[Comprehensive] Cannon fodder, do you want to counterattack?

An Chucai, the principal of Longquan Middle School, is an old man in his 60s. He is not young, but he is in good health and spirit.Therefore, although An Chucai is an old man, he is also a handsome old man, but because of myopia and amblyopia, when he needs to look at things carefully, he always squints his eyes, and if he is more serious, he also pokes his neck out. , it is at this time that he will show a bit of old age.

"Please come in."

The people outside pushed the door quietly and entered. An Chu finished writing a few words before looking up. As soon as he saw the young man standing in front of him across the desk, his head grew dilated, he pushed his glasses, and his face showed a sign She smiled kindly, and said in a gentle, almost nasty voice: "It's classmate Su Luo, have you had lunch yet? Do you want me..."

Su Luo shook his head decisively: "No!"

He just came over from Leng Li's villa, with the shoulder bag that he had carried for a long time still hanging on his shoulder, with his hands behind his back, and a smile on his face.Although he did not have lunch, he still refused quickly - if he ate the meal invited by the principal, what he wanted to do would be wasted.

An Chu sighed, returned to his normal tone, and said, "Su Luo, it's not that I don't know about your situation, but the school's regulations are here, and the board of directors have discussed it. There is really no way to make an exception! Your father donated The money from me, it has already been entered into the account, and it has been spent, so I can’t use other students’…”

Su Luo said: "Principal, don't worry, I didn't come here today to ask for the 800 million."

An Chu was visibly relieved, and greeted him politely to sit down, with a smile creeping up the corner of his eyes again: "Then you are..."

Su Luo said, "I'm here to sign up for the entrance exam."

"Huh?" Entrance exam?What to study?

Su Luo sat on the sofa, hugged his backpack and complained: "Principal, you know that the registration of public-funded students in Longquan High School is very troublesome. You need the recommendation of the junior high school, the certificate of the unit you work in, and several rounds of screening after the end. Coming to our school to take the exam is more annoying than the TV audition. And now that the preliminary screening has been completed, I don’t think it’s too late for normal registration, so I have to come to the principal’s back door!”

He showed his right hand behind his back, shook the wine bottle in his hand, winked and said: "American Jack Daniels... death is expensive, I just give me half a bottle on credit..."

half bottle...

An Chucai has a black thread: How sincere to come to his back door!

But... An Chu's eyes widened suddenly: "You mean you want to take the public-funded student exam?"

Su Luo hummed, and muttered: "Otherwise? The tuition fees for self-funded students are so high, who can afford it? I was planning to drop out of school first and then apply for the exam, but you refused, so I had no choice but to register directly!"

An Chu was very talented, and said: "Let's drop out of school first and then take the exam... Do you think that the public-funded students in our school are so easy, you can pass the exam if you want?" You whimsical little thing, what do you think the public-funded students in Longquan High School are?The Chinese cabbage in the field, can you pick one if you want to eat it?

Su Luo shrugged and said, "If you don't pass the exam, you can't pass the exam. What does it matter? There are so many high schools, the east is not bright and the west is bright, which one is not good? Grandpa principal, do you want me to sign up?"

That is to say, if you fail the exam, you can transfer to another school?

An Chu scratched his head in pain, finally gave a dry cough, and made a decision: "Originally, if you miss it, you miss it, but for the sake of this bottle of wine, I will make an exception for you! Wait!"

After speaking, he got up and went out. After a while, he came in with several test papers, put them on the table beside him, and said, "Since you are a student of our school, you can be exempted from any proofs and interviews. But private transfers Public, the necessary exams are indispensable. This is the test question for our school to recruit students this summer, if you do it, if the score meets the standard, you can be transferred to a public-funded student."

Su Luo's eyes widened: "Do it now?"

An Chucai nodded dignifiedly from the principal: "Now, do it here! Since you are the first student who has transferred from private to public since the establishment of our school, I will personally invigilate the exam for the sake of caution."

Su Luo looked at him for a while, put down the bottle, and went to the exam with a smile.

Su Luo worked on the questions quietly, while An Chucai was dealing with official business. After more than ten minutes, he answered the phone and got up, and explained: "I have something to go out, and I will be back in half an hour. Be honest with me, no Do you know about cheating?"

Su Luo replied obediently: "I know!"

An Chu hummed in satisfaction, turned around and went out, closing the door behind him.

Half an hour later, An Chu came in on time. How could there be Su Luo's shadow inside?

The test papers and manuscript papers were placed neatly on the table, the handwriting on the test papers was beautiful, and the papers were neat and tidy, but... An Chu went through the whole thing, blowing his beard and staring angrily, cursing: "Stinky boy, copy it as soon as you copy it!" , I didn’t even write the composition for Lao Tzu!”

The exam questions for Longquan High School's annual admissions are spread all over the world. Which student who wants to get in hasn't practiced over and over again?An Chu directly gave Su Luo the test papers that Xia Tian had passed, which was already an obvious hint. Besides confiscating his mobile phone, he simply hid for half an hour. If he couldn't pass this way, he deserved it. The dead-headed kid transferred to another school and left.

It looks ugly, but it's actually not considered cheating. After all, the students recruited this year have been enrolled for two or three months. That kid won't grab anyone's spot, but just give him a tuition fee reduction in disguise.This was proposed by him, and then the board of directors discussed it and approved it—someone paid 800 million to go to school, but after half a year, he was expelled from school because he couldn't pay the tuition fee. What's the matter?

Originally, he was a bit confused about how to open his mouth so as not to hurt this kid's fragile self-esteem, but he sent a step over by himself.

But this brat is too much, even if you can see it, you should do things more beautifully!Anyway, it's an exam, cheating is cheating, at least you have to have a correct attitude, right?As a result, this kid didn't bother to write any long answers. Originally, the four exams added up to six hours, but he copied it and left in half an hour!

But such blatant copying shows that this kid is sympathetic, not pretentious, not stubborn, not stupid and hopeless.

An Chu just put down the test paper, and then looked at the manuscript paper next to it. There was no word on it, but a big smiling face was drawn on it. The little guy has a good drawing skill. Although he doesn't write much, he can make people recognize it at a glance. The painting is himself.

This is an expression of gratitude in disguise!

An Chu squinted his eyes and took a closer look at the smiling face on the painting. After a long while, he sighed, like a real old man, and mumbled in a low voice: "I used to cry and cry in front of me. I thought you were ugly when you cried. Now I laughed, but... laughing is uglier than crying...

"Su Cheng, Su Cheng, what evil have you done!"

He shook his head, put away the test paper, asked the secretary to bring it to someone to correct and file, and then sat back in his seat, ready to try that bottle of expensive foreign wine, but he jumped in anger again: "Stinky boy , Return Lao Tzu's wine!"

I haven't heard that the things brought through the back door are happy and go back!

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When Su Luo walked out of the school gate, the smile in his eyes gradually disappeared. After waiting for the bus, even the shallow smile on his face disappeared.

He changed cars a few times, and walked up the mountain for a long time before arriving at his destination—a new grave covering a large area. On the tombstone in front of the grave was a familiar smiling face of a middle-aged man.

The cemetery here is a bit expensive, but Su Luo is very popular. When his only relative, Su Luo, was still immersed in sadness and despair, his friends gathered together to arrange the funeral for him, but Su Luo sold the villa. After that, the money was returned one by one.

In the photo, the man's smile was as warm as the sun, and Su Luo's eyes were sore, so he silently looked away, put down his backpack, and squatted down.

He took out the wine and cigarettes from his backpack, lit the cigarettes, filled up the wine, his eyes were empty, and he was speechless for a long time.

The cigarette extinguished soon after it was lit, but the wine was still full when it was full.

I don't know how long it took before Su Luo finally spoke and called out, "Dad."

The voice is very soft, and the tone is a little casual, like the first greeting when you see an elder sitting on the sofa when you come home from school.

However, after opening his mouth, he still didn't know what to say, so there was another long silence.

It was already late autumn, and when the sun was about to set, the temperature dropped, and the wind was cool. Although it was not strong, it made Su Luo's hands and feet numb. So he opened the backpack and took out a notebook from it—the one he just tore off in the morning. Pages of notebook for writing IOUs.

Half of the notebook is filled with writing, and behind every line or two are signatures or fingerprints in various handwritings.

Su Luo tore off a piece of paper with writing on it, lit it, and the red fire spread silently, shining on the expressionless face, flickering on and off, the boy lowered his eyes, his eyes were dark, and his eyelashes were long.

The paper in his hand burned quickly, so Su Luo tore another sheet and ignited it. In the dark and silent grave, only the sound of the boy tearing off the paper with a silent "stab" and the inaudible sound of the fire snake Voice.

"Su's enterprise has a total of 420 employees." When the last piece of paper was torn off, the young man finally spoke again, with a low voice and a calm tone: "There are 730 employees, I was continued to be employed by the original unit, and the salary was still paid. At most, the position was changed. I gave each of them 200 yuan, as a thank you for their willingness to talk to me and sign this book for me.

"There are 840 people who were placed in other units by the new boss or the local government, with similar treatment. I paid them back the last month's salary.

"There are still 840 four people left, some have found new jobs, and some have not. I have paid off their last month's salary and the three-month back basic salary according to the contract.

"In here, most people quietly took the money and left, and some refused to accept it, and even sealed me a white envelope, asking if I would have any difficulties in life in the future. So I told them over and over again that I have money, I'm doing well. Because I've said it so many times, I believe it myself...it's good.

"Some people don't accept it because they think it's too little. This is also very good. I can spend it myself if they don't think it's rare money."

"Three thousand, 420 and six people, except for the thirteen who are too few, everyone's signatures are here, so you don't have to feel that you owe them, and they don't think so. As for the thirteen people, no matter what you give them No matter how much, they still only think that you are sorry for them, so no one should feel uneasy because of them."

Su Luo put the half-blank notebook back into his backpack, and continued to speak, his tone still calm and indifferent: "The rest is the bank, but I can't pay back the bank's money for the time being, and even if I can, I won't go back. Since In this way, it should be regarded as indebted to this country and society..."

"Whether a person contributes more to this society or takes more is a matter that is difficult to figure out. In the past few decades, you have donated a lot of money, repaired a lot of roads, and built a lot of schools. Not much, poor students have received a lot of support, I think it can offset some, and I will pay the rest for you later, one year, ten years, 20 years, there will always be a time to pay it off..."

"There are also insurance companies. I don't think it's fraudulent insurance. Life Insurance originally settles claims for suicide. Some for one year, some for two years. This is one of the risks in their industry, so I'm not going to spend the money. Also, you don't have to feel guilty..."

The sun had already set, and the surrounding light was getting darker and darker. The young man squatted in front of the grave and whispered, his eyelashes were always lowered, and his voice was always calm.

"You said that you have never done anything wrong in your life. You didn't expect that in the end, you would be sorry for many people. You should feel at ease now. If you can pay back, I have already paid for you. superior……

"For those students who you can't let go, I called them one by one and told them that the Su Corporation went bankrupt and you died."

The young man's voice visibly trembled when the word "dead" came out. He closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and paused for a long time before continuing: "Some of them cried on the phone, very loudly." Sad, I brought up the tuition fee, they said, it’s ok, they will solve it themselves. They asked me how I was doing, was there someone to take care of me, did I have money to spend, where did I go to school, did I study well...they asked me Ask for an account number, tell me that they have saved some money, they will continue to earn money, they can support me... I told them, I am fine, I have money, I have books, and someone takes care of me..."

"Someone also asked me, what about his tuition fee? I told them, I'm sorry, it will be up to them in the future. So someone hung up the phone, and someone yelled inside... So I hung up the phone and reported them. .

"In the past year or so, each of them has received two or three anonymous remittances from you. According to the law, this is considered a deliberate transfer of assets, and the bank will go to recover the money. When I think about that time , they will definitely scold more fiercely than now, and they will be very happy.

"Repay your kindness...I don't have to repay you, but you can't be ungrateful."

He paused for a while before continuing in a low voice: "I know you would prefer me to pretend that nothing happened and continue to be an anonymous hero to fund their studies, but Dad, I'm not you. It's mine , I will not hide, I can do it, I will do it. But what should not be mine, what I cannot do, I will not grasp, let alone support."

"Dad, I don't want to learn from you..."

As night fell, the surrounding shadows became huge and gloomy. It seemed that something came alive in this dark world. There seemed to be voices in the surrounding air, whispering with the boy.

"You said that the person you are most worried about is me."

"You tell me, if you don't want to work hard, you can rent out the house, take the rent, eat as much as you want, sleep as much as you want, and live the life you want...Okay, I get it.

"Tell me that you still need to read books. It doesn't matter if you read well or not, but you need to read more books and go out more. People need to have a broad vision and a broad mind to live happily...Okay, I knew.

"Tell me, you can be sad, but don't be sad for too long, because life is too short...Okay, I get it."

"You said that you raised me little by little from a white and tender meat ball in the palm of your hand. You said that I have never been wronged or lived a hard life since I was born. You said that you only need to think that I will live in a small and poor life. If you can’t buy your favorite toys, wear your favorite clothes, eat fresh fruit, or even eat enough, you will feel distressed and out of breath. You said that you are selfish this time in your life, let I don't want to hate you... ok, I get it."

"..."

Amidst the young man's rambling voice, the surroundings finally completely darkened. The young man stopped abruptly, stood up, put his schoolbag on his back, and turned around.

He said a lot, did not say, more.

Dad, you told me to be strong, is that how you taught me to be strong?

Dad, you said that I have never lived a hard life, but I have never lived a life without my father...

Dad, I'm afraid I won't be able to live happily as you expected, but I will try to live with a smile.

Dad, I still...hate you.

At the moment when he turned around completely, tears finally burst out of his eyes. The boy's thin body stood up straight, his lips were tightly pressed, he stubbornly refused to close his eyes, refused to bow his head, refused to make a sound, refused to tremble, only tears Silently flowing down the cheeks, flowing through the corners of the mouth, dripping continuously from the chin...

Dad, I miss you.