He is like a light and a ray of warm sun for me.

Whenever I made a joke and was feeling down, he encouraged me.

He would patiently correct my pronunciation on the phone and teach me to find the correct pronunciation position.

At first, I thought he was an all-round scholar, but no matter what I asked him, Meng Qin would.

Later, I learned that Meng Qin privately contacted Manager Qi to ask for my class schedule, and knew which foreign languages I was learning, so he did some homework in advance, and with his already foreign language foundation, his language learning ability was very strong.

I can't say that I was crushed by him in terms of talent and strength, anyway, I can't catch up with him on a rocket!

I was really reluctant to do this at first, lest Meng Qin be distracted by me and affect his own studies.

Meng Qin directly dispelled my concerns, saying that learning is endless, and learning a few more languages is beneficial and harmless.

On the surface, I seem to have many teachers, but in private, only Meng Qin is like my real teacher.

The book says that there are three fortunate things in life: meeting a good teacher, getting a good friend, and having a good companion.

I think I've met them all, and even Meng Qin alone is my mentor and friend's best companion.

But I also know that medical students have a lot of things to memorize, and they have to study for eight years in college, and then they have to take the doctoral exam, and there is no end to the real sea of learning.

Why should I bother him too much? When I am particularly aggrieved, I will not call Meng Qin.

And I happen to be a relatively good person, I can hold it for 31 days a month.

Often, Meng Qin called me first, and when we talked, he would hear the clues in my tone, which would lead to my desire to talk.

As soon as the floodgates opened, he would patiently listen to my ramblings, and when I was emotionally stable, he would tutor me in my foreign language homework on his mobile phone.

One time I was on the speakerphone, and he taught me from 9 p.m. to 12 a.m.

I was on the shaft that night, and I kept reciting and correcting my pronunciation.

Finally I fell asleep on the table exhausted.

When I was about to exercise in the morning, I suddenly woke up and found that his phone had been hung up by him at that end.

A text message from Meng Qin was left in the inbox, 'Wan Yingying, good night.

I am grateful to have him in my life, and there is indeed only Meng Qin who can be unscrupulous and don't have to talk back.

It's just that every day when I go downstairs, I will see the bottle cap wind chimes hanging on the living room window, and from time to time I will think of the thirteenth master.

When I passed by the overpass, I went up for a walk without a cart, and it was already warm, why didn't he come back?

came and went, but gradually became familiar with the begging grandfather.

It was about the beginning of May, and I happened to pass by, and I saw him squatting quietly in the fence and smoking.

I remembered how he walked like a fly before, and I was not afraid of being beaten and asked him if it was time to go to work. Didn't change your work clothes?

The old man also knew that he was exposed to me, and he smiled while smoking, "Yes, I'm resting today."

As he spoke, he said he knew me and knew that I had a good relationship with those homeless people.

"Girl, this bridge starts from the middle, it is the Chu River Han Realm, over there is their gang, this side is mine, they are wandering poetry, and I am begging for Gou."

The old man even said, "If it is higher than the realm, poetry, if it is higher than life, it will be victorious!"

I thought he was talking interestingly, so I chatted with him a few more words.

The old man also likes to throw words, what is the poorest is nothing more than food, and he can always get out if he doesn't die.

Hard-working people, the sky is not bearable, lying on the salary to taste the gall, three thousand Yuejia can swallow Wu.

You can't eat poorly, you can't wear poor, and you can't calculate that you will be poor for a lifetime.

No one can look down on anyone as a man, and asking for food is also a technical job.

Give up a face, it's your father everywhere!

There is a lot of chatter, and I also know some of his life, the old man was a gambler when he was young, and his wife was separated.

He said ruthlessly that he wanted to go out to find a way, and when he came to Jingzhong City, he was deceived and asked for food.

In the past two years, he also has a lot of beggar colleagues, who take begging as a livelihood and rent houses to live together.

Compared with the Thirteenth Master, they do have more life.

In their industry, there is no shortage of high-level talents who rely on the big city to ask for food and go back to their hometown to build a villa.

However, the old man emphasized that he would never do anything that hurt nature and reason.

If you want to join his begging team, you can pretend to be disabled, and you must not get anyone to become disabled.

He spat and said, "That's a loss of conscience, and you can't die well."

Just said this to him, and I went from two dollars to three dollars.

It's not me who picks, for him, I don't dare to give more, for fear that he will gamble again.

Give two or three yuan, just as the old man accompanies me to eat up and consume the anger.

"You have him, what are you bothering Lao Tzu for?"

The Thirteenth Master said disdainfully, "Get out, go find your new father of the beggar gang, don't have anything to do with my gang."

Is this expelling me?

"Thirteenth master, I and that grandfather are just general friends."

I was in a good mood, so I took out the second pot head and gave it to him, "I haven't invited him to drink this wine, I only bought it separately to honor you."

The thirteenth master's eyes lit up, he snorted, but snatched the wine, stuffed a bottle into his arms, and unscrewed the lid of the bottle He was just about to drink it, but then he seemed to remember something, and sprinkled the wine to his side very melancholy, and muttered, "Fugui, please drink first...... Come on, do it!"

This is......

I was stunned, "Thirteenth Master, Rich Uncle, he ......

"Dead."

The Thirteenth Master took a sip of wine, and leaned against the fence with a gloomy look, "He has lived in the bridge cave all his life, and he froze to death in the bridge hole."

"Bridge Cave?"

I was puzzled, "Thirteenth Master, isn't Uncle Rich going to the countryside with you?" How could you freeze to death in the bridge hole?"

"On the night of the Chinese New Year, some people in the village set off firecrackers, and Chunhua ran out to see the excitement......

The Thirteenth Master said in a low mood, "Fugui regarded her as his wife, so he went out to look for her, and he didn't come back after looking for three days, and then I heard the people in the village say that someone died in the stone bridge cave, and I ran over and found that it was Fugui, and he should have fallen when he was looking for spring flowers, and fell near the bridge cave, so he climbed in, and wanted to rest, but it was too cold and he froze to death...... It's like a mustard, it's gone."

I was speechless for a moment, and my side face eased my emotions for a while, "Did Aunt Chunhua find it later?"

"Returned, but also dead."

The Thirteenth Master took another sip of wine, "She has been bullied in her life, she went out to watch firecrackers that night, and was dragged away and bullied by the bastards in the village, when she ran back to find us, she was all injured, and she swallowed her breath after shouting Fugui twice, no matter how stupid she was, she also knew that Fugui was good to her, and if the people were gone, we couldn't bury them casually, and the people in the village called the police, saying that we were a group of dangerous people......

He said viciously, "Rub him, we're in danger? Who has Lao Tzu hurt? This thing blew up the bastard who hurt Chunhua, he coaxed us to say that we are a group of fools, Lao Tzu gave an order, and they rushed up to beat him, nympho knows that you can't bully poor women, that bastard doesn't know, under the random beating, the bastard will be abolished."