Zhang Dongmei got on a bus returning to the city.

A few months ago, the sun came in through the bus window and sprinkled on her face and legs, but she could not feel any warmth.

She had a sullen face, a cold expression, and no smile at all.

She just came out of her hometown just a few days ago. Just a few days ago, her father was driving drunk in the countryside and hit the other party with serious injuries. The father is fully responsible for this accident and needs to compensate the other party for medical expenses of 300,000 yuan.

The father and brother were still arguing, and the money was given 30,000 yuan and nothing happened. This time she collected another 100,000 yuan for them and sent it over. This was the most money she could get together, and because of this accident, she was almost drained.

Who should she resent, the father who drives drunk, the mother who is weak and incompetent, the younger brother who has been spoiled, or the self who has no ability to make money?

Moreover, don't know who reported her. Recently, the school has been investigating her extracurricular supplementary classes.

Thinking of this, Zhang Dongmei couldn't help but folded her hands into fists.

Isn't she doing extra-curricular supplementary lessons for the good of her students?

Now it's called load reduction, and students are not allowed to assign too much homework, but the difficulty of the exam has not only not decreased, but has continued to increase. Without those questions and more practice, how can students improve their grades?

Who reported her?

Zhang Dongmei was stunned, her eyes moved slightly, and one person flashed in her mind.

The school leader revealed that the situation this time was not optimistic. The other party not only had evidence that she gave students make-up lessons, but also some evidence that she physically punished students, and even evidence that she accepted bribes.

The list and evidence provided by the other party are very detailed. In the worst case, she may even have her teacher's qualification certificate revoked, and she will no longer be able to serve in the middle school.

The school is still trying to get her to stay, but she may become a counselor and not be able to teach.

Is it the student who can't afford the tuition and didn't attend the cram school? But that student should not know so many details. Or the student whose ear was broken by her beating? She also blamed her carelessness. She didn't say hello to the student's family background that time. Who would have thought that the student's distant uncle was actually working in the Education Bureau? Or... Ms. Li, who competes with her, has been competing with her for this year's outstanding pacesetter before, and she also pretended to run over and said that she felt that she should not give students make-up lessons, and something would happen sooner or later...

Zhang Dongmei thought about it for a long time, but gave up.

The top priority, she has to collect the money, her family can only count on her.

Where are those people her parents? She was clearly like a wolf, a tiger and a leopard. She couldn't come up with the money, so she would be swallowed alive and eaten one by one.

They bullied the weak and feared the hard, and they dared not go to her younger brother, so they came to grind her. They cried bitterly at her, but they didn't care about her daughter's life or death at all. In order to raise money, she had tried all kinds of methods, exhausted the credit card limit, and borrowed all the colleagues who could borrow money.

But the person who was hit had already threatened to maim her father if she didn't pay enough money, and she couldn't just watch them die.

And she knew that her parents had told the other side her work unit that if she didn't fill in the hole, the victim's family would probably have to come to the school. At that time, she couldn't even be a counselor.

The bus finally stopped at the bus station. Zhang Dongmei got out of the car and carried her bag. There was no bus along the way, and she was reluctant to take a taxi. Out of the bubble, every step is like walking on a knife.

As she walked, she flipped through her newsletter, which recorded the names of hundreds of students and parents. Among them, those marked with an asterisk were those with money in the family, and those marked with a plus sign were related to the family.

Zhang Dongmei swiped her fingers over familiar names, and finally summoned up the courage to make a phone call.

The other party is the mother of a student in her previous class. The family is very rich and has two chain restaurants. On weekdays, she is warm to her, and she is also generous in her shots, even commensurate with her sisters.

Zhang Dongmei just exchanged a few words and mentioned that she wanted to borrow money, but the other party hesitated for a while, "Mr. Zhang, I heard that your physical reason, you won't take our baby with us next semester?"

Zhang Dongmei thought to herself, good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, she tried to calm her voice: "Well, I haven't received the notification yet."

Before this sentence was finished, the other party hung up the phone.

As soon as people leave, the tea is cold.

Zhang Dongmei continued to play the second...third...fourth.

A sneer gradually emerged from the corners of her mouth. These parents, in order to please her in the past, gave her money and stuff one by one. Now heard that she might not teach their children, and they hung up on her as soon as they mentioned borrowing money. phone.

She is now in her forties, divorced and childless.

In the past few decades of her life, she had no friends and no relatives.

Thinking about it now, she seems to have devoted her whole life to teaching. In the end, what is left of her?

The teacher's salary is already meager, not to mention she has to subsidize her family.

Zhang Dongmei entered the house. She bought this place with a loan in her early years. It was just a very small house.

Zhang Dongmei suddenly remembered something and began to take out the big box from under the bed. She was alone, her feet were still hurting, her heart was full of anger, and the room was extremely hot, but she was reluctant to turn on the fan.

Zhang Dongmei struggled with all her strength until she was covered in sweat before she pulled the big box out. She was panting, her hands were frayed by the edge of the box, and it was burning hot.

Then she knelt down and began to look at the contents of the box.

It used to be her treasure, with a thick stack of certificates in it, which was the honor she had left her in her more than 20 years of teaching career.

She stroked her stack of awards, so many honors, so many commendations, so many people said she was a good teacher...

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she turned over those things one by one, and she couldn't put it down, and her cold heart gradually warmed up.

Since teaching for so many years, she has to correct other teachers' homework several times every day. She often prepares lessons until late at night, and then gets up early the next day to watch the morning self-study. Mathematics is not a subject like Chinese and English. She can be lazy and have new questions constantly. Every time a new workbook is issued, she has to do it from beginning to end by herself. Every year, she updates her lesson plan.

She may have done a lot of wrong things, but she has also done a lot of right things.

In the past 20 years of teaching, she has really taught a lot of good students, and taught a lot of darlings.

Without her, those students might not be where they are now. Many students may just be mediocre people who sell vegetables and serve dishes. Because of her, those people went to good high schools, good universities, and had different lives.

But those students were not grateful to her.

Those parents are unreliable, and the students are even more scornful. After graduation one by one, they do not contact her.

The world is hot.

She thought of her husband. The man said that she only had her students in her heart. The real break between the two was after Zhang Dongmei had a miscarriage standing for nine hours in a row to prepare for the public class, on the seventh day after the incident. , she couldn't worry about the students, got up and stood on the podium.

She also liked children very much and looked forward to having children of her own. But in the end, she lost the ability to have children, and her husband hooked up with the little nurse in the department.

Why is the world like this?

She is a woman, struggling alone in the city, having suffered enough losses without a background, trying hard to climb up by herself, and can always feel the malice in the world.

She doesn't have a soft heart, because she doesn't deserve to have, be weak, cry, those things don't belong to her, she is a woman made of iron, can't get sick, can't fall.

Whenever she quarrels at home, gets scolded by her parents, gets angry with her husband, gets bullied at work, and gets occupied by a related household, she can only get up and arm herself with strong armor.

She can only vent her anger at the students. She hates those beautiful girls, envy those children with superior backgrounds and talents, and takes advantage of those obedient and obedient students.

Whenever she sees their uninformed faces, she wants to tell them what the real world looks like. She played those ugly expressions to them, not as cruel as one-tenth of the world's cruelty to her.

Zhang Dongmei began to look at the things in the box. She has the habit of summarizing and organizing. After teaching some students, she will keep all the things, old photos, old score sheets, marked test papers, and examinations written by students. There are good ones and bad ones, as long as she feels valuable, she will stay.

Looking at those things, Zhang Dongmei seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago. One thing after another woke up in her memory. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she suddenly thought of a way to solve the problem.

A teacher for one day, a father for life. No matter what, she will always be a teacher to those students!

As long as she masters the weaknesses of those students, she can borrow money.

If you can't make people love her, make them fear her.

She still had a choice at first, but then she started to lose her bottom line for money...

At that time, Zhang Dongmei did not expect that those children were no longer the shivering children who sat under the podium ten years ago. They have also grown fangs and hard claws, and have learned to fight hard.

Years passed, and those students did not expect that the incomparably murderous teacher in their memory was actually a wicked person who was tortured by life to the point of nowhere.

Now Zhang Dongmei, the body is gradually cold.

The troubles that haunted her finally stopped torturing her.

Cheng Mo led Tan Shan out, but still comforted her a few words. Tan Shan just kept crying and couldn't come up with any new evidence. It seems that this case can be concluded like this.

Song Wen went to the bathroom and came out, turned his head to Lu Siyu and said, "Let's go, even if Tan Shan is guilty, we need to wait for a while before we can send her to the city bureau."

Lu Siyu raised his head in confusion: "Go...where."

He is sorting out the several documents in front of him, wanting to see what is unreasonable.

Along with the sound of fireworks outside the window, Song Wen wondered why this person was so indifferent. He pointed to a distance outside: "Rooftop, such a good location, it would be a pity not to watch the fireworks show."

On the platform of Mingyue Building, Song Wen pulled Lu Siyu out. Lu Siyu never liked crowded places. When he could avoid, he would hide as far as he could.

These liveliness, the prosperity and joy of the world, as if they should not belong to him.

In Lu Siyu's impression, he always felt that these fireworks were nothing to see. If Song Wen insisted, he would not want to come out. But now looking up at the fireworks, he could not help but be infected by the atmosphere of the scene.

When the two came out, a fireworks had just been put into the sky, and the fireworks sprayed out a small cluster of green light, and then those green lights bloomed one by one, these greens seemed to have life, rising steadily, lush, like A vine, covering the entire sky.

The sky is an ink blue canvas, and the fireworks are like brushes, swaying the paint freely, and people stand below and look up. A pair of exquisite pictures appeared above the head, and there was an indescribable beauty.

Lu Siyu was stunned. Such fireworks were completely different from what he remembered. Then he thought about it, as if he hadn't seen fireworks since his parents passed away. It's been nearly twenty years. Technology has been advancing with each passing day, and people have long been different.

At this time, the entire Lunjiang River turned into a sea of ​​joy. Hundreds of thousands of people gathered here, standing or sitting or at high places, all of them raised their heads and looked into the night sky. In the most prosperous area of ​​Nancheng City, there are several towering buildings standing. Among them, the Nancheng Tower attracts people's attention, and cheers and exclamations are constantly emitted.

Clusters of fireworks lifted off one after another, blooming in the jet-black sky.

With a bang, another fireworks rose into the sky. For a while, the sky seemed to be full of fire trees and silver flowers. When the silver flowers dissipated, it suddenly rained red again, and shining red dots fell, like Red stars fall among the worlds.

The light flies, the scenery is so beautiful...

On both sides of the Lunjiang River, many people held up cameras and mobile phones to record this shocking scene.

Song Wen said from the side: "How? It's not bad, right? To watch a fireworks like this, many people have to stand below for an hour or two, and they have to squeeze in and out of the crowd. Here we have a wide field of vision and people. There are few, and it can be regarded as the best observation point."

He said it easily, in fact, if it weren't for this case, the Lianhua Mingyue Building would be full tonight, and those guests might board the platform, crowded to watch the fireworks. If it wasn't for the case tonight, they would probably have gone home after watching the movie. All this can only be said to be a coincidence.

Lu Siyu hummed and looked up at the fireworks in the air. His beautiful eyes were illuminated by the fireworks, and it seemed that there were stars in the sky, which was extremely beautiful.

Song Wen watched the fireworks blooming in the air, feeling a little: "In the past, when I was a child, I was taken by my father to see fireworks once, about six years old. I remember that there were a lot of people that day. The layers are stacked, no matter how much I jump, I can't see them, so my dad raised them to the top of my head and let me watch the fireworks from the highest point. At that time, I thought that my dad was the tallest in the world. When I grow up, I want to be like a father."

At that time, the relationship between Song Wen and his father was not as tense as it is now, and when he thought of the state of mind at that time, Song Wen actually felt a little bit of emotion.

Lu Siyu said: "So your father is very kind to you."

Song Wendao: "Where is it? When the show was over, my father only cared about talking to his colleagues and didn't care about me. If there were too many people, I would get lost. My father called the entire police force to look for me on the streets, and when he found me, he beat me up. pause."

There is more to this matter, and he continued, "When I got home, my mother found out that my father took me to a place where there were so many people while he was on duty patrol, and he almost lost me. There was a fight, and then the husband and wife doubles beat me up again."

At that time, Li Luanfang and Song Cheng always disagreed with each other, and they only had a surprisingly tacit understanding on the matter of beating children. Couples doubles are the norm.

Lu Siyu couldn't help frowning and smiled slightly. The night wind was blowing, fiddling with Lu Siyu's bangs, revealing a bit of a clean forehead, looking at his almost perfect profile, Song Wen felt that the fireworks in front of him were far less beautiful than the people around him, which made Lu Siyu laugh, he suddenly I think it was worth it when I was beaten twice a day.

But the next moment, Lu Siyu suddenly lowered his head again, feeling a little sad: "It must be very interesting to live like that."

It was the family life he envied, as if the warmth that Song Wen could bring him at this moment made him a little greedy, but he didn't know how to go on. He has an unknown fear of the future, just like the dark past.

Song Wen didn't know what was wrong, which caused Lu Siyu's mood to be a little depressed. He tried to change the subject, took out a box from the schoolbag he was carrying before, and handed it to Lu Siyu.

"By the way, this is for you."

"What... what?" Lu Siyu took it and weighed it. The box was long, not too big or too small, and had some weight.

Song Wen explained: "It's not that it's too expensive, it's too expensive, and I can't afford it. I just bought it when I saw it occasionally."

Lu Siyu opened the box and found that it was a silver-white thermos cup. The workmanship was very delicate, and the pattern pattern was also his favorite style.

Song Wen tried his best to make his voice sound casual: "I saw that the cup you brought before was old, so I just bought one. Isn't your birthday coming up soon? I'll give you a gift in advance. Before, didn't you also give it to me? My tie or something..."

He had been thinking for a long time before, what to buy and when to send it. If it was expensive, it felt inappropriate, and if it was cheap, it would not be available. Lu Siyu felt that he was fooling around.

Seeing that Lu Siyu was suddenly a little depressed, Song Wen's heart moved. He just wanted to comfort him, but he couldn't help but take out the things directly. Then he reacted now, where did he give gifts to others at the crime scene? The body is still lying downstairs.

Team Song can't wait to slap himself...

Birthday……

Lu Siyu didn't mind the time and place. His birthday was on the 2nd of October, that is, tomorrow. Because he was in the middle of the National Day holiday, he never received gifts from anyone except his parents when he was a child.

When he was in kindergarten, he suddenly discovered this. After returning home, he cried with his parents, blaming them for giving birth to him on a festival. At that time, his father comforted him and said, "People who care about you won't forget your birthday just because it's a holiday."

Later, after the death of his parents, he didn't pay much attention to his birthday. In the whole student life, few people celebrated his birthday for him.

Now, he was suddenly given a gift by Song Wen, and he was a little overwhelmed in his hand.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Wen thought he didn't like it very much, and continued to introduce in his heart: "By the way, there is a place on the lid of this thermos cup that can display the temperature..."

This function was specially selected by him. Whether the water poured in is hot or cold, he can see at a glance. He remembers that he is not in good health, and thinks this function is quite practical.

Lu Siyu lowered his head, feeling that his eyes were sore and hot, as if he couldn't hold it back, tears were about to flow: "This one is a little bigger than my previous one."

Song Wen sighed in his heart, thinking about whether he was elected: "What? Are you afraid of Shen when you appear on the scene? If you are afraid of Shen, I can carry it for you."

Lu Siyu said: "You are already the captain of the detachment. What does it look like to help your subordinates to hold a cup?"

Song Wendao: "I'm happy, no one else can control it."

Song Wensheng was afraid that Lu Siyu would not like this. Seeing that Lu Siyu had been saying something else, he reached out a little guilty and wanted to take the cup, but Lu Siyu took the cup and ducked back half a step, like that Not going to return the cup to him.

Lu Siyu's eyes flashed before he said, "I haven't received any gift for many years, and I don't know what expression to use, and I don't know what to say..."

He is rich, but he is unwilling to make deep friendships with others. Most of the time, he gives them to others, and he rarely receives such a gift from others.

"Thank you, I'm very..."

When Lu Siyu said this, he was just in time for the fireworks to be set off at the most extreme place. The fireworks behind them exploded, one after another, just covering the last two words.

At that moment, the fireworks lit, and the fireworks illuminated Lu Siyu's Qingjun's face, making him look good-looking and lonely, as if through this false prosperity, he was alone, standing there alone. But Song Wen was influenced by him just like that.

Song Wen couldn't help teasing Lu Siyu: "What did you just say?"

Lu Siyu opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and finally replied, "If you don't hear it, forget it."

Song Wen said, "I thought you were saying that you liked me."

It seems that he still heard it, and deliberately lied to him, Lu Siyu said: "You can remove the last word, that's right."

Song Wen took a step forward and asked him directly, "Then don't you like me?"

The corners of Lu Siyu's mouth twitched. Holding the cup in his hand, he felt that he couldn't be too proud. He pretended not to hear and said nothing.

Another cluster of fireworks bloomed, and the splendid fireworks were splendid. The sky seemed to be lit by a stream of light, and the fireworks all over the sky shone on the banks of the Lun River and on the faces of the two of them.

Lu Siyu seemed to suddenly understand why people like fireworks. They are such a fleeting thing, but they are so beautiful. It seems that only in the moment, everything is worth it.

The last carnival finally ended, the sky gradually became calm, the smoke and dust dispersed, Song Wen said: "It seems, it's almost done, it's a little cold outside, let's go in."

Lu Siyu nodded, and he stepped into the corridor.

"Do you think Tan Shan will be the murderer?" Song Wen suddenly asked Lu Siyu, and then he explained, "I... actually hope she is not. When I was in junior high school, a teacher was very kind to me. Before the secondary exam, she would call me into her office and give me a stack of white scratch paper. Not a valuable gift, but every time I got the scratch paper, it seemed like the exam would pass.”

It was just a stack of scratch paper, which Song Wen still remembers clearly.

Being a teacher is a hard job, and there are many teachers working hard. He could tell that no matter what kind of grievances Tan Shan and Zhang Dongmei have, she is always trying to be a good teacher...

Lu Siyu snorted, not knowing if he heard Song Wen's words, he lowered his head and suddenly let out a soft hum.

"What's wrong?" Song Wen asked him.

Lu Siyu looked up at Song Wen and said, "I seem to be able to know who has been on the rooftop before."