$40, Republic of China (End)

Duan Qingen turned around and saw the same pile of broken bricks and tiles.

The difference was that this time he was really the only one left.

He stood by the road and waited for a while until a rickshaw came over here. He waved and stopped in front of him.

"Where are you going, sir?"

Duan Qingen took his box and sat on it: "Military hospital."

The military hospital was completely busy. The main gate was fine, and someone was guarding it. If someone came with a patient who wanted to inject penicillin, the person guarding the gate would point to the side gate.

Each of them was invited by Duan Qingen from the big guys, specifically to prevent spies from a certain country and someone from deliberately breaking in. They were wearing military uniforms and had a fierce military temperament. Just looking at them could make ordinary civilians stay away from them, so the main gate was almost very quiet.

On the other hand, because of Duan Qingen's authorization, these ordinary people easily poured in at the side door, and some medical staff in white coats recorded in an orderly manner in the chaos.

A young doctor was accepting a little patient and wrote on a piece of paper:

"Pneumonia, arranged in ward 301, family members do not have visitation rights."

The family members who brought the child were stunned, "No, no visitation rights mean that we can't see the child?"

"Yes."

The young doctor had said this too many times, but he still repeated it with a good attitude: "We are a military hospital. It is very good to be able to vacate the ward for these patients. It is impossible to delegate power to the family members. If you mind, you can take the patient away. We have injected him with medicine. If you take him away now, he will be fine in most cases. There are also a small number of accidents. If he is in the hospital, our hospital staff will notice these accidents and start rescue immediately, and we will also provide food to the patients."

Not everyone regards their children as tools to exchange for food. The couple thought for a few seconds with tears in their eyes, and reluctantly handed their children to the nurse standing by.

"Then, we'll leave our child to you. When can he be discharged?"

"He can be discharged after his condition stabilizes. You can wait at the hospital gate at five o'clock every morning. We will post a list of patients who can be taken away."

"Hey, hey, thank you."

The couple stood there reluctantly, watching their child being taken in, and then left, looking back every three steps.

It was natural to be reluctant to hand over your child to someone else, but if he followed them, there would be no one to take care of him and he wouldn't have enough to eat, so it would be better to leave him in the hospital.

At least, he can survive.

Compared to their reluctance, some people also came with their children, but they didn't even ask when to pick up the children. They took the rice and money and left. From the looks of it, they directly assumed that the children died in the hospital.

Such an attitude made the medical staff angry, but there was nothing they could do. After all, adults couldn't survive these days, let alone raising a child.

Most of the children treated like this are five or six years old or younger. They can walk at this age, but they still can't work. They need to eat every day. Their parents feel that they can't afford to raise them, so they just take them to the river and drown them.

Duan Qingen got off the rickshaw and walked over here. He saw that they were angry. He asked them a few questions. After knowing the reason, he smiled helplessly, but he was not angry.

"The children will stay in the hospital first. When the list is posted every morning, tell them that if no one comes to pick up the minors within 15 days of posting the list, we will treat them as orphans and report the orphan list to the government."

The orphan list is also a new thing proposed by Duan Qingen.

At first, because the children in the orphanage were well fed and clothed, and could go to work in the factory, some families had evil thoughts and deliberately threw their children at the door of the orphanage. When the children went to the factory, they came to ask for money.

The child was thrown there when he was sick. He himself had already conceded that his parents didn't want him anymore. But in the blink of an eye, they came to the orphanage and said that they threw him to the orphanage to save his life.

I have never heard that throwing a patient naked at someone else's door in the middle of the night is life-saving.

If the child hadn't cried with difficulty, I'm afraid that when the orphanage opened the door the next day, it would have been his body.

The child didn't want to recognize his parents, so they made a big fuss, insisting that he was unfilial and didn't recognize his biological parents. Duan Qingen called the police to scare them away, and then proposed to the higher authorities to establish a list of orphans.

There are too many people who fish in troubled waters now. If the orphanage takes in new children in the future, they will publish the appearance, height, approximate age and the names they know of these children in the newspaper, and there will be special people reading these at a fixed location.

If no parents come to claim them after half a month, these children will be orphans recognized by the government.

It's useless even if their biological parents come, because they are orphans with a seal.

Of course, this move is mainly aimed at those who abandon their children and come back to recognize their parents when they see that their children can make money. If the biological parents come to the orphanage with a sincere attitude and do not intend to suck their blood, the orphanage will not stop them from recognizing each other.

Since the list of orphans came out, there are fewer people who come to fish in troubled waters.

After Duan Qingen said this, the anger on the faces of the medical staff also decreased a little, and they sent the child in and continued to work.

Duan Qingen looked at the huge crowd, walked in from the side door, and went to the building they had specially vacated for these patients, and checked each ward one by one.

The names of the patients' illnesses, symptoms, ages and names were written on the bedside. Most of them were unconscious, and those who were not unconscious were extremely weak, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Except for the groans of some patients, the whole building was almost silent.

Even if they were sent to the hospital, they did not believe that they could be cured, after all, their diseases were stamped as incurable.

Now they entered the hospital just to exchange money and food for their families.

The gloomy atmosphere of terminally ill patients surrounded the whole building, causing some lively medical staff to subconsciously stop talking.

Duan Qingen looked for a while and turned out. After a while, he came with a little newspaper boy.

This little newsboy came from an orphanage, he was only nine years old, and he knew that he was going to help his idolized teacher Duan, his eyes were full of excitement, and although Duan Qingen didn't walk fast, he stepped quickly with his legs, following him.

Like a lively little bird.

Duan Qingen looked at the little guy who ran to his left and then to his right, his eyes were full of joy but he didn't say anything, but only used his big sparkling eyes to express his inner happiness, and couldn't help but smile.

"What's your name? Which class are you from?"

The little newsboy's eyes lit up when he saw Teacher Duan talking to him. He looked up at him eagerly and said in a clear and cheerful voice: "My name is Fu Twelve, and I'm a student of the fifth class, and Teacher Fu is with me."

When he heard his name, Duan Qingen knew that this was another orphan who had no name before coming to the orphanage. There were too many children like this in the orphanage, and the teachers couldn't name them one by one. They could only let them follow their surnames and add a number in order.

If these children want to change their names, they can do so now or in the future.

But basically no children will change their names. In the hearts of these children who were originally orphans, following the surnames of the teachers who taught them knowledge means that they are people of the orphanage.

They didn't have parents, and they didn't know if they had relatives, so how could they be willing to give up the names they had worked so hard to get.

Duan Qingen took the initiative to talk to Fu Twelve, who was a little nervous. He followed Duan Qingen curiously, and his clear voice was full of vitality like a bird chirping: "Teacher Duan, where are we going? What can I do for you?"

"We are going to the broadcasting room of the hospital."

Facing this very cute child, Duan Qingen smiled and touched his little head, "Twelve, thank you for helping me."

"No, you're welcome!"

After being thanked by Duan Qingen, Fu Twelve's face immediately flushed. He was excited and shy, and his eyes were full of joy: "I am very happy to help Teacher Duan!!"

****

There were several patients lying in ward 301. Because there were too many patients, this building was temporarily vacated, and the ground was still a little messy.

The medical staff arranged the wards according to the name of the disease. For example, all the patients in 301 had pneumonia, but there were adults, children, and the elderly.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Someone was coughing in the ward. It was the old man. His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist by the illness. He couldn't see clearly, but he still tried to raise his head to see the surrounding environment.

On the bed next to him, a middle-aged man with sharp eyesight saw the old man trying to get out of bed, so he reminded him: "The bed has guardrails."

The old man paused, rubbed his eyes, and lay back slowly.

He didn't say thank you or say anything. He looked like an old man with a strange personality.

The middle-aged man saw that he ignored him, turned his head and looked at the person on the other side.

That was also a middle-aged man, but he was pale and thin. He looked like he would not live long. Obviously, he had been tortured by illness for a long time.

"Brother, do you also have pneumonia?"

The man heard his words, coughed weakly twice, and replied: "Yes, it can't be cured, and my body is not well."

"Me too, I thought that since it can't be cured anyway, I might as well come here to try my luck. Even if I die, at least I can exchange some food for my family before I die."

The middle-aged man didn't look sad on his face, and his words sounded very optimistic, but his eyes were dead silent.

Dying people always have a lot of reluctance.

"Yes, there is only one daughter left in my family. She just got married and has to worry about taking care of me. Her husband is a good man, but he doesn't have much money. I can't always drag them down. I heard that there is money for drug testing here, so I came here."

"At least I can exchange some money for them, and she is still pregnant."

The two were chatting casually, and the old man suddenly sat up, "What are you arguing about! It's so annoying!"

"You are going to die anyway, can't you just close your eyes and wait for death? What's the point of talking so much now."

The atmosphere in the ward that had just improved stagnated.

This old man obviously has a bad temper. People kindly reminded him before, but he treated them with such an attitude.

The ward is full of dying patients, weak all over, and have no energy or energy to reason with this old man. They just look at each other in silence and close their eyes again.

Yes, they are going to die anyway.

Why not just wait for death? What's the point of talking so much? It can't change the outcome of death.

Yes, even if these patients lie down at the gate of the Chinese medicine hospital, even if they receive treatment, no one believes that they will be cured. They just think that this is an exchange of life for food.

It’s not that they think the hospital is cheating people, but everyone knows that these diseases cannot be cured. How can they be cured with an injection?

In the dead silence, a voice suddenly resounded throughout the hospital.

"I am the newspaper boy Fu Twelve. Now, let me tell you about the recent newspapers."

The sudden appearance of this young and crisp boy's voice scared many people.

When they reacted from the shock, they found that it was the hospital's broadcast that made the sound.

In ward 301, the old man was also startled by this voice and opened his eyes. His eyes were full of lifelessness, and he muttered: "Don't let people die well."

But they are now in someone else's territory, so naturally they can't interfere with the hospital's decision, so the patients in the whole building are forced to listen to the broadcast.

[In the 34th battle, our army won a great victory and recaptured South China]

[On the 16th, a batch of materials donated by the orphanage was transported to the orphanage]

[On the 17th...]

Most of these patients could not read. They were usually busy with work and had no time or money to buy newspapers. Even if they bought them, they could not read. Therefore, national affairs were all spread by word of mouth around them. No one would read them one by one.

As they listened, they were inevitably fascinated.

Only the old man with a weird temper snorted coldly after hearing the content of the broadcast, "Gaudy."

His sudden voice made other people in the ward who were concentrating on listening to the newspaper a little dissatisfied, and some people looked at him with disgust.

Even if he was about to die, this old man was too annoying.

The old man did not care how others looked at him. He just struggled to get into the quilt and covered his head, indicating that he did not want to listen to the radio.

The newspaper was read quickly.

Just when people were still not satisfied and thought it was over, the boy's clear voice sounded again: "Next, I will read you a letter from a soldier on the battlefield to his family."

"The owner of the letter is Wu Lao Da, he is the eldest child of the family. After joining the army, he has been fighting bravely, killing many enemies and making many contributions. This letter was handed over by his comrades after Wu Lao Da's death. We got this suicide note after asking Wu Lao Da's opinion."

-"Dad, Mom, if you see this letter, it means I am dead. The paper and pen for this letter are all sent from above, saying that we should write down what we want to say in our hearts. If we are unlucky and die in battle, this letter will be in your hands."

In the ward, the old man who had been hiding his head in the quilt moved, hesitantly lifted the quilt to show his face, and listened attentively to the childish voice on the radio.

——"I don't know what to write. Actually, I don't know what to say, because I can't read. This letter was written for me. I just want to say that if I really die, don't be too sad. I still think it's worth dying on the battlefield to protect China. When I wanted to join the army before, you all stopped me, saying that you were afraid that I would die, but at that time I was thinking, if we are all afraid and dare not fight, we will definitely lose in the end. At that time, everyone will be finished together."

"Dad and mom, you have worked hard to raise us brothers, and my sister is married. It's time to enjoy a peaceful life. If our country is gone, you will also suffer. In fact, you really don't have to be too sad. I am still very happy after joining the army. Although I may die at any time, I have met a lot of people. The people and food are good. They even bought canned meat for us. It's delicious. When I was eating, I was thinking, it would be great if I could bring it back for you. The regiment commander said, it's okay, wait until the war is over and our country is settled, then everyone will be able to afford canned meat. "

"He said: We are not lazy, we work so hard on the farm, how can we not earn enough for a can of meat? I think the regiment commander is right. He is educated and should not lie. I thought, it would be great if I could wait for that day earlier. If I can't wait, you can wait. If there is really a day when everyone can afford canned meat and I die, you can go to my grave and talk. I will be happy to hear it. "

The radio paused. Fu Twelve was obviously moved by the letter, and his voice was crying.

"I can't eat it, but you can, and the rest of the people can eat it, so even if I die, I'll be happy!"

"Live well, help me see what our China will be like in the future."

The reading was over, and the radio stopped making any sound.

Sobbing was heard from some wards one after another.

These were patients who thought they were about to die, and they could resonate with the soldier who died for the country.

When they gave up on living, a suicide note from a dead soldier told them what he had paid for the country, and he hoped that the rest of the people could live.

The people here are not cold-blooded animals, and they are already wandering between life and death. Hearing this, the original indifference and silence turned into crying.

In ward 301, two sober middle-aged people just had red eyes, and saw the old man with a strange temper who was very difficult to get along with before half-sitting, holding the clothes at the heart tightly with his hands, crying bitterly.

He cried so hard that he couldn't even make a sound. The sadness and pain on his face almost leaked out.

The two looked at each other, not daring to say anything. They could only watch the old man cry for a long time.

Later, they became close friends regardless of age, and they knew it when they were discharged from the hospital together.

He had three sons, all of whom died on the battlefield.

His family still had money, but he didn't want to spend it. There was also food, but he didn't want to eat it. His sons were all dead, so what hope did he have alone.

Later, he got sick and knew that the military hospital was testing drugs, so he came here and planned to die in the hospital, at least someone would collect his body.

But when he heard the letter, the old man suddenly thought of his three sons.

What were they thinking before they died?

Were they thinking that if my death could bring peace to my family, that would be pretty good.

He wanted to live.

Live in this country that his sons had defended with their deaths.

***

Fu Twelve, who was still a child, barely finished reading the letter. As soon as he turned off the radio, he couldn't hold back his tears and fell all over his face.

"He, he is so pitiful."

Duan Qingen picked up the letter and wiped the child's tears with a handkerchief: "Don't cry, these are all fake."

Fu Twelve, who was immersed in sadness, opened his tearful eyes blankly: "Fake?"

"Here."

Duan Qingen gently touched the letter with his index finger, and the ink on his hand appeared, "The ink is not dry yet, this letter was just written."

Fu Twelve couldn't help sobbing, "But, but..."

But it's really written so realistically.

"These patients don't believe that they can be cured, and they don't have the desire to survive. It's not good for the long run. I wrote this letter to stimulate their desire to survive."

To put it bluntly, it's a big bowl of chicken soup.

These days, who doesn't have a family member or friend who went to the battlefield? Even if there is no one, a suicide note from a soldier who has died in battle is full of hope for the future. How can these patients who are still alive and being treated still have the nerve to wait for death?

Fu Twelve stared at Duan Qingen blankly, and hiccupped in shock: "Did the teacher write it?"

"But isn't this a lie?"

"Sometimes, some people still need white lies." Duan Qingen folded the letter slowly and put it in his pocket: "Besides, we only said that this is a suicide note written by a soldier who died in battle, and we didn't say that the suicide note is real."

"Soldiers who died in battle originally had suicide notes, but the content of their letters was not these."

Nowadays, even if people think so in their hearts, they can't write it in the letter. At most, they write that if they die, remember to visit their graves, the wife in the family remarries, and the children will be taken care of by their parents.

There are also people who write that they didn't marry a wife before they died, and hope that their parents can buy a paper man and burn it, and regard it as his wife.

Such a letter is true and sincere, but not chicken soup.

Fu Twelve slowly digested this information, his eyes were still confused.

Duan Qingen smiled and touched his head again: "Be good, don't be sad, promise the teacher, you won't tell anyone about this, okay?"

Even though he was still confused, Fu Twelve still nodded obediently, "Twelve won't tell."

****

Until the trial of the medicine was completed and it was announced that there were indeed few side effects and it was very effective, Duan Qingen began to produce a large number of drugs and transport them to the battlefield.

The soldiers who might have died of infection after being injured were saved by these medicines.

At the same time, the news that China had a magical injection medicine was also spread.

Because China was still in war, because these medicines were not sold to the outside world and were only supplied to their own soldiers, other countries could only be jealous.

The enemy was even more jealous.

In theory, they should have beaten China's supplies in any aspect. After all, there were many places in China that they occupied before, and they had already made the money they could make.

But the Chinese were covered with thick quilts, eating compressed food that was very good at resisting hunger, and occasionally eating canned meat. If they were injured, they were taken care of by military hospitals, and if they were infected, they had magical medicine.

They were getting stronger and stronger, while our morale was getting lower and lower. What a fight.

The most important thing is that recently, no one knows what happened in China. More and more soldiers' suicide notes or letters to their families before leaving were published in newspapers.

Each one was so touching that it seemed to be saying, "It doesn't matter if I die, I just hope you are well." In fact, it was saying, "Fighting is not only for ourselves, but also for our families. If we lose, we will all be finished. Instead of sitting here and waiting to die, we might as well rush forward and fight together."

There are also those who wrote, "You don't have to worry about me. I eat well and sleep well. If I get hurt, someone will treat me." On the surface, they are reporting to their families that they are safe, but in fact, they are just shouting with a loud speaker, "We soldiers eat meat, sleep under thick quilts, and occasionally have extra meals. If we get hurt, the medical soldiers will send us to the hospital to take good care of us. We also have penicillin, so we won't be infected and die. This is much better than before we joined the army."

Newspapers are almost becoming a recruitment website for the army.

Anyway, many young and middle-aged people did think about joining the army after listening to these newspapers.

Anyway, if you don't join the army, you won't have enough food and warm clothes. If you lose the war, your family will die together. It's better to fight on the battlefield. At least you can have enough food and warm clothes while you are alive.

More and more people joined the battlefield, and each of them was very brave and daring.

China was indeed poor and backward, but it was undeniable that there were many Chinese people.

Even if they couldn't win, could they not win in a round-robin war?

In the fourth year of the war, in the expectation of many people, China finally drove the invaders out of their land and seized back their own territory.

And on the messy battlefield, Duan Qingen walked in alone.

He stood there, looking at the soldiers wearing Chinese uniforms on the battlefield, looking around blankly, and patiently led them into the light circle one by one.

With light as the road, flowers are everywhere.

Wherever they pass, there is always a flower flying up and falling on them.

Or on the shoulder, or by the eye, or on the arm.

When they reincarnate, there will be a small mole here.

This is the best blessing that this country can give, wishing these soldiers who guard it a good ending in the next life.

It cannot control which family it will reincarnate into, but it can give the greatest blessing it can give.

These small moles are marks.

It may be difficult, but it will turn bad luck into good luck.

It may be painful, but it will clear the clouds and see the sun.

It may be confused, but it will find the direction.

This large-scale reincarnation lasted for more than a month before it finally led away the last soldier.

No one knew that there was once a person here who extradited all the military souls who died on the battlefield.

But China has prospered little by little.

After driving away the invaders, China began to develop rapidly.

The Duan family industry, which was very powerful during the war, has once again integrated into the times. They made a lot of money and donated a lot of money.

No one went to count at that time. It was not until almost a hundred years later that experts who studied history in later generations counted and were shocked to find that almost 80% of the wartime orphans at that time were raised by the orphanage built by Duan Qingen.

As soon as this news came out, the Internet immediately fell into a heated discussion.

That's 80%! ! !

80%! ! !

Not one city, not two cities, but orphans from all over China.

No wonder the Duan family had all kinds of businesses, but Duan Qingen never lived a luxurious life. With so many children, no matter how rich they were, they would not have much left.

However, Duan Qingen, the main earner, remained unmarried all his life. His sister had an only son with General Xue Wenbo, but one of them was a general and the other was a famous businessman, so they certainly did not need money from their uncle.

It was just that Duan Qingen disappeared from everyone's sight after he turned 80. His sister never admitted that her brother had died, but now a hundred years have passed, and he might not live to this day, so everyone assumed that Mr. Duan Qingen, who had made great contributions to Chinese history, had passed away.

As for not announcing the place of death and burial, it might be because they did not want to disturb future generations.

After all, if he was buried in a cemetery, a large number of people would come to pay respects every year.

In a school, young and lively children were sitting in the classroom, with the math teacher explaining the questions and two naughty students passing notes below.

[Have you seen the news online? Do you think Duan Qingen is really dead? I think according to his character in history books, he shouldn't be the kind of person who wouldn't tell anyone when he died. 】

The student who received the note passed it back: [Why do you care about this? 】

[I just want to know if there are really people who can live for more than a hundred years. Isn't there a miracle doctor who lived for many years? Maybe Duan Qingen didn't tell others that he was still alive because he was worried that people would ask him why he lived so long. Maybe he was a cultivator, otherwise how could someone be so powerful? I saw on the news that foreigners said that if it weren't for Duan Qingen, our country's economy would have regressed by at least 20 years. 】

The note flew out and hit the math teacher who came down.

The two students shrank their heads and quickly lowered their heads to pretend to be well-behaved.

The math teacher picked up the note and looked at the words written on it. He was so angry that he laughed: "Passing notes in class to discuss heroes of the Republic of China, huh?"

"Is he still dead? What words should we use to treat people who have passed away? Didn't your Chinese teacher teach you?!"

One of the students looked listless and whispered: "Dead."

"You kids have suffered less. If you were put in that era, you would definitely starve to death!"

The math teacher glanced at the two of them sternly: "During the war, 80% of the orphans in our country survived because of Mr. Duan Qingen. My great-grandfather was a member of the orphanage. If it weren't for him, my great-grandfather would definitely not have survived in that era. Who would be standing here to teach you now?"

"Do you know why Duan, Fu, Wang , Liu, Zhao are the common surnames? Because the orphans in the orphanage all took the surnames of their teachers. Students in our class with this surname can go back and ask their parents whether your surname is passed down from generation to generation or whether you took the surname of the orphanage. Then let them tell you what life was like in the past, and you will know how much better life is now. "

After he finished speaking, he did not pursue the matter and continued to explain the question: "Okay, let's take a look at this question..."

On the podium, the young teacher finished explaining the math problem, and the bell for the end of get out of class just rang. He put the book away:

"Okay, get out of class is over. The PE teacher is sick in the next class, so it will be my class. Remember not to go to the playground. In the next class, we will talk about the last test paper. The class representative will come up and hand out the papers. "

The monitor shouted: "Stand up!"

The students immediately stood up: "Goodbye, teacher——"

As soon as the math teacher left, the students who had just been well-behaved immediately began to chatter with each other, and most of them were wailing.

"The PE teacher is sick again. Why is he sick so often? There is only one PE class this week. The rest are shared by the math and English teachers."

A student was lying on the table and wailing. Another student wearing a black hat was eating bread from the hole in the table. He said while eating: "I don't think the PE teacher is sick at all. He is so tall. How could he be sick?"

"Ahhh, I'm so angry. I even brought my basketball."

The wailing student wailed again. The student wearing a black hat looked at the schedule: "The next class is Chinese. The Chinese teacher asked us to preview. Have you guys previewed?"

His deskmate screamed: "It's over. I forgot!!"

The students in the tables in front and behind also turned their heads and said bitterly: "I didn't preview either. What should I do? Will the teacher call me up?"

Their Chinese teacher likes to let students preview the most. When they really start learning, he will call someone up to the podium to talk about what they should learn.

A group of young students all looked sad, and one of them hugged the arm of the student wearing a black hat: "Master Xueba, it all depends on you. Tell us quickly, it's too late to read now."

"Okay."

As a Xueba, Black Hat is of course very popular. As soon as he agreed, a group of students who had not prepared gathered around him. Seeing so many people, he simply stood up and took a bite of bread before saying:

"It's probably about the diary written by a medical soldier named Song Jie'en during the Republic of China. The diary was kept by the person he lived with and later handed over to the country. It describes in detail some characteristics of that era and Mr. Duan Qing'en's great behavior. The simple and concise text is touching, mainly expressing Song Jie'en's desire and yearning for the stability of China."

"Slow down, slow down, I'll write it down... It's touching, it mainly expresses..."

Some students even took out their notebooks and started to write it down, trying to memorize it, and if they were picked, they would recite it according to this.

Black Hat took another bite of bread, "Just remember one thing, this diary is all Song Jie'en praising Duan Qing'en. It can be seen that he really admires Duan Qing'en."

"Then why was his diary handed over to the country by the people he lived with? Doesn't he have any descendants?"

Black Hat answered quickly: "He died protecting an ambulance at the age of 20."

After saying this, he didn't know why his heart was empty, but Black Hat didn't take it to heart and continued: "You'd better remember this, the teacher may I will ask. "

"Okay, okay, remember, 20 years old..."

"A top student is a top student, I like you and call you! ! But top student, why do you like to eat bread so much, it's dry, I'll treat you to McDonald's after class."

"No."

The black hat looked down at the soft bread in his hand, "I have liked to eat bread since I was a child. Maybe I couldn't eat bread in my previous life, so I like it so much in this life."

"Hahahaha, people don't have a previous life, feudal superstition..."

The children's laughter came outside through the window.

Duan Qingen, who was leaning on a cane and had white hair, stood outside the classroom. When he heard the pure laughter inside, a smile appeared on his face.

[Ding! Mission completed, please choose: 1, vacation, 2, continue the mission]

[Continue the mission.]

****

Duan Qingen opened his eyes.

Ah, the entertainment industry.

The author has something to say: It's over! !

Good night, little angels, some random little angels will send red envelopes