Chapter 651 of the text is a red envelope

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"Who said that Mr. Wu was not good to me, don't look at junior high school, Mr. Wu often criticized me and punished me, in fact, he was all for my good, but I was too stubborn, he was very iron-clad. ＞≥”

Ye Rongrong said. Recalling Teacher Wu, the homeroom teacher in junior high school, Ye Rongrong was sincerely grateful to her, if she didn't often discipline herself, Ye Rongrong suspected that she was fighting with others, and sooner or later she would be sent to prison.

"If you think so, I think Teacher Wu will be very happy to know about it. ”

Chen Haijiao said with emotion. Who would have thought that the worst student in the class in junior high school would still remember the kindness of his teacher!

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After hanging up Chen Haixiao's phone, Ye Rongrong thought about it and called Dai Wanli, who is now working in the provincial capital.

"Brother Glory, why did you call me at this point in time?" Dai Wanli's depressed voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What's the matter?" Ye Rongrong asked suspiciously.

"Brother Glory, I'm not like you, I'm a landlord now, I don't have to go to work, I have to teach students during the day. ”

Dai Wanli said. It turned out that when Ye Rongrong called, it was the time for Dai Wanli to go to class, and usually when he was in class, Dai Wanli would turn off the ringtone of his mobile phone and turn it to vibrate.

However, in class today, Dai Wanli forgot about this matter, but Ye Rongrong made a phone call, and the mobile phone rang.

What made Dai Wanli most depressed was that his mobile phone ringtone was "My Wife is the Biggest", which made the students in the class listen to it, and they didn't make fun of themselves as a teacher who was afraid of his wife.

You must know that today's college students are not afraid of teachers, and the relationship between students and teachers can be said to be a teacher-student relationship, or a friend relationship.

As a teacher, if you are teased by your students that you are a man who is afraid of his wife, what a shameless thing it is.

"Oh, I forgot you were the teacher, interrupting your class. ”

Ye Rongrong said. It's really unpredictable, I and Dai Wanli were considered by the teacher to be "Adou who can't be helped" when they were in junior high school, and in the eyes of the teacher, they were "poor students" and students with no future.

But who would have thought that more than ten years later, whether it was himself or Dai Wanli, they would become teachers who were role models.

I don't know how those teachers and classmates in junior high school would feel when they knew that they had become visiting professors at Zhejiang South University, and Dai Wanli had also become a teacher at Zhejiang South University.

"Brother Glory, are you calling me for something?" asked Dai Wanli.

"Our homeroom teacher in junior high school, Teacher Wu, has passed away, I want to ask if you want to attend her funeral?" Ye Rongrong asked.

"Teacher Wu has passed away, isn't she quite young? I don't think I'm even sixty, how did she pass away?" Dai Wanli asked with some surprise.

When he was in junior high school, he was a well-known poor student in the class like Ye Rongrong, and Dai Wanli was also taught and punished by the head teacher Teacher Wu, so he was very impressed by the head teacher Teacher Wu.

Perhaps the poor students were deeply impressed by the teachers who disciplined them when they were studying.

"I was born with liver cancer. ”

Ye Rongrong said in a deep voice. After all, the former teacher passed away, Ye Rongrong was also a little silent in his heart, people are emotional creatures, as long as they get along with each other, no matter how long time has passed, suddenly hearing that the other party has passed away, there will always be a little heavy in his heart, let alone the former teacher.

"Oh, when is the funeral, Haitang and I will go. ”

Dai Wanli said. Like Ye Rongrong, knowing that his teacher had passed away, as a former student, Dai Wanli would still attend his teacher's funeral and send his teacher his last ride.

"I don't know exactly when I will be buried, I'll go over tomorrow, and I'll let you know when I ask for the specific time. Ye Rongrong said.

"Okay, Brother Glory, you help me give me a red envelope first, and return it to you when I go back. ”

Dai Wanli said. In China, this "wedding, funeral, and wedding" is to wrap red envelopes, which is an important part of human relations.

It is very important in this area of Minzhou, and the red envelopes of this personal exchange are very large, and the red envelopes of a year's personal exchanges, some of which are even more than one-third of the family's income.

And there is a very bad custom in the exchange of people in Minzhou, that is, to add a little, for example, when you celebrate your thirtieth birthday, whether you hold a banquet or not, your relatives and friends will give you a red envelope.

If the other party gives you a red envelope of 1,000, and when he is 30 years old (of course, he can be 40 years old, anyway, he has to give a gift every 10 years), you have to add 200 on the basis of 1,000, so that the cycle continues, and the red envelope will become thicker and thicker, and the burden on the family will become heavier and heavier.

In Minzhou, many families with average family conditions sometimes have to rely on borrowing wallets and red envelopes to maintain personal contacts.

"Good. ”

Ye Rongrong agreed, for the current Ye Rongrong, money is no longer a problem.

"Husband, who passed away?"

Liu Jingqing didn't hear it very clearly, so he couldn't help asking.

"It was my homeroom teacher when I was in junior high school, and she died of cancer. ”

Ye Rongrong said. Although the teacher's death made Ye Rongrong feel a little uncomfortable, it didn't have much impact, after all, he was not a close relative, and he didn't have the pain of losing a loved one.

"Oh. ”

Liu Jingqing answered, and stopped asking, after all, death is not a good thing, don't mention it often, it's easy to make people sad.

"Wife, do we have a red envelope at home?"

Ye Rongrong asked. This red envelope must be wrapped in red envelopes with money, which looks festive and colorful, and no one pays directly for it, so it seems ignorant.

"Yes, I'll go get it. ”

Liu Jingqing said. Red envelopes are something that rural people have at home, after all, they can take it out to wrap red envelopes when there is any festive time.

However, the people's contacts in the village are all handled by Liu Jingqing, Ye Rongrong usually doesn't pay much attention to it, others tell him to drink, just go to drink, as for how many red envelopes to wrap, Liu Jingqing will send them in advance.

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Mr. Wu's family lives in Kuocang Town, and when Ye Rongrong drove an Audi Q7 car to Mr. Wu's house, a large tent had been temporarily set up in front of her house.

You must know that people died in this place in Minzhou, which can be said to be the most lively time in his life, and he didn't even die when he got married.

Sometimes, I have to say that people are very sad, when they are alive, everyone does not know how to be filial to the elderly, and when people die, they hold funerals to show their filial piety, which has to be said to be a kind of sadness.

"You are?"

Teacher Wu's husband looked at Ye Rongrong who walked into the mourning hall suspiciously. Mr. Wu's husband didn't feel too sad, after all, since he knew that his wife had cancer, the family had already been mentally prepared.

Teacher Wu's passing, in a certain way, is a relief for Teacher Wu and a relief for Teacher Wu's family.

After all, they are ordinary people, and they can't afford to pay high medical expenses, although they are teachers and have good medical benefits, but in the treatment of cancer, they often need to use very expensive imported drugs, and this kind of drugs are not included in the reimbursement.

For Mr. Wu's family, Mr. Wu's illness can be said to have almost spent all the family's savings, but fortunately, Mr. Wu's two sons and one daughter are still very filial, and they are willing to spend money on their mother's treatment.

He even borrowed money from relatives and friends to treat Mr. Wu's illness.

Seeing that his family spends thousands of dollars every day on his own incurable disease, Mr. Wu is also very painful in his heart, and he has given up treatment several times, but he has been stopped by his family.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, Mr. Wu's family still gritted their teeth and refused to give up.

Now that Teacher Wu is gone, it is happy for her, and it is worth it to have such filial children.

I left quietly like this, and I no longer gave my children a big package and a big burden.

For Mr. Wu's children, they have also done their best filial piety, and they are worthy of their hearts, and the departure of their mother can be regarded as a relief for them.

After all, children also have various families, and they also have their own children, and they are not rich, and they have to raise their own children, and they are increasingly unable to pay the high medical expenses.

I have to say that the poor can't afford to get sick, and they have no filial children for a long time, and it is not unreasonable, many times, it is not that the children do not want to be filial to their parents, but the economic conditions are pressing, and they can't be filial at all, and their children are almost unable to live, where can they take care of the elderly.

"Teacher Wang, I'm Ye Rongrong, when I was in junior high school, I was a student of Teacher Wu. Ye Rongrong said to the old man in front of him.

This Teacher Wang, when Ye Rongrong was in junior high school, he was a Chinese teacher who taught the third year of junior high school, and he was also the husband of Ye Rongrong's homeroom teacher, Mr. Wu.

Ye Rongrong still has a very good impression of him, but more than ten years have passed, and Mr. Wang, who was originally black, is now an old man with white flowers.

It is inevitable that anyone will grow old and die.

I don't know why, but I came here today, looking at the white cloth strip standing at the door, and the words of mourning on the electronic display screen.

Ye Rongrong always thinks about people's life, old age, sickness and death, joys and sorrows, and some feelings are profound.

"Are you Ye Glory?"

Teacher Wang asked in some surprise. After all, when I was in junior high school, Mr. Wang was also impressed by the poor student Ye Rongrong in his wife's class.

Fights, brawls, poor school grades, often skipping classes, let my wife, every time I come home from school, I complain a little, always saying that I did something wrong in my previous life, arranging such a student, and torturing myself.

But who would have thought that when her wife passed away, the first person to come to visit her was the student who gave her the most headache and didn't want to see her the most in junior high school.

Those "good students" that she took special care of and liked so much, none of them have come so far.

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