The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"Is the outside world so complicated?"

"It's a lot more complicated than that."

"But you are obviously not much older than me."

"There is no necessary connection between experience and age."

"Then with your experience, what should you do if you encounter a problem like mine?"

"What should I do? That's your problem, not mine."

"You...do you have any sympathy? I'm about to commit suicide, can't you just comfort me a little?"

"Well, since you strongly requested it, let me just comfort you with a few words, young man! When you encounter unlucky things in life, don't be depressed, cheer up. You have to believe that there will be even more unlucky things. Behind!

Eat more hardships when you are young, so that you will gradually get used to it when you are old.

Isn’t this how life slowly gets better day by day? "

"Are you sure this is comfort?"

"Otherwise? Apart from birth, old age, illness and death, there are actually few truly important things in life.

There is no need to look sad over trivial matters,

There is no need to argue with villains for a moment.

No matter how unforgettable the pain is, if you look back decades later, it will feel insignificant.

It's like looking down from such a high place. You can see beautiful scenery at first glance, but if you look down from the second floor, you might see all garbage.

If you stand at a different height, what you see will naturally be different..."

"Bang!" "Wanwan! Wanwan, where are you?!"

The rooftop door behind him was suddenly pushed open with a bang, and the next moment, a middle-aged man with an anxious face rushed out from the stairs.

Then he caught sight of the two people sitting on the edge of the rooftop.

"Wanwan!" The middle-aged man was surprised and anxious at the same time when he saw the young man turning his head.

There was no time to think about why there was an extra person at the scene.

"Wanwan! Don't move! Dad is here. You can tell him if you have anything. Don't do anything stupid!"

The middle-aged man rushed to a place five or six meters away from the young man but did not dare to get any closer. He stretched out his hand and nervously wanted to comfort the young man, as if he was afraid that he would suddenly jump if he was suddenly stimulated.

"Hu~hu~" At this time, three men ran out of the corridor, panting.

Two of them were wearing security uniforms, and one was a gentle young man wearing glasses.

"Classmate Zheng Wan...the teacher finally...finally found you...don't...don't be impulsive! If you have anything to say, say it properly!"

The young teacher was out of breath.

"dad!"

Zheng Wan stood up, only to scare everyone again.

"No, no, no! We won't go there! We won't go there, okay! Don't jump!"

When the young man saw that everyone was facing a formidable enemy, a hint of bitterness appeared on his face. He turned around and looked at Meng Lang beside him again, and suddenly asked.

"You said, I am a lone brave person when I take this step, but if I turn around, will I be considered a coward?"

Meng Lang smiled when he heard this.

"Of course it counts!"

"Uh..." The young man was stunned.

"So, you need to turn around and take a few more steps, and then you will find... there is nothing but distance in the distance, and the further away, the more lonely you are!"

juvenile:"……"

It's obviously poisonous chicken soup, but why do I feel so cheerful after listening to it?

Am I broken?

After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath.

Immediately, under the surprised and astonished eyes of everyone, he slowly turned around and moved away from the edge of the rooftop one step at a time...

…

"Thank you! Thank you! Mr. Meng, if it weren't for you today, I wouldn't know how to explain to my mother who passed away Wan Wan! I, Zheng Dalu, will bear this great kindness in my heart!"

Meng Lang looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was holding his hand and bowing to him repeatedly with red eyes to thank him.

With thick eyebrows, big eyes, a wide forehead and thick lips, and slightly dark skin, he looks like a loyal and honest farmer, not a scientific researcher at all.

Is this the goal of this trip...

"Mr. Zheng, you don't have to be like this. I just happened to pass by and chatted with classmate Zheng Wan for a few words. I just expressed my feelings.

In my opinion, classmate Zheng was just impulsive. When he calmed down, he would naturally realize that he had done something stupid.

However, you should really pay more attention to Student Zheng’s learning environment. "

"Alas! To be honest with Mr. Meng, after Wanwan's mother passed away, the child became much more taciturn.

Recently... my work has not been going well, I have lacked concern for Wanwan's study and life, and there has been a lack of communication between father and son. I cannot absolve myself from the blame for today's incident! "

Zheng Dalu looked remorseful.

At this time, all he had left in his heart was fear.

If he hadn't happened to meet Meng Lang today, if Zheng Wan had really done that irreparable fool thing...

When he thought of that terrible possibility, Zheng Dalu felt so regretful that he almost wanted to go crazy.

"Professor Zheng, classmate Zheng Wan, this is also my responsibility as a counselor. I failed to discover the problems in the class at the first time. I ask for your forgiveness."

The young teacher who caught up before turned out to be Zheng Wan's counselor. At this time, he looked even more frightened and apologized repeatedly to Zheng Dalu and his son.

Fortunately, this matter was stopped today.

Su University is a well-known institution of higher learning in Jiangsu Province. If a vicious suicide occurred in one of his classes, it would definitely have an extremely negative social impact.

Not to mention the damage to the school's reputation, my job as a counselor has basically come to an end, so I definitely don't have to count on my application to stay in school...

Fortunately, Zheng Wan is safe and sound now, and there is still room for recovery...

"Teacher Wu, there is no need to call me Professor Zheng. I have resigned and am no longer a professor in the school."

Zheng Dalu looked at Teacher Wu, but his expression was a little cold and angry.

No matter how good-tempered he is, a father might not be able to bear it if his child encounters something like this in his class. He is already sensible enough not to get angry on the spot.

"Professor Zheng, don't worry. I will definitely report this matter to the school for serious handling, and severely punish those responsible! Give me some time, and we will definitely give you and Zheng Wan a satisfactory explanation!"

Teacher Wu couldn't hear the complaint and anger in Zheng Dalu's tone, and immediately expressed with a look of shame that this matter would be investigated to the end!

Professor Zheng? Resign?

Meng Lang heard something unusual from the conversation between the two.

"Mr. Zheng turns out to be a professor at Soochow University?" Meng Lang asked seemingly casually.

"Well! I used to be a professor of genetics at the medical school, but I just resigned due to some reasons. This is one of the reasons why I have neglected Wanwan..."

Zheng Dalu looked guilty.

It turns out...this is a talent with a story...

He is a professor at Soochow University and has just resigned...

It seems that this person is not only a talent, but he is also currently in a career gap, which is a good time to take advantage of it?

No wonder she would recommend him. Did she even consider the recruitment opportunity for herself?

As for Zheng Dalu's personal ability... Meng Lang was not worried at all.

As the saying goes, one can tell the horse power from a distance, and time is the best talent. Whether it is a thousand-mile horse, time has already given the answer...

But there’s no rush yet.

To solicit such a thing and to repay a favor is to be considered inferior.

"Mr. Zheng, since I'm fine, I'll take my leave first. I still have friends waiting for me."

Zheng Dalu couldn't help but feel another wave of retention and thanks.

However, Meng Lang hadn't gone far when Zheng Wan, who had been silent and silent, suddenly ran over and bowed deeply to Meng Lang.

"Brother Meng, thank you!"

Meng Lang turned around, looked at the young man whose eyes were no longer stagnant, and smiled.

"Thank you for nothing. I just made some complaints. Those words were said to you, so how could they not be said to myself? Maybe I should be the one to say thank you."

In short, after chatting, my mood seemed to be inexplicably better.

Maybe... spreading negative energy can really help reduce stress?

"Really? Then I want to know, if there is really nothing in the distance but distance, then Mr. Meng, how did you get out of that loneliness?"

The young man asked with a longing look on his face.

How did I get out of that distant loneliness?

Um! This is a good and thought-provoking question!

He patted the boy on the shoulder and showed a weak smile.

“People are different, and the biggest difference between me and others is.

Even if I walk alone, I still have a hundred thousand soldiers behind me..."