contests and recommend his works for magazines, right?

It's a pity that many teachers in No. 2 Middle School are gone, and Lao Bai's tragedy seems to have been doomed a long time ago. Wei Chenglin clenched his fingers and muttered: "I'm really lucky, lucky!"

On Lao Bai's notebook, there is a page full of angry graffiti, the tip of the pen cuts the paper, and the full one is "Zheng Deman go to death". He must have written it with great hatred, Wei Chenglin was shocked to see it, so he closed the book and didn't look at it anymore.

Wei Chenglin thought that the school would be upset upside down, but he didn't expect it to be extraordinarily calm. If you think about it carefully, if you want to have an autopsy, cremation or something, the parents of the students don't have the energy to make trouble. But two days later, the school was still calm, and Wei Chenglin was disappointed. He was not disappointed because he couldn't see the excitement, but because - Lao Bai's death was like a gust of wind, as if no one cared at all, and it was forgotten in a blink of an eye.

In fact, the students didn't know what the exact cause of Lao Bai's death was, and the school vaguely said that it was a heart attack, but according to Lao Bai's roommate, when they returned to the dormitory, they found him kneeling on the ground, his upper body lying on the bed, and one hand pressed against his abdomen. They were very confused, if it was a heart attack, shouldn't they scratch their chests?

Since Lao Bai's parents came to school, Mr. Zheng has accompanied them throughout the process. He hid the fact that he physically punished Lao Bai, but said very sadly: "He is usually too playful, every day, I reprimanded him a few words, he was in a mood, and he stopped studying on his own, so he went back to sleep in the dormitory." Alas, if this kid hadn't been so willful, these things wouldn't have happened!"

Although Lao Bai's parents were very traditional farmers, they were not afraid of damaging the child's body and insisted on an autopsy. Teacher Zheng was not in a rut, and the time was pressing, so he could only secretly stuff a red envelope for the doctor who did the autopsy. The doctor gave him a blank look, but did not refuse.

The autopsy resulted in a ruptured spleen and excessive bleeding leading to death. The doctor said unhurriedly: "The spleen can be easily ruptured, even with a sneeze. The problem is that they were not sent to the hospital in time, and if they had been sent early, they might have been saved. ”

Lao Bai's mother asked, "How did my child's spleen break?"

"I'm sorry, but that's not for sure. ”

"Hey...... Poor baby, after being stabbed in vain, there will be no peace when you die......" Lao Bai's mother fell into despair, sat on the ground and cried bitterly.

Hearing the doctor's reply, Mr. Zheng was quite happy, thinking that the red envelope was finally not in vain. After finishing Lao Bai's funeral, Mr. Zheng personally took Lao Bai's parents back to school to pack up their belongings, completely blocking their communication with students.

Walking into the dormitory building, Mr. Zheng reprimanded the building manager solemnly: "The school has long stipulated that if students want to go back to the dormitory to rest, they must have a fake note signed by the class teacher. Student Bai doesn't have a fake note, how can you let him into the dormitory?"

The building manager immediately retorted: "That student's face is as white as paper, and he said that his stomach hurts, what can I do? Will you bring him back to the classroom again? But you are the head teacher, I don't know if the student is sick? Won't you send him to the hospital for a look?"

Teacher Zheng was already lacking in confidence, and after being killed by the uncle, he had no intention of fighting, and hurriedly took Lao Bai's parents to the room. After packing up his things, Mr. Zheng took out an envelope and said very considerately: "Although the student's death has nothing to do with the school, we feel very uncomfortable, and 20,000 yuan can be regarded as a little heart of the school." Please be sure to accept it and take care of yourself. ”

Although Mr. Zheng was patient and meticulous, Lao Bai's parents always felt very strange, they said that they didn't want the money, so they wanted to understand how their son died. However, they couldn't see Lao Bai's classmates, to put it bluntly, except for Mr. Zheng, they couldn't get in touch with anyone else.

The only time I had the opportunity to get in touch with the students was when Mr. Zheng asked a few boys to take down Lao Bai's books and give them to Lao Bai's parents. As for these students, Teacher Zheng also told them in advance: "If I find out that you said something you shouldn't say, you don't want to stay in No. 2 Middle School." ”

In this way, these students were silent about the conflict between Lao Bai and Teacher Zheng, and they gave the books to Lao Bai's parents and finished it. Of course, these relics were also screened by Mr. Zheng in advance, and there was no problem with them. Lao Bai's parents were like ashes, and it was useless to take this pile of broken books, it only increased their sadness.

Lao Bai's parents left the school in despair, and they had to take the bus in front of the auspicious wonton restaurant. While they were waiting for the bus, a teenager suddenly burst out of the alley - no, it shouldn't have been sudden, he must have been waiting there for a long time.

The boy was wearing a black sweatshirt, and he wore the hat of the sweatshirt, which looked a little mysterious. He looked around vigilantly, and finally handed the book to Lao Bai's mother: "Auntie, I am Lao Bai's good friend, this is what he wrote, you must read it." ”

"Also, Lao Bai had a lot of trouble with our homeroom teacher, and he was kicked by our homeroom teacher for self-study that night, and I don't know if there was anything wrong with that kick?